Vol 4 Chapter 21: Forgotten things

"Astronomical Bodhi, Candle Dragon, Fire Turtle... The smell of these things, even I have not smelled for many years, all of your brains are dumped, and you don't feel wasted?"
Looking at the Ding Ning who walked back to the park and picked up the small copper shovel again, Chang Sunshue said with a cold smile: "Those things can at least make your repairs improve a lot faster."
Ding Ning looked at her and said: "It's not a bad time."
The long-term Sunshue was silent for a moment, saying: "At least for now, she should not know me and your identity, otherwise she will not send people to send these things to you. You do not fear to completely anger her?"
Ding Ning said: "In fact, she does not like obedience."
The grandson’s shallow snow was inexplicably annoyed, and the face was full of frost.
Is she a masochist?

Ding Ning wants to answer her again, but his gaze falls on the newly opened soil of the copper shovel. There are two bright red cockroaches on the soil. He sighed slightly and said, "I forgot something. ""
"No" "wrong"
The grandson's shallow snow frowned, but was successfully attracted attention. "What?"
Ding Ning put down the copper shovel and went out, saying: "I forgot something on the carriage."
The carriage looked ordinary and had been parked outside the door of the ink garden for a long time. There was even a thin layer of dust on the carriage, except for the ordinary people in the street that were isolated from the world of the practitioners. Changling At this moment, many practitioners know that the carriage represents Laoshan Jianzong.
"Your recent state of mind is a bit messy."
When Ding Ning walked out of the ink garden and approached the carriage, a voice was introduced into the ear of Ding Ning from the shade of the carriage.
"Shao Shishu."
Ding Ning squatted, facing the Shaomen who was not in the carriage, but sitting on the bamboo mat next to the tree.
"At the Shushan Swords Club, almost all the practitioners of the Shaoshan Jianzong have seen your performance." Shao murdered his head and looked at Ding Ning, saying: "Your mind is cautious and calm, even we are consciously inferior, but You have only remembered coming back to the carriage to pick up things... It’s a far cry. The first name of the Shushan Swords Club is just a false name. If you are troubled by the name, then your name will become a real name in the future."
Shao murder usually goes to the extreme, and even makes people wonder if he is dumb. Now listening to his words, Ding Ning understands what he means, but Ding Ning knows that the things that make him feel confused are completely different from what Shao murder thinks. .
Therefore, he once again went to the Shao murder and took a deep ritual, saying: "Thank you Shao Shishu for reminding."
Then he opened the curtain of the carriage and walked into the carriage.
In the corner of the carriage, there is a small open wooden box.
In the wooden box, the scented snail that was given to him by the scorpion was curled up.
This mysterious worm has long been huddled into a sphere because of excessive fear of Shao’s smothering. It was only because Ding Ning still felt a familiar atmosphere in the compartment and had some sense of security.
When Ding Ning left the car and left it here, he did not take it away, it was even more afraid of the extreme.
This Changling's hot breath is never encountered before. It thinks about how there are such terrible places in the world. At this moment, Ding Ning once again opened the door curtain and felt the smell of Ding Ning. It curled up together, and the body that was stiff and ironed suddenly had a movement, and it kept shaking. If it had a lacrimal gland, it would cry and tears must fall.
Looking at the trembling of this frosty insect, Ding Ning was a little embarrassed. When he picked up the wooden box, he said with a sincere voice: "Sorry."
Hearing Ding Ning's voice, this mysterious insect was even more excited, almost jumped up and drilled into Ding Ning's arms.
The long-term Sunshine was still waiting for Ding Ning in the inner garden. When she saw Ding Ning walked in front of her, she looked at the ugly look of the boxworm in the box and frowned again. "What is this?"
"The things that Qinglan raised, he gave it to me."
Ding Ning just looked up and looked at the long-term Sunshue Xue said this sentence, the frosty insects in the wooden box stopped shaking.
The air outside it is still hot, but it clearly feels the amazing mysterious frost in the shallow snow of the grandson. It is just this feeling that makes it feel like you are in a world full of frost, making it feel comfortable. .
Since it woke up in ignorance, it has a hint of intelligence and a keen sense of the mysterious scent between the heavens and the earth. When the first heaven and earth naturally flow into its body, it appears as full in its mind. The world of Xuan Shuang, it seems that it should be the world where it is the end of its practice.
However, such a world is now clearly appearing in front of it. It is shocked to forget the fear, but can not help but think, is she the same kind, is their king?
It naturally does not speak, but the long-haired Sun Xue is not an ordinary practitioner, she has felt the feeling from some of the changes in her body.
"Somewhat."
She looked at the head slightly and looked as if she was looking up at the ugly worm in the legendary world. The wrinkled brow slowly loosened and said this.
Her temperament has always been cold, and she is too lazy to be in contact with people. It is even more difficult to praise others. At this time, although it is only a faint saying, it is a rare compliment.
As for beauty and ugliness, she has no concept.
For her, some people are beautiful, but they are ugly. Some people are ugly, but it is not ugly in her eyes.
Xuan Shuang was also acutely aware of her feelings. She was so excited that she trembled again. The slightly raised head was deeply ambushed at this time, expressing its respect and surrender.
The long-term grandson looked at it and said nothing.
It was extremely faint, but it was the condensed scent of the scent that did not have any chills flowing, but it was pulled out by her fingertips and fell into the mouth of the frosty insect.
The sinister frosty greedy and greedy opened his mouth and inhaled all the scent of this scent.
It was like a calm pond that fell into a waterfall larger than a pond, and the whole pond boiled.
Its entire body trembled, and the deep red skin of the body made a cracking sound.
The pores that are not visible at all are relaxed, but there is no airflow.
It has a white frost spot on its forehead, just like a birthmark.
Feeling the change of this frosty insect, I felt that the body of the body melted and strengthened. Ding Ning looked at the long-term light snow with some emotions and said: "Sure enough, I imagined."
"What will it eventually become?"
Long Sunshue Snow looked at this dark red worm and asked.
This is also an incomprehensible practice for her. Even the body of her seven bodies can not fully withstand the strength of the sword in her body, but the body of this long worm can be absorbed and absorbed by nature.
"I don't know." Ding Ning shook his head and said: "But I can be sure that it is definitely much more powerful than the locusts of the South Vietnamese practitioners."
The long-haired Sun Xue directly took the box containing the frosty insects from Ding Ning's hand and walked toward the deepest small courtyard. Qingman, who did not return, said: "But that also takes time."
Ding Ning did not say anything. He went to the copper shovel that was inserted obliquely to the ground and continued to excavate.
His mood has calmed down a lot.
He really knows more about Zheng Shou than anyone else. If Zheng Shou begins to doubt the long-term light snow and his true identity, then today's ancestors will not come with those rare rewards.
"Are you really not a Yuanwu person? What happened to you that night, why didn't you?"
He lowered his head and thought about the female chief who was wearing a white dress, laughing at himself.
He and his grandson, Xue Xue, are in this ink garden. At this moment, they are waiting for the trial. However, in this Changling, who is not waiting for the trial?
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Shortly after the death of the surnamed palace lady, Ding Ning went out to the carriage and brought back the mysterious insects that he had forgotten for a long time. After a while, the Shao murderer sitting on the mat under the tree raised his head slightly.
At the end of the street, there was a teenager.
Shao murdered just looked at the boy and then lowered his head and ignored it.
The teenager is wearing a black shirt, and his face and skin are very sallow. It seems that he has had a serious illness, but it seems that no disease will make a person's skin.
He arrived at the ink garden, but did not enter the park, but began to do things silently, sprinkling the floor, washing away some dirt outside the ink garden.
Such incomprehensible behavior quickly caught the attention outside the garden. When the teenager cleaned the street outside the half of the ink garden, Ding Ning went straight through the surface shop and wore it out from the door of the shop. Got the boy.
"Leaf frame Nan?"
Ding Ning lived.
The black-shirted teenager put down the things in his hands and seriously bowed to him.
Ding Ning returned to the ceremony and looked at the man who had been giving medicine to himself at the Shushan Swords Club, but was refused by himself. He said, "What are you?"
Ye Frame Nan looked at him and said: "I owe someone else's already finished, and now owe you."
Ding Ning shook his head. "You don't owe me."
Leaf frame Nandao: "I owe you a life."
Ding Ning looked at him helplessly and said: "I don't need you."
Leaf frame Nan no longer said anything, continue to clean.
Ding Ning smiled and said: "I don't like being too clean."
Leaf frame Nan put down the things in his hand, and then began to pick up water for each store along the street.
"I have no place to eat."
"If you feel embarrassed, please let me eat three meals a day."
Before Ding Ning still wanted to speak, he said seriously and seriously to Ding Ning.
Chapter 21—Forgotten Things:
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