The God of Quick Transmigration is on again

Chapter 1305 Hero, Dried This Bowl of Chicken Soup (93)

Even if I remember wrongly, it is impossible to make a mistake on this part. Whether there are words on the paper can be seen at a glance. There is no reason. The paper with words on it is not folded, so fold a completely blank paper. ah.

Lian Mo looked at the paper in his hand again, it was still blank, with both sides on it.

"Brother Lian Mo, please wait a moment. I'll go to the guest room to take a look." Nangong Wubing said, quickly stood up and left.

At this time, Jing Qingran came. As soon as Jing Qingran walked in, she saw Nangong Wubing hurried out of the door.

"Young Master Nangong, you are..." Jing Qingran looked at him, he was in such a hurry.

"Master Xu, I'll go to the guest room first." Nangong Wubing said.

Then, he continued to leave quickly.

Jing Qingran walked in, looked at Lian Mo, smiled slightly at Lian Mo, and said to him, "Lian Mo."

"Young Master Xu," he said.

Still call me Mr. Xu... Jing Qingran didn't mean to be angry, but a little mischievous.

"Lian Mo, what do you... think?" Jing Qingran asked him.

"Master Xu, I'm sorry, I, I haven't thought about it yet." He said.

Jing Qingran looked at him, with some loss in his eyes.

"Hehe, it's not in the way, it's not in the way." Jing Qingran said with a smile, forced a smile, and waved to him.

Seeing this, Lian Mo could see her forced smile.

"Master Xu, I'm really sorry." He said again.

"It's okay, Lian Mo, don't say I'm sorry." Jing Qingran smiled again.

Nangong returned to his guest room without illness. He searched and searched, but couldn't find the piece of paper with the writing on it.

He didn't know that the piece of paper on which the words were written was actually in his hand. However, Jiuye used a special method to erase all the words on the paper, so the piece of paper became a piece of paper. A clean sheet of white paper.

"It's really strange! I wrote a piece of paper, but why can't I find it?" He said to himself, "Could it be blown away by the wind? Or was it taken away by cats and dogs? gone?"

"Are there cats and dogs in this inn? I haven't seen them before."

"Or, was it stolen by someone? Was it stolen by someone? By the waiter in the inn?" He thought about it, and planned to ask the waiter.

In his guest room, no one should have come in, or Xiao Er came in to loosen tea and cakes.

He opened the door and went out, only to see a mistress outside, he grabbed the mistress and asked, "Little Er, did you steal the piece of paper with writing on it in my room?"

"Guest officer, what kind of paper is it?" Xiao Er was confused.

"A piece of paper with writing on it!" Nangong Wubing repeated, with a very emphatic tone.

"Sir, why would I steal your paper?" The waiter smiled bitterly.

Does Xiao Er need to steal his paper?How much is that piece of paper worth?Is it the royal letter written by the current emperor?Or the handwriting of someone important?
"Tell me, did you steal it?" Nangong Wubing was a little annoyed.

He couldn't find that piece of paper now, and he was very angry in his heart.

"Guest officer, I've never seen that piece of paper before, so how could I steal it? Besides, why did you steal that piece of paper?" Xiao Er said confusedly.

Am I stealing this paper to wipe my ass?But, is it worth my ass to come here and steal paper?Xiao Er thought so in his heart.

"Who stole that?" Nangong Wubing was very puzzled.

He clearly wrote a piece of paper, and he also remembered that he had indeed folded the paper, and had indeed put it in his sleeve... How could it be a blank piece of paper?
(End of this chapter)