i have a sword fairy

"What's wrong?"

"The tomb of this fox-eyed girl holding her wailing seems to be a new one, and yesterday evening when my sisters and I were going down the mountain for dinner, we happened to meet the Qian'er girl next to you, Mr. Zhao, who was holding a broken Arm, she ignored our greetings, and walked straight into the grove next to the high platform halfway up the mountain... So this tomb seems to be built by this Qian'er girl."

Zhao Rong frowned, and suddenly understood something.

Speechless and distressed.

The subsequent words of the baby fat and little girl also confirmed his guess.

"Master Zhao, I felt that there might be a coincidence, so I wanted to take a closer look, but the fox-eyed girl who was crying sadly saw someone coming, and stumbled away... But this time I saw the tombstone clearly. The words engraved on the sword are exactly your name, young master."

Zhao Rong: "..."

Grass. (a plant)

Now he really wanted to turn around and go back to the elegant courtyard immediately, pick up the little Qian'er who was taking a shower, and press her on his leg to spank her little butt.

You skinny girl, why don't you set up a fake tomb for my husband?How about laying it down as a tomb for a broken arm?

Or does it symbolize or commemorate the meaning of saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new, burying bad luck, etc.?The key is what do you mean by setting up a tombstone for me?

Really give me life.

It's all right now, it's become a trap for little fox demons, one lures one... By the way, there is also Su Xiaoxiao, you are also a little fool.

Chapter 588 My Zhao Lang Is Not So Handsome

Zhao Rong patted his forehead hard.

These aunts and grandmas in the family will give him all the work.

And it's still alive.

But after complaining speechlessly, of course Zhao Rong would not really go back to enforce the family law for Xiaoqian'er, he still has to go south.

But before that...

Thinking of Xiaoxiao's running around all over the mountains and plains last night, and his sadness when he saw the tomb, the corners of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched, feeling very distressed.

He took a deep breath, stepped forward quickly and said:

"Her name is Su Xiaoxiao, she is...my little lady, where is she now?"

"Oh, is she also the son's wife... Don't worry, this little girl didn't run away at that time. After I pretended to leave the fake tomb of the son, she sneaked back sneezing and crying, and continued. Holding the tombstone and howling..."

"..."

Be quiet for a moment.

"Thank you! Thank you very much!" Zhao Rong thanked him heavily, ignored the protest of a certain sword spirit in the heart lake at this time, turned his head and ran away.

The baby fat and little girl who stayed in place looked back at his disappearing figure in the direction of Jiyue Mountain.

After a while, she blinked and muttered.

"Why is his back so handsome..."

……

Zhao Rong didn't know that he had become the most talked about beauty among the young women of the music workshop's string music overnight.

At this time, he ran to Jiyue Mountain desperately.

On the road.

Gui solemnly said: "Zhao Rong, don't forget what you were going to do before."

"I know, but Xiaoxiao is here, so I have to go and see her. I'll talk about it after I've coaxed her and sent her back to Duyou City safely. Anyway, I'm not in a hurry to go south for a while. Wait, I'm not in a hurry. No hurry, what are you in a hurry for?"

"..."

Jianling felt that Zhao Rong's explanation sounded familiar.

It is said that more than half a year ago, in the Great Chu Dynasty, someone found the Jade Queen in front of his mother's tomb, and he seemed to tell it the same way on the way to Longquandu.

The results of it?

The reasons of the scumbags are always surprisingly similar.

It's gone.

"Okay." It sighed, "I trust you again, don't forget what you said..."

Zhao Rong frowned, "I don't know what you are worried about?"

Heh, man, this sentence is familiar to me.

Jian Ling had no expression on his face and didn't really want to talk.

After a cup of tea.

Zhao Rong hurried to the mountainside of Jiyue Mountain, and soon found the forest with sharp eyes.

In his field of vision, there was a faint pink figure next to a small mound in the woods in the distance.

Zhao Rong breathed a sigh of relief and ran towards the woods.

And next to the mound in the woods, the pink figure holding the tombstone seemed to have sensed someone coming, and was also ready to run.

Zhao Rong hurriedly shouted:

"Xiao Xiao, it's me, Zhao Lang!"

The little pink figure paused for a moment, but in the next second, she jumped up with a 'thump', and before she could even loosen her hands, she pulled up the tombstone.

The little fox demon fled with her husband's tombstone in her arms.

"Ha Qiu—!" She sneezed a little while running.

Zhao Rong: "..."

You are afraid of ghosts... Hey, it seems that this cowardly and brave stupid girl is really afraid of ghosts.

"No, wait, I'm not a ghost! I'm a living Zhao Lang, I'm not dead!" He figured out the reason and shouted quickly.

The timid little fox demon gradually slowed down, looked back at the person, then stopped, and walked back tentatively. Zhao Rong heaved a sigh of relief, and hurried forward to open his arms, but the next second, After seeing his face clearly, the little fox demon jumped three feet high with the tombstone in his arms, then turned his head and ran away without looking back.

Zhao Rong: "..."

He was speechless, and hurried to chase, shouting while chasing, "Hey, stupid little boy, what are you running for?"

Su Xiaoxiao, who was running away, was very sure: "My Zhao Lang is not so handsome, who are you? Why are you pretending to be Zhao Lang, woo woo, don't come here!"

Zhao Rong: "...???"

Even Gui, who was watching the show with a cold face, couldn't help but laugh, she nodded, and said something fair for the little fox demon who didn't like it, "There are reasons and evidences, and I can't refute it."

Zhao Rong was expressionless.

"Ha Qiu—!"

At this time, Su Xiaoxiao in front couldn't help but sneezed again, and then sucked her nose hard.

Looking at the thinly dressed back of the stupid little girl who was running away holding the tombstone tightly, she remembered her hoarse and choked voice just now.

Zhao Rong was a little short of breath, and opened his mouth to breathe out the oncoming autumn wind, like drinking a glass of ice water in the cold winter, and the cold knife dripped from his throat and eyes all the way into his stomach.

It was as if his heart was firmly grabbed by a big hand.

Zhao Rong suddenly fell silent, and silently chased the stubborn Su Xiaoxiao for a while.

Then, suddenly there was a way.

He stopped suddenly, lowered his eyes and said loudly: "Okay, I won't chase anymore, you run, stupid little boy, don't want the sachet anymore."

The man pretended to speak casually, and when he finished speaking, he took out the small sachet, tossed it in his hand, and turned to leave. Of course, the speed of turning around was very slow...

The little fox demon who was running happily in front was taken aback.

Sachet Um, her sachet?

She turned her head and looked, it really is!

Su Xiaoxiao stopped hesitantly, then hid behind the big tree that almost hit him, poked her head out and looked at the man behind who was chasing after him.

He looks like Zhao Lang, but he is much more handsome, so handsome that Su Xiaoxiao thinks that the villain took the opportunity to pretend to deceive him.

Well, she doesn't want such a handsome Confucian scholar, she only wants her Zhao Lang, if he leaves, then she will guard his tomb and stay with him for the rest of her life, so that she won't be fooled away by bad guys!

Su Xiaoxiao hugged the tombstone tightly, her eyes that were already swollen from crying were covered with a layer of mist, she hid behind the tree, and stared ferociously at the possible villain in the distance with her pursed mouth.

Well, why does he have such a similar voice?

"You... how come you have the little sachet I gave to Zhao Lang?"

Zhao Rong, who turned around in slow motion, quickly stopped, turned around and said seriously:

"Because I am Zhao Lang, little one, don't run away. After I escaped danger yesterday, I had an adventure. My limbs were reborn, and my appearance was refurbished...

"In the tomb you just saw, it wasn't me who was buried, it was my broken arm, buried by Qian'er, she is also a silly girl like you, what did she say to me yesterday evening 'body, hair, skin and skin are the parents... ...the beginning of filial piety', and then took my broken arm out and buried it, just like she used to do with my lost teeth when I was a child... As for why I buried my broken arm here, well, I guess a traitor died here It's halfway up the mountain..."

Zhao Rong explained a few words and sighed.

What Qingjun, Qian'er, and Zhu Yourong did on the high platform not far away yesterday, he already knew from Uncle Xiaobai, that the traitor Zhang Huizhi had been cut into pieces by Xiaoqian'er smiling in the purple mist More than 3000 knives, Uncle Xiaobai also reminded Zhao Rong to pay attention to Xiaoqian'er's mental state...

Su Xiaoxiao looked down at the tombstone, with a dubious look on her face.

"Stop making trouble, let's go."

Zhao Rong called softly.

He turned around, turned his back to the hesitant and timid little fox demon, and walked to the distance alone.

Hearing this extremely familiar voice, Su Xiaoxiao sniffed, and hesitantly left the big tree where she was hiding, her body trembling slightly, staring at the familiar figure in the distance.

Zhao Rong stopped suddenly, turned around and said in doubt:

"Su Dahuang, why don't you keep up?"

Su Xiaoxiao was stunned.

The air in the forest became quiet for a moment.

Zhao Rong opened his arms silently.

Su Xiaoxiao ah ah mouth.

next second.

She ran towards him desperately.

run and run.

The tombstone in the little fox demon's arms fell off, his face was disfigured from crying, and he smiled.

Finally close.

"Zhao Lang!" She jumped vigorously, and threw herself into his warm embrace.

The two hug each other in the autumn wind.

Chapter 589 "Zhao Lang", "Xiao Xiao"

Of all the activities known to man, the most emotionally arousing scene.

It is life and death.

Just chanting these four words softly, one can feel a heavy sadness and unspeakable reluctance.

Passionate since ancient times hurt parting.

Even Zhu Yourong, who has always been a quiet and dignified teacher, would lose his mind in a trance after receiving the news of someone's death and "last words" suddenly, his mind would go blank, only a strong and pure emotional impulse.

Rationality was hard to restrain, emotions exploded, and the snow-eyed Nascent Soul ran away directly.

It was also at that moment that a certain big-breasted female gentleman truly and intuitively realized the importance of that person to her.

All the confidant appreciation before, all the tacit understanding, all the emotional foreshadowing... etc. were completely ignited by this spark.

It became an uncontrollable affection and love, lingering in her indifferent and elegant heart in the past.

That's why Zhu Yourong's mentorship, which was almost the same as Zhao Rong's, turned sour not long ago.

At this moment.