The female cannon fodder in the book, the villain instantly turned into a pitiful and coquettish gir

After three days, Ling Chenyu finally received some news about Liu Yaoyao.

He was like a ignited flame, eager to pursue the faint clues.

He had long forgotten about his appearance and was only concerned with running wildly along the cold wind.

"Your Highness, this is the owner of this bun shop. He said that three days ago, he met the young master who saved a beggar here."

Leng Feng said breathlessly, pointing at the owner of the bun shop.

Ling Chenyu sat down on a simple bench. It was clearly an open-top bun shop that couldn't be any simpler, but because of his arrival, the whole shop seemed to be glowing with a different kind of brilliance.

"Tell me more!"

Ling Chenyu was dissatisfied with Leng Feng's vague report, so he fixed his eyes directly on the chubby bun shop owner and ordered him to tell the story in detail.

The bun shop owner felt frightened by Ling Chenyu's sharp gaze. He swallowed and began to recall.

"That day, I was busy making dumplings, and suddenly a beggar rushed in with dirty hands. He took my dumplings and rushed out. Of course, I couldn't tolerate a thief, so I rushed out with a rolling pin."

The fat boss wiped his sweat while looking at Ling Chenyu's face. Seeing that he was sitting there motionless, he resigned himself to his fate and continued talking.

"The beggar was covered in wounds and couldn't run fast. Just as I was about to catch up with him, I bumped into a young man who was in a state of daze. The young man helped him to sit aside without saying a word, and even took out his own money to give him to accompany the buns."

At this point, the bun shop owner couldn't help but add:

"Oh, I said at that time, young master, you are really kind-hearted. This beggar is not worthy of your concern. But the young master said that people are not divided into noble and humble."

When Ling Chenyu heard this, an inexplicable emotion surged in his heart.

He imagined Liu Yaoyao's gentleness and kindness, and his heart couldn't help but soften.

But then, he thought of Liu Yaoyao's current situation, and his heart tightened again.

"What happened next? Which direction did she go?" Ling Chenyu asked anxiously.

The bun shop owner pointed to the distance and said, "Hey, it went over there. I don't know where it went exactly."

Ling Chenyu stood up. He had to find Liu Yaoyao as soon as possible to ensure her safety.

He took big steps, like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, and chased in the direction the bun shop owner pointed.

Leng Feng was not to be outdone and followed closely behind. The two of them were like a pair of wind-chasing lovers who cooperated well with each other and vowed to uncover the truth of this mysterious incident.

Along the way, they asked everyone for clues about Liu Yaoyao, but the answer was always the same - I don't know.

It's like looking for a needle in the ocean, it's hopeless.

Ling Chenyu went back and forth three times, but except for the bun shop owner, all the vendors on the street seemed to be deaf and dumb, and no one had seen the beggar and the young master.

Ling Chenyu began to wonder if he had gone to the wrong place or entered a parallel world.

Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he slapped his head. That's right! How could he have forgotten such an important clue?

He walked back excitedly, as if he had found the key to the treasure.

Leng Feng looked at him in confusion, but followed him involuntarily.

Ling Chenyu couldn't wait to take him back to the bun shop. He wanted to draw a portrait of the beggar himself according to the boss's description.

The bun shop owner looked at Ling Chenyu's busy figure and couldn't help shaking his head and smiling bitterly: "Sir, why does the beggar you painted look a bit like a dog?"

Ling Chenyu was immediately furious: "Like a dog? I drew this based on your description, how come it looks like a dog?"

The boss looked innocent: "I just said that his face was dirty, his hair was messy, and his clothes were tattered. Is that wrong?"

Ling Chenyu was speechless, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have really painted the beggar as a dog.

He was extremely embarrassed and annoyed, but he still sat down and started painting again.

This time, he tried hard to follow the boss's description and added his own imagination, and finally drew a fairly decent portrait of a beggar.

Leng Feng looked at the portrait and said, "This beggar looks like a beautiful lady! She looks familiar."

His words immediately caught Ling Chenyu's attention, and his eyes were like searchlights.

Unfortunately, Leng Feng just shook his head, indicating that he couldn't remember who it was.

Ling Chenyu was speechless and had to take the portrait and go door to door asking, hoping to find clues about Liu Yaoyao.

Fate always seems to be playing tricks on them.

They asked for a long time but still got nothing.

When they were so desperate that they had to give up, a child suddenly pointed at the portrait and shouted.

"I know him! He's in that ruined temple over there!"

Ling Chenyu and Leng Feng were immediately cheered up, as if they saw the dawn of hope.

They hurriedly followed the child and ran towards the ruined temple.

They rushed to the dilapidated temple at lightning speed, only to see the beggars inside running around like frightened birds and beasts. The scene was extremely chaotic.

Leng Feng was quick to grab a beggar who was running away and asked anxiously, "What happened? Why are you all so panicked?"

The beggar struggled to free himself from Leng Feng's hand, but failed several times. Finally, he could only say tremblingly, "There's a dead person, there's a dead person inside!"

As he spoke, he pointed his finger towards the depths of the ruined temple, his eyes full of fear.

Ling Chenyu's heart tightened, and without caring about anything else, he rushed in at a rapid pace.

Leng Feng quickly let go of the beggar and rushed in. His hands were still sticky with the beggar's body, but he couldn't care less at the moment.

They rushed into the depths of the ruined temple and saw a beggar lying on the ground with blood-red liquid flowing under his body like a trickle.

What was even more shocking was that there was an arrow feather stuck in the beggar's body, and the tail of the arrow was still trembling slightly, obviously it had just been shot not long ago.

Ling Chenyu squatted down and carefully examined the scene, trying to find some clues.

Leng Feng stood aside, observing the surroundings vigilantly, fearing that there might be other dangers.

"Are we late again?" Ling Chenyu muttered to himself in a deep voice.

Leng Feng was stunned: "You mean, this beggar is Liu Yaoyao?"

Ling Chenyu shook his head: "No, I mean Liu Yaoyao might have met with an accident. Look at this beggar, the arrow feathers on his body may be used to warn us. We have to find the murderer quickly, otherwise we may be the next to suffer."

Leng Feng nodded, and the chill in his heart was like the cold wind in winter, biting and cold.

He looked around and saw that the dilapidated temple was dark and there was an unsettling atmosphere in the air.

He couldn't help but tighten the weapon in his hand, ready to deal with any emergency.

Ling Chenyu looked calm and composed. He left the scene as if nothing here had anything to do with him.

Leng Feng looked at his back, feeling a little pain in his heart and extremely uneasy.

Leng Feng noticed that the dead beggar had his eyes wide open, as if he had some unfulfilled wish.

He subconsciously reached out to smooth the beggar's eyes, wanting to let him rest in peace.

In the process, he accidentally discovered something unusual.

"Your Highness, look at this arrow feather!" Leng Feng exclaimed. He pointed at the arrow feather on the beggar's body, with a gleam of doubt in his eyes. "The shape of this arrow feather is actually the same as the one in our mansion!"

Ling Chenyu quickly turned around and took a closer look. Indeed, the style of the arrow feathers was exactly the same as those used in their mansion.

Could it be that this case is related to their house?

After a moment, Leng Feng made a new discovery: "Your Majesty, there is this person, I have seen him before!"

He pointed at the beggar's face and recalled carefully, "Yes, she was one of the peasant girls rescued by Leng Ji before. I remember he said at that time that he wanted to repay our kindness."

Ling Chenyu frowned. If this beggar was really one of the peasant girls they had rescued, then where would Yaoyao, who was with her, go?