A ragged cub at the beginning

Did I hear it wrong? Tang Xu suddenly felt palpitations, and a feeling of uneasiness spread from his chest.

Could it be a killer from the Tang Sect? She looked around the room and saw nothing unusual. She looked back at Qiyue, got out of bed quietly, and listened attentively.

Fang Zijun's loud laughter could be heard faintly from next door, and there was also the sound of someone arguing. The smell of meat wafted in from outside the window. Is it time for dinner?

The wooden door opened with a creak, and she looked towards the living room. The door leading to the yard was open, but there was still no one there. She breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the closed doors of the other three empty rooms.

Should she go and see? If she didn't, she would feel uneasy. But what if someone was hiding in one of the rooms? She had to find something to protect herself. She remembered a short knife in the closet. It belonged to the original owner, and she found it when she was sorting out clothes.

She removed the sheath of the knife and kicked open the nearest room. The wooden door slowly opened, revealing an empty room.

The next room, she swallowed and kicked it open again, safe.

There is also one last room, which also has none.

Hey, I'm too nervous. Tang Xu wiped the sweat from his forehead, left the dagger on the table, poured himself a glass of water, and just handed it to his mouth. The hair on the back of his neck suddenly exploded. A figure in black jumped down from the beam, with a dagger in his hand shining coldly.

Get out of the way! The brain sent a command to the body, but Tang Xu's arm grabbed the dagger on the table and pulled back. The blades collided with each other, making a sharp friction sound. Tang Xu was pressed against the table with great force, the back of the knife hit his shoulder, and the dagger passed over the dagger.

The shadow stabbed back, and she fell to the side, somersaulted to distance herself and turned around. The man was dressed in black, holding a dagger in one hand, with a black scarf covering his face, revealing only a pair of fierce eyes.

But no matter how fierce his eyes were, he looked like a child of about ten years old! How could he come out to kill people at such a young age?

"Who are you?" Tang Xu opened her mouth and shouted loudly, but the voice was trembling slightly, revealing her fear.

“Tang Xu!” the kid in black shouted, his hoarse duck voice sounding funny and harsh. “Die!”

But his agile movements were not funny. When the dagger stabbed at him, Tang Xu's mind went blank, but his arm reflexively used the dagger to deflect the dagger and slashed at the child again.

The body moves on its own! Conditioned reflex? Muscle memory? Tang Xu looked at herself in bewilderment as she exchanged a few moves with the kid. The movements were so fast that she couldn't react at all.

What happened? ? The original owner is not dead? Two souls in one body?

She was thinking in a mess, but it was obvious that her brainless body was at a disadvantage. The dagger in her hand was knocked away, and she was kicked in the stomach. This damn child! It hurts! Her whole body went limp and she sat on the ground, and her neck could already feel the coldness of the metal.

Is this cut into the aorta? Will blood splatter all over the floor? It's so dirty, can it be cleaned up? Will July be scared? July!

It all happened slowly, but in fact, it happened in an instant. Just as the dagger cut through Tang Xu's skin, Qiyue's presence suddenly gave her a burst of strength. She leaned back to avoid his neck and kicked the little killer away.

Tang Qing twisted around and landed steadily, hitting the table with a 'bang'.

"Mom?" The voice of July being woken up came from the room.

"Don't come out!" Tang Xu shouted.

"Mom?" July was puzzled and lay on the bed at a loss.

Tang Qing seized this opportunity, rushed forward and pressed the dagger against Tang Xu's neck. He said disdainfully: "Tang Xu, the second-ranked man of this generation in the sect, is nothing special." After saying that, his men were about to finish him off, but his neck tightened and he flew into the air!

Who! This person approached him without him noticing. He panicked and struggled to turn around to see who was coming.

"Little guy! You are too naive!" The lazy voice sounded as if he had just woken up. Tang Ling shook his wrist hard, and the struggling Tang Qing swayed so much that the dagger almost fell.

Tang Xu rubbed his ears and thought inappropriately: This queen's voice is so beautiful! Sister, say a few more words!

"Who are you?!" Tang Qing flapped his limbs, but couldn't even get close to the man.

"I'm your grandmother!" the man said, looking down at the embarrassed Tang Xu on the ground, "I haven't seen you for a few years, and you can't even hold a knife?"

The lazy and arrogant voice of the queen confused Tang Xumi, who was controlled by the voice. She looked at the killer with the queen's voice. There was a Tang Sect logo on her belt. The female killer seemed familiar with her? And she helped her stop the little killer. Who was she? She even wanted to ask, but was afraid of giving away the secret.

Seeing that she didn't say a word, Tang Ling's voice turned cold: "You piece of trash. You ran away for a man and even picked up someone else's child to raise. You've fallen into depravity." After that, he picked up the boy in his hand and jumped out of the courtyard wall.

"Mom! Mom! Mom..." Qiyue heard the stranger's voice. He didn't know what happened. He vaguely remembered being chased and beaten before. He became more and more scared and could only keep calling for his mother.

Everyone had left and the danger was temporarily over. Tang Xu shouted into the house, "It's okay, it's okay. I'll be there." She pounded her legs, which were stiff from nervousness, and walked into the room.

"Mom!" Qiyue was delighted, but then she noticed a glaring red spot. She pointed at Tang Xu's neck with a shaking finger, "Blood! So much blood!" Her voice was urgent and fast, completely different from her usual stuttering appearance.

Tang Xu touched her neck and felt a little stinging, but it was probably just a skin injury. "It's okay, I'll go wash up. You put on your shoes, get out of bed and drink some water." She even had the mind to urge July to drink some water.

She wiped the blood off her neck with a cloth and suddenly felt a sharp pain. The cloth fell into the basin, instantly dyeing the water red.

She grinned as she washed the blood off her neck, then filled a basin with water and looked at her neck. The bleeding had stopped, leaving a bloody wound. The knife was quite sharp, I wonder if it was clean, and if it would be infected with any virus? Would she get tetanus?

"Mom..." Qiyue was anxiously pacing around. After a while, as if she remembered something, she ran into the room and rummaged through the drawers, and took out a small round box the size of a baby's fist. "Medicine! Apply medicine!"

What is this? Tang Xu looked at the unfamiliar box. It seemed to be the original owner's golden wound medicine. There was a small Tang Sect logo on the bottom of the white porcelain box. "Thank you, July."

She applied medicine to the wound, and the burning pain instantly spread from the wound on her neck to her whole body. "Ah, ah... it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

How could she forget that this medicine is so painful! This medicine is very effective, but it hurts when you apply it, like being stung by fire. So she didn't take it out for July before, and only remembered it when she used it herself.

She covered her wound and jumped in pain. Qiyue was so anxious that tears kept falling, thinking that the medicine he took was spoiled. He cried and hugged Tang Xu's legs, shouting incoherently: "Mom, mom, mom, it hurts, the medicine is spoiled, wuwuwu... I'm sorry... hiccup..."

Amused by the burp, Tang Xu laughed loudly: "Hahaha... hiss... it's okay, it's okay, no... hiss, it hurts... haha... cough cough cough..." Tang Xu was in pain and happy at the same time. He choked before he could finish breathing in one breath. His neck hurt even more when he coughed, and tears came out.

July cried even louder, hiccuping as she cried.

"What's wrong? Xiaoxu? What happened to July?" Dong Wanwan, who was next door, heard the crying and hurried over to ask.

"It's okay, it's okay, cough cough cough..." Tang Xu opened the door and then remembered the wound on his neck.

Before Dong Wanwan could say anything, she noticed Tang Xu's red and swollen wound, "Ouch, what happened to your neck? Oh my God, how did it get cut here? Let's go to the clinic, come on." As she spoke, she pulled her out.

"It's okay, it's okay, I've applied some medicine," Tang Xu's mind raced, "My neck was scratched by paper! It will be fine after applying some medicine!"

Dong Wanwan frowned suspiciously, "Is this paper so sharp?"

Tang Xu stammered as she explained, "I, I'm not sure either. I was cutting paper, and I don't know if it was the knife or the paper that got hurt accidentally." She had a determined look on her face, and spoke as if it were true.

Dong Wanwan glared at her. Although she thought it was a bit absurd, she never thought there was a killer. She hugged Qiyue, whose face was red from crying, and said, "Oh, you are crying so pitifully, please stop crying." She took out a handkerchief to wipe his face and coaxed him softly.

July slowly stopped crying and stretched out her hands for Tang Xu to hug her.

Tang Xu took him over, and Dong Wanwan said with some concern: "Don't touch your mother's neck. Tsk tsk, it's swollen almost as big as a fist. Don't you really want to see a doctor?"

"It's okay, no need. Where are your balls?" Tang Xu didn't know whether it was because of the pain or numbness or the effect of the medicine had worn off, but he didn't feel anything in the wound anymore.

"His father rarely went out today, so he took him to see a variety show." Dong Wanwan said, wiping away Qiyue's tears, "This child is really filial, he knows how to love you."

Tang Xu smiled and kissed Qiyue on the face, "Of course not, he is my own son."

Dong Wanwan rolled her eyes, looking as if she couldn't bear to watch, "If you're okay, I'll go back. I'm still making soup. Come to my house for dinner this afternoon?"

Tang Xu refused, "No, no, I don't want to be a light bulb."

"What bubble?" Dong Wanwan asked puzzledly.

"It's nothing, it's nothing. Sister Wan, please go back quickly. The soup will be boiled dry soon." Although his neck didn't hurt anymore, Tang Xu was exhausted after tossing and turning for half a day and wanted to lie down for a while.

"Nonsense!" Dong Wanwan glared at her, but seeing that she was not in good spirits, she gave her a few instructions and left.

She carried Xiao Qiyue back to the room and lay on the bed before she realized she was scared. Everything happened too fast, and her tense body relaxed. She recalled the lazy female voice again, it seemed to be Tang Xu's sister?

Tang Xu's elder sister, Tang Qing, was the best performer of their generation. Tang Xu was originally ranked fifth, not second, but for some reason, every time there was a ranking competition, the people above Tang Xu were either injured or poisoned and sick.

It's very strange, it's just bad luck.

After all, the higher the ranking, the harder the mission. If you receive a mission beyond your ability, there is only one way out.

She couldn't think of who would do this, so she investigated secretly, and only knew that it was a woman. She thought of her sister, Tang Qing. But she didn't know her sister very well. Tang Qing had already started training when she was born. The two of them were together for a long time, and the number of times they met was very few. When they met, Tang Qing always had a cold face, as if she couldn't see her.

The two had very little interaction, and the other party seemed to have no reason to frame her. The final investigation came to nothing because she started to go on a mission.

Could it be Tang Qing just now?

Who is that little boy?

Why did he kill her? Didn't he only attack her five times? Would someone come here often in the future? Was the person who was watching me last time that young man? Or was he that woman?

How come there is still a danger to life after traveling through time? ! ? If she is killed, will she travel through time again or just disappear? If she is gone, what will happen to Qiyue?

Hey! I'm still thinking about living a retirement life, do I have to move?

While thinking about all sorts of things, July beside her moved, quietly raised her body, put her little hand on Tang Xu's chest and moved forward, as if looking at her wound.

Tang Xu was amused. You could say he was sneaky, but he had his hands on himself. You could say he was brazen, but he was still holding his breath, even though he was gasping for air after a while. She continued to lie there without moving, still thinking whether to move, where to move, and whether she would meet a good neighbor like Dong Wanwan in the future? Would she not be found if she moved to a new place?

Before she could figure it out, water suddenly dripped down her collarbone. Where did the water come from? She opened her eyes. July bit her lips, her big eyes were red, and bean-sized tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes, sliding across her thin face and falling on her body. Those few drops of tears fell cold, but her heart was warm.

Tang Xu raised his hand and placed it against Xiao Qiyue's cheek. He gently wiped away her tears with his thumb and said, "Little crybaby, why are you crying again?"

"Mom, it hurts..." July loosened her lower lip that was bitten by teeth and let out a small whimper with her lips pursed.

"Oh, it doesn't hurt that much. This medicine is very effective. I'll be fine tomorrow." Tang Xu felt that July was getting cuter and cuter the more he looked at him, so he kissed him hard on the face a few times.

There was no way to escape, so he just gave up. The original owner had traveled to so many places, spent a lot of time and effort to lay so many traps, and killed four groups of people, but in the end he still couldn't escape death.

Qiyue needs to settle down now. From what she has seen before, the Tang Sect assassins only want to kill her and will not hurt Qiyue. She needs to save a lot of money to buy a house. If she is going to die, Dong Wanwan may be someone she can entrust to. Although human hearts are unpredictable, the ancients believed in ghosts and gods, and the wishes of the dead are also a kind of guarantee.

Even if we take a step back and say that Dong Wanwan was greedy for money, she could still leave July a way to survive.

Tang Xu thought of everything and started to live her life as usual. Only she knew that she could no longer relax and enjoy herself as before. After all, not everyone can face death calmly, even if they have died once.

Two days later, the custom-made tables, chairs and carts were delivered to my door, and I also received the custom-made large umbrella.

After dinner that day, the children sat on the tailor-made chairs with curiosity, twisting and turning, touching here and there.

"Wow! I like this stool! I like this table too!" Fang Zijun opened his mouth, wishing he could take the table home.

"This table is so comfortable to lie on! It smells so good." Du Jiarui rested his chin on the table, and rubbed it lovingly with his hands. His nose sniffed around like a puppy, smelling the woody fragrance.

July didn't say anything. She squatted on the ground and looked at the tables and chairs with shining eyes.

"Okay," Tang Xu clapped her hands, and placed a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on each table. She taught them step by step how to grind ink and hold the pen, and the little ones wrote their first stroke with their own hands.

Mrs. Du watched from the side, feeling very satisfied, and thought about giving some more money. When the class was over, everyone was given a small cloth bag, which surprised Mrs. Du even more.

Originally, I just thought that the children were here to play, after all, the teaching time was too short. But Miss Tang was relaxed in class, patient and humorous, and her lectures were easy to understand. She paid for the tables, chairs, cloth bags, paper and pens that the children needed for class, but the inkstone was prepared by others.

She secretly thought that this class was more suitable for children than the children's class in the academy. Maybe Miss Tang's knowledge was not as good as those teachers, but how much profound knowledge could be needed to teach such a young child?