On the 101 Forms of Disciple Blackening

Since Yucheng, he has parted ways with Feng Buzhan and others.Senior brother and others are going back to Qishan Fengtuo, and I have to spend half a year to visit some maps one after another.Ding Zhiwei was looking forward to this solo journey, but who would have thought that the hero would accompany him.

In fact, along the way, there are many opportunities for the hero to attack him.More precautions must be taken.

The noise of people coming and going on the street was extraordinary, and occasionally a carriage passed by, through the curtains lifted by the wind, passers-by could always catch a glimpse of the nobles in the carriage.

Shouting and hawking came one after another, many novel gadgets had never been seen in modern times, and Ding Zhiwei had the absurd idea of ​​buying them and bringing them back.It's not certain whether he can go back, he has no clue now, and he doesn't know how he got here.To go back, the chance is slim, and I don't know when.

candied haws.An old man was sitting on the unremarkable stone steps with his head bowed. He was selling candied haws, but for some reason he did not stand in the middle of the street.The candied haws he sells are brighter and redder than the ones he passed on the road before, which makes people very appetizing.

Ding Zhiwei recalled the scene of sitting with Juemin by the river when he was a child and watching the grandfather selling candied haws pass by, but they had no money, and once people missed that age, they would naturally abandon all their previous wishes.It's a pity, he happens to be a sentimental guy, so his eye sockets get wet.

"Chi'er, do you want one?" Ding Zhiwei was immersed in sadness, but he didn't notice the expression of 'eating Xiang' from the male lead behind him.

'What kind of word is this tiger and wolf? Juemin froze, not knowing what Ding Zhiwei meant.

"Candied haws, you haven't eaten them before, have you?" Ding Zhiwei subconsciously softened his tone despite his high-cold air.The male protagonist is also a poor child, where there is no good food to eat in Fengtuo, Qishan, and he is used by the scum master to test the medicine every day, he will either die or be injured, and it is too late to recover his mind.

There was silence behind Ding Zhiwei for a while, and then the male protagonist responded softly: "Mmm..."

Juemin suddenly became complicated. Did he think too badly about people?Dante Zhiwei scolded the scumbag Luo Jichen angrily every day with his mobile phone in his hands, and the scolding was so harsh, it seemed that Ding Zhiwei himself had been deeply abused.This kind of thinking is about to go deep into the internal organs. For a while, even a careful person like Juemin can hardly distinguish the good from the bad. Even if he can't tell, he still feels a faint sense of familiarity, as if he has seen it somewhere before .

Luo Jichen's tone was too gentle, different from what he had imagined.Juemin lowered his vigilance a little bit, wait, now is not the time.

"Master, how much is one?" Ding Zhiwei asked the hero to wait on the spot, and ran to do some shopping for the boss.

The uncle took a look at Ding Zhiwei, calmly took out a leaf cigarette and took a puff, and said calmly, "Fairy... fairies don't want money!"

Even a thick-skinned person like Ding Zhiwei couldn't help but blush.

That's okay too?After all, it's someone else's body, Ding Zhiwei feels guilty.

Regardless of the uncle's objection, Ding Zhiwei stuffed a large handful of broken silver to the uncle: "I'm not a fairy, I'm also a mortal."

"A fairy is either a fairy who he says is a fairy or a fairy, and a fairy is a fairy who others say is a fairy." Like a tongue twister, Ding Zhiwei barely understood what the uncle said.

"You'd better take it!" He took two bright red sticks and ran away.