What's wrong with my mother adding special effects to my wife?

Xu Chuilu originally held the mentality of "the other party must be sleepless and free to talk casually, so I can just listen to it", but never expected that Xiao Fangdao would go beyond the outline without even saying hello, which made people Totally overwhelmed.

He was so brave to kill for the first time... and he was given a bloody and strange legendary life experience. He deserves to be a well-known devil.

The question now is, what is her response that is reasonable and unaffected?

Xu Chuilu quickly recalled the syllabus of fooling around in his mind, but felt that it was inappropriate to say anything at the moment.If you yell "awesome", "that's how it is", "you are too strong", it seems perfunctory and unreasonable. If you express comments and condolences in an online essay, it is very verbose and hypocritical. Otherwise, ask more details to express your concern and concern. curious?

No, if it involves the privacy that the other party doesn't want to answer, it will be a big step.

Silence began to ferment.

[The eighth day of the twelfth lunar month.Chao Lu, I remember correctly, right? 】

[You mean——]

Facing the night wind from the mouth, she looked at Xiao Fangdao's slightly drooping eyes: "Your birthday is coming, today is the ninth day of the lunar month, and there is still one month left."

The other party's eyebrows twitched, with a strange expression on his face.

"?"

"I'll remember."

A very common sentence.

This is indeed what she cares most about at the moment.

Most of the people in that past have passed away. Xiao Xing and Liang Bujin died young. After the age of 16, her life has not been peaceful. Lou Yuge is alive, and the martial arts alliance is in turmoil. Li Fulan is dead, and Ming Liguan becomes the Unfeeling Sect...

Is Xiao Fangdao still Xiao Fangdao?

If not, she is too bitter.

If yes, she is too tired.

The past is naturally used to remember, but the knowable past cannot determine the unknowable future.

Xiao Fangdao was once again surprised by Xu Chuilu's answer.

Ever since she appeared, I have almost gotten used to this kind of accident.

Her origin is elusive, her purpose is unpredictable, and she herself is like a clear and soft fog.

The hanging sword contains the tendency of crashing and falling, but the hanging dew retains a dangerous beauty, illusory tranquility, and a detached overlooking.

She knows nothing and knows everything.

For this story, she seems to be able to understand and tolerate everyone's behavior, and for herself, she is even more submissive to the point of connivance, but she cannot analyze and predict her behavior.

Such a person, if not a demon, must be a god.

Her connection with this world is tenuous, and her connection with these people is even less.

This made Xiao Fangdao feel uneasy, and many of her actions were aimed at dispelling this uneasiness, or confirming that it was not uneasy.

If Wuque could be "created" by another person, his own existence and persistence would lose their meaning.

She had to make sure that Xu Chuilu was on her side—since Xu Chuilu had given up a safer choice.

However, the appearance of Cangwu made her discover that Xu Cuilu is not the only one who is "special" to her. Apart from Xiao Fangdao, she can still trust, love and rely on another person without reservation.

The special one is Xu Chuilu, not Xiao Fangdao.

She's pissed off by her stupid pretensions and confused about how to get on with her.

……

"anything else."

When Xu Chuilu heard the other party's cold answer, her tone became more subdued.

After all, only those who are strong will be weak, and those who are weak will be weaker.

"Uh, are these... important secrets?"

"There are quite a few people who know about this, but there are not many living people who know such details."

Xu Chuilu said a word, and said in a low voice: "Then you told me so many secrets, wouldn't it be even more difficult for me to leave?"

Xiao Fangdao had a calm look of "I don't intend to hide the matter now", and quickly found a way for himself: "Didn't you say that you would keep your mouth shut?"

"That's not necessarily true." She moved out of dialectics, "The premise of keeping my mouth shut is that I am sane, but people are not sober all the time."

"Oh?"

"For example, today you told me these bloody details. I can't sleep well at night, and I have nightmares. If I talk in sleep...it's not my fault."

Xiao Fangdao didn't care: "As far as I know, you don't have the habit of talking in your sleep."

"Not before, doesn't mean there won't be in the future."

Xiao Fangdao frowned and said nothing: What does she mean?

"..." Without the fan-shaped diagram, Xu Cuilu would have suspected that the other party did it on purpose.

She had no choice but to express: "It's too early for you to draw conclusions. To be cautious, it's better to continue to observe for a while."

Probably because he has never seen a prisoner who voluntarily asked to be monitored, Xiao Fangdao showed a rare look of surprise.She glanced at the unoccupied bed in the room, nodded majestically and said: "That's right, you should share the room with me in the near future."

Xu Chuilu felt a little bit relieved when he saw the faint joyful bright yellow on the fan chart.

She lit the candle that was just extinguished by the wind of Xiao Fang's knife palm, so that her face was dyed with a warm yellow fire light.

"Okay, I'll go to the waiter and return the room next door."

The lightly receding figure made the corners of Xiao Fangdao's lips curl up unconsciously—she didn't even think there was anything wrong with her moodiness.

In the sound of night leakage, Xu Chuilu fell into a deep sleep.

In fact, she didn't know why she did it.

Maybe it's because Xiao Fangdao's story is really touching, maybe it's because making a person who is not easy to be happy happy is quite fulfilling, maybe it's because the friendship between sisters is very fragile, and the harmonious master-student relationship is very rare, It is worth her dedicating herself to maintaining it.

Of course, she felt that it was mainly because Xiao Fangdao was easier to coax, and if it was a little more difficult, she would definitely give up in time.

That's how you get out of trouble.

The next day, the sky brightened.

Cangwu knocked on the door of Xu Chuilu's room.

A moment later, a fat middle-aged man with big ears and disheveled clothes opened the door drowsily, with sleepy eyes and a weak voice: "You... who are you? What are you doing?"

When such a big-bellied businessman with black eyes and sloppy steps walked out of Miss Minglu's room, Cang Wu's face turned pale, and he fell into a terrified stupor.

Last night—what the hell happened last night?Ming Lu doesn't know martial arts, she just left for a short while——

She grabbed the man by the collar and said angrily, "Where is Minglu?"

The man's cheeks flushed red from being strangled by the opponent, he struggled and said, "You, what are you doing?! Xiao... Xiao Er... help, help!"

This movement alarmed the two people next door, Xiao Fangdao and Xu Chuilu heard Cang Wu's voice and hurried out to check.

"What happened?"

Seeing that Xu Chuilu was safe and sound, Cang Wu breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ah, nothing."

Compared with the horrible experience of Yue Hei Feng Gao who first raped and then murdered and robbed sex in her imagination, the fact that Xu Chuilu walked out of Xiao Fangdao's room was not a problem at all.

Even thankful.

Since there is an elder sister with strong martial arts, they should live in the same room and take care of each other, so as to be safe.

……

After bumping on the boat for several days and arriving at the shore in the middle of the night, he finally found a vacant room to rest in peace. Shopkeeper Liu, who was woken up and threatened by force within two hours, felt that he might be about to die.

His obese body slid down the door panel and sat down on the cold floor.

All hope is lost.