Sand sculpture apprentice dressed as black heart lotus

The little widow was not angry either, she leaned into Xu Muyan's ear and said in a low voice, "I heard from Tan Qinglu that your name is Sima Jiaojiao? What's the reason for your name?"

There is a reason for the name, and there is a reason for it, there is no one before, and there will be no one after.

Take it from "Fucking shit" and "Call your mother", these two sentences are not complete swear words.

But Xu Muyan didn't have the guts to tell the truth about this kind of thing, so with the little widow's temper, he would mistakenly think that he was scolding him.

Xu Muyan didn't dare to say anything, and didn't even dare to take a breath.

He silently comforted himself in his heart, it's okay, it's okay, the little widow will definitely not recognize him, there are so many people outside, the little widow has never been too eager for such things.

He definitely wouldn't do that kind of unspeakable thing to a young man who had only met once and didn't say a word.

Certainly not!

Besides...

Xu Muyan felt that it hadn't been long since his death, even if the little widow didn't stay widowed for him for three years, at least she wouldn't be a person?

The little widow hasn't gotten to that point casually yet!

But soon, Xu Muyan realized that he was wrong.

Not only wrong, but dead wrong.

The little widow is the kind of thing that anyone can do!

Xu Muyan's eyes were red, his whole body was trembling non-stop, and his hands were tightly grasping the railing of the carriage.

This carriage is quite strange, it is not a small square room, but ventilated left and right, with an ebony carport above it.

The curtain near the horse was lowered by Xu Muyan, and the other end was still empty.

As soon as Xu Muyan raised his eyes, he could immediately see several disciples sitting around the fire, whispering to each other and discussing something in a low voice.

No one looked over, not even Tan Qinglu, who was sitting cross-legged in the corner and meditating.

The distance from the carriage to the crowd is only a dozen or so steps, and the six senses of a cultivator are too ordinary, so as long as they make a slight movement, they will be noticed immediately.

Whether it was intentional or unintentional, the little widow did not set up an enchantment around her.

As if intending to humiliate him, she leaned into his ear and asked him with a low smile, "Is there no reason for the name? Why is it renamed Sima? Why is it called Jiaojiao? Which Jiao? Is it Jiao Jiaoer's Jiao Jiao?"

Xu Muyan didn't say a word, thinking to himself, what kind of sweetheart is Jiao Jiaoer? It's not bad to call a dog to ignore Baozi.

He never thought that he would become someone's darling.

Moreover, Xu Muyan didn't like the name Jiaojiao'er, and always felt that the little widow was mocking him.

What's more, Xu Muyan clenched the railing tightly. Because of too much force, the tips of his fingers turned white. The female disciple's uniform didn't fit well. The sleeves were half short, and on the exposed slender wrists, the light blue blood vessels were hideously burst out.

Xu Muyan was so angry that the veins on his forehead were twisted into a ball, and every word was almost squeezed out between his teeth. He said angrily, "I'm not Jiaojiaoer! Don't call me that!"

"Okay, from now on I will call you Jiao Jiao, Sima Jiao Jiao, what a nice name, Jiao Jiao, Jiao Jiao..."

Yulisheng whispered in Xu Muyan's ear emotionally, and touched Xu Muyan's face with her face affectionately, her warm breath filled Xu Muyan's neck.

The faint smell of cedar on the little widow once again enveloped Xu Muyan's whole body.

Xu Muyan was terrified to death, always felt that the first time they met after rebirth, such a situation had formed.

Then he will be a hundred times miserable in the future than before.

The fear of the unknown made him tremble all over, and tears slowly rolled down from his eyes under the almost mean threats of the little widow.

It splashed on the back of Xu Muyan's hand.

"Are you crying?"

Yu Lisheng was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously raised his hand to wipe away his tears. In the dark night, his eyes were already extremely red from the heat, revealing a bit of indescribable ecstasy and pain.

He was even a little scared, thinking that all this was just a dream.

As soon as he woke up from the dream, the person in his arms disappeared again.

Yulisheng didn't dare to expose Xu Muyan's identity, and didn't even dare to ask him for anything excessively.

Only where Xu Muyan couldn't see, tears rolled from his always cold and almost heartless eyes.

Yu Lisheng's voice trembled uncontrollably, and said softly: "Jiao Jiao, why are you crying? You don't like me treating you like this, do you?"

Yes, Xu Muyan doesn't like this!

He hates it!He just couldn't accept it, couldn't force himself to accept it!

He didn't understand why Yulisheng had to sneak into the carriage late at night, why did he sneak into the carriage from behind, why did he do it so casually, since it was the first time they met!

The little widow was obviously not like this before!

Obviously, obviously only to him like this!

However, why did he die only once, and the little widow could forget him so quickly, and instead whispered softly to a stranger.

Why? !

How can a "Sima Jiaojiao" who popped up halfway get the little widow's pity for no reason?

How could "Sima Jiaojiao" get the tender treatment from the little widow without doing anything?

Why did Xu Muyan's eyes turn red from crying, and he was rolling all over the ground in pain, something that can't be exchanged for even if he shed blood and tears, is it for nothing?

It's not fair, it's not fair!

The little widow should have pushed "Sima Jiaojiao" away, punched and kicked "Sima Jiaojiao", and said harsh words to "Sima Jiaojiao".

No no no, wait!

This is not right!

Xu Muyan suddenly remembered that he was "Sima Jiaojiao".

How could he have such a strange idea?

After calming down, Xu Muyan tightened his grip on the railing, almost making fingerprints on it.

His tears became more and more fierce, and hot sweat rolled down his forehead.

The tip of Xue Ni's nose was also red, and Xu Muyan would probably have cursed on the spot if he hadn't been clenching his teeth tightly.

"...do you hear anything?"

A disciple who was chatting around the fire suddenly said, "It sounds like the wheels of a cart grinding the ground!"

"No way, don't scare people. There is no one else in this wilderness except us. Here, the carriage is not parked there properly, where did it move?"

Another disciple raised his finger and pointed to the carriage parked not far away, and suddenly curled his lips and said: "The one sitting inside is the young man rescued by Senior Brother Tan from the succubus. Tell me, all of them have been taken by the succubus." It’s sun, and immortality is also a base, so is such a person worthy of worshiping in Kunlun?”

The rest of the people looked in the direction of his finger, and the carriage was indeed parked quietly not far away, and the horse was untied and tied up to graze elsewhere.

Nothing happened at all.

"That's to say, back then, in order to be able to worship Kunlun, I almost risked my life. In order to make me stand out, the whole clan let me take various spiritual herbs since I was a child, and invited monks to come to teach me. Barely pass Kunlun's entry test!"

"Me too. I was only 11 years old in the entry trial. When I drew lots to choose my opponent, I was almost beaten to death when I got a 16-year-old opponent!"

"Really, I don't know what Senior Brother Tan is thinking. Ever since Xu Muyan died, I haven't seen how sad he is. Elder Fengtian has been insane for several months anyway."

"It's really pitiful that Xu Muyan used to be infatuated with Senior Brother Tan. When he was about to die, Senior Brother Tan only shed a little tears. No, I picked up one from somewhere... It's so handsome, I'm afraid I'll never remember it back then Xu Muyan."

Everyone sat around and discussed in low voices.

They didn't know that there was a long and deep rut on the carriage's rut ​​where they couldn't see it.

A pair of veined palms protruded from the carriage, and Xu Muyan's mouth was tightly covered by Yu Lisheng, not allowing him to make a sound.

"Forget it, don't mention it, if Elder Fengtian hears us talking about his beloved disciple, we will die!"

"Oh, let's not mention it, Xu Muyan is dead, why mention him?"

Xu Muyan was crying, and after his mouth was covered, he couldn't make any sound at all.

In fact, for a moment, he felt a little grateful to the little widow.

Because fortunately the little widow covered his mouth to prevent him from screaming unbearably.

If others were attracted to watch, then Xu Muyan would feel like dying.

He is very heartbroken now, very heartbroken.

I don't understand how the little widow has become like this after seeing her for just a few months.

Just so unbearable?

Obviously his bones are still not cold, obviously his soul is gone, obviously he is close at hand...

But the little widow did not recognize him.

Of course, Xu Muyan didn't dare to let him recognize him.

The taste of kneeling on the nailboard with an empty stomach is too difficult.

Xu Muyan comforted himself secretly, now he was only using the dead body to bring back the soul, and when he helped the little widow ascend to become a god, he would be able to abandon his physical body and return to his own place.

It's okay, it's really okay.

To live is to have hope.As long as he is alive, he will definitely be able to go home!

There are nine out of ten unsatisfactory things in life. He is already very lucky. He was born with healthy limbs and no disasters or diseases.

But... Xu Muyan still couldn't help the hot tears welling up from his eyes.

I just feel sad.

He didn't like such a little widow, very much.

In his heart, the little widow should be ruthless to everyone, stay on the sidelines of everything, and never show sincerity to anyone.

But now, the little widow seemed to take his feelings into consideration, without any verbal humiliation.

Silence, there has been silence behind him.

The only thing that can be heard is the deafening heartbeat of the little widow, as if it wants to merge with the night and turn into a pool of thick ink, which cannot be separated no matter what.

Under this oppressive night, Xu Muyan only felt that his emotions were surging and surging, emerging one after another, torrenting, as if his heart had been gouged out and hung on the sail.

There was a strong wind outside, and the waves blew up and down, and the turbulent waves hit the hull of the ship with a rumbling sound.

Together with Xu Muyan's last sliver of rationality, it will eventually be drowned here.

When Tan Qinglu opened his eyes, the sky was calm, and more than half of the accompanying disciples had fallen asleep, and a few people were chatting around the fire.

After all, they are all full-blooded teenagers, and they were chatting in the middle of the night, and the topic went off the rails, and they started talking about rural fun.

And what kind of story book is prosperous in the world recently, it is a down-and-out scholar and a lady, and a thousand-year-old vixen gives birth to a woodcutter.

Tan Qinglu frowned after hearing a few words, and coughed lightly.

The few disciples who had been chatting enthusiastically, immediately fell silent.Seeing that he woke up, he smiled flatteringly and asked: "Brother, are you awake? Why don't you sleep a little longer, it's not yet dawn!"

"Don't go to sleep, it will be dawn in another hour, I trouble you to keep watch all night, I will watch here. You all go down and rest, you have to hurry tomorrow morning."

The disciples answered yes with a smile, each found a place and went to sleep.

Seeing that they had fallen asleep, Tan Qinglu thought about it, but was still worried about Sima Jiaojiao.

So he got up and walked to the carriage, and looked inside through the side without the curtain.

As a result, the inside was empty, and Sima Jiaojiao had disappeared!

Tan Qinglu was flustered, thinking it was not a good idea, if the other cultivators found out about Sima Jiaojiao, he would act like that child and be arrested and used as a furnace for that child.

If it is discovered that he was originally a succubus, it will be over.

Tan Qinglu thought about this, and was about to go to the depths of the forest to look for him, when he glanced out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw two deep fingerprints left on the railing of the carriage.

It looks like it was squeezed out by someone.

Tan Qinglu raised his hand to touch it, and it was still a little slippery and wet.

He was puzzled, and he sniffed lightly. There was still a bit of bloody smell in the carriage that hadn't dissipated.

Could it be that Sima Jiaojiao had other injuries?

Tan Qinglu became more and more worried, and suddenly found that Jilu seemed a little strange.

Looking down under the moonlight, there is a very deep and long rut on the ground, I don't know when it was left.

The entire carriage was knocked out for a long distance.

Tan Qinglu thought that Sima Jiaojiao would not run too far, so he searched around in the nearby dense forest.

But all got nothing.

Instead, he found a clue on a piece of grass in Lu Yu.

The grass was rolled over by some wild beast, and the whole area was in a mess, and it was still full of water vapor.

On the withered grass leaves, there are still translucent dewdrops.

He didn't take it seriously, and soon under a big tree, there were subtle traces.

There was obviously a piece of water stagnant on the tree trunk, Tan Qinglu stepped forward and gestured with his hand, and felt that it was about the size of his two palms, and in terms of shape, it felt like a big peach.

It was also wet, but the strange thing was that other places were clean, only that one place was like this.

Not only that, Tan Qinglu accidentally stepped on a dead branch, and there was a clicking sound, which was extremely clear under the night.

There seemed to be a light rain under his feet, and the soil was inexplicably wet.

Everything is very weird.

But what is so weird, Tan Qinglu really can't tell.

After searching back and forth several times, Tan Qinglu saw that the sky was getting brighter, so he had to go back first.

When passing by the carriage, he couldn't help but glanced inside again, only to see Sima Jiaojiao curled up into a ball, fast asleep in the carriage.

He was sweating all over his head and face when he slept, and he didn't know how he got so hot.