After a long time, he scratched his ears, blushed and came back to his senses, and waved his hands again and again: "No, that, I don't know, this is not my handkerchief, so where is my handkerchief? Me, me, oh , I really jumped into the Yellow River and couldn't wash myself"
He stared at the celestial silk handkerchief embroidered with faint traces of begonia flowers, but he couldn't remember why he had such an extra item. After thinking about it for a long time in a hurry, he suddenly slapped his head.
"ah!"
"¡¡What's wrong¡¡"
"I remembered!" Mo Ran breathed a sigh of relief, took back the handkerchief from Shi Mo, and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, this handkerchief is indeed not mine, so I can't give it to you."
Teacher Mei: ""
I didn't say yes either.
"But this is not Master's, don't see that Haitang is Master." Mo Ran folded his handkerchief and put it back in his arms, obviously feeling extremely relaxed and relieved because he did not take Master's handkerchief by mistake, "This handkerchief belongs to Junior Brother Xia."
The teacher was thoughtful: "Brother Xia?"
"Yeah, I live with him these days, maybe the handkerchief was washed, and I took it wrong when I picked it up in the morning, haha, I'm really sorry."
"Well, it doesn't matter." Shi Mei still smiled gently, then got up and said, "It's getting late, let's go, let's pick up Junior Brother Xia."
The two left the house and went straight to the prison.
However, before going too far, Shi Mo's footsteps gradually slowed down. It was not obvious at the beginning, but he stumbled over a piece of gravel, and almost fell down. Fortunately, Mo Ran walked beside him and caught it in time. he.
Mo Ran saw that his face was pale and bloodless, and he couldn't help being shocked: "What's wrong with you?"
"It's okay." Shi Mo breathed a sigh of relief, "I have eaten less lunch, and I don't have much strength. Just take a rest for a while."
The more vaguely he wants to get past, the more Mo Ran cares about it. Thinking about it carefully, the master is not good at lightness, and the food and clothing of this Taohuayuan need to be replaced by feathers. Before, he plucked the feathers by himself To give it to him, these days I was imprisoned, Xue Meng has no brains and doesn't know how to take care of people
The more Mo Ran thought about it, the more worried he was, and said: "You used to be in the sect, and you often didn't eat lunch, but you never saw you like this. Where are you not eating a meal? Tell me the truth, how long have you been hungry? ?¡±
"I¡¡"
Seeing that he was silent, Mo Ran's face became more and more gloomy, and he pulled him to walk in the opposite direction.
The teacher hurriedly said: "Ah Ran, where are you going?"
"Take you to eat!" Mo Ran said viciously, but when he looked back, his eyes were very distressed, "I'm not here, won't you take good care of yourself? Every time you think about others in your heart, you should think about others first! But What about you? Have you thought about yourself?"
"Ah Ran"
Dragging Shi Mo all the way to the wine shop, it is reasonable to say that Shi Mo belongs to the healing department, and without a token, it is impossible to come to the attacking department station where Mo Ran and they are used to. However, since the eighteenth incident, people have panicked. In order to deal with emergencies, the Feathermen have already canceled the restrictions between the various departments.
"What do you want to eat? Order it yourself."
"Just eat whatever you want." Shi Mei seemed a little guilty, "I'm sorry, I thought I was here to help, but in the end it dragged you down"
"There is nothing between you and me that I'm sorry for." Mo Ran stretched out his hand and flicked his forehead, slowing down his tone, "Order, I'll pay after ordering, you sit and eat well."
The teacher was stunned: "What about you?"
"I have to pick up Junior Brother Xia, but the murderer has never been caught. Although there are guards near the prison, I am still worried."
Hearing that Mo Ran was about to leave, there seemed to be a gloomy light flashing in the teacher's eyes, but he quickly said: "Just buy two buns. I will go with you and eat while walking."
Mo Ran was trying to dissuade him, but suddenly he heard the sound of warblers and swallows outside the wine shop, and more than a dozen young female cultivators dressed in beautiful clothes entered the building happily.
"Shopkeeper, let me ask you something." A woman in the lead asked with a coquettish smile, "Brother have you booked a banquet for this restaurant tonight?"
"Yes, yes." The shopkeeper replied with a smile on his face. These days, these Feathermen have figured it out, senior brother loves to drink and listen to music, and will find a wine shop to have a banquet every night. And as long as the "big brother" is there, there will be a group of chattering female cultivators flocking in advance.
Sure enough, those female cultivators immediately became more excited, and hurriedly wanted to book a table. From time to time, a few words floated into Mo Ran.If I were a murderer, since I could kill them all, why should I stay here in Ling Xiao Pavilion? Waiting for you to catch it? "
A featherman with fiery red hair, Tisi, cursed cursingly and horizontally: "Bah! It's already like this, you, you still have the face"
Someone also said angrily: "If you are not the murderer, why did the murderer kill all the guards but not you?"
"that is!"
"It's true that you know people, know faces, but don't know your heart!"
"Even if the murderer is not you, he must be someone related to you! Otherwise, why didn't he kill you! Tell me!"
"eye for eye!"
Mo Ran is really laughing.
In his previous life, he killed people like hemp, and few dared to mention "blood debts" to him. In this life, he was not killed, but he was wronged to the fullest. In this world, it is really He closed his eyes, just About to say something, suddenly a red glow flew over from the sky.
Featherman Shangxian floated down from the clouds, looked around coldly, with a very ugly expression on his face.
"Ink rains lightly."
"Shangxian."
The Featherman Shangxian stared at him for a while, then walked to one of the corpses, and lifted the blood-stained willow vines around the corpse's neck.
"Where is your weapon? Take it out and let me see."
""
"Don't you want to?"
Mo Ran sighed, his weapon is hell, during this period of practice, I don¡¯t know how many people have seen it, and a large number of people saw it when the eighteenth accident happened. Take it out at this time, and compare the hell with the willow sticks on the necks of those dead Feathermen, which will undoubtedly add another heavy hammer to his crime. But if you don't take it, you will be even more guilty.
With a sound of "à²", a fiery red light appeared in his palm, and the ghost transformed into form from his flesh and blood, flowing with hissing and bursting red splendor, "If the Immortal wants to see it, then watch it. (Remember this book Website URL: www.hlnovel.com