Fast Travel Villain: Sanctioning the Son of Luck

Chapter 292 Cardamom shoots at the beginning of February, silver armor and red tassels come to be king ([-])

Although no one may find out, Xing Mo still wants to say something.

She is an adult, and she can be the ancestor of any family in any world in terms of age, but in order to better fit the image of the Lord, she rarely speaks out of her head.

In fact, Xing Mo didn't treat Xing Qingming like he was treating his elder brother, but instead he was taking care of his younger brother, and because of this, he had a lot of fun.

As for deceiving young children and stealing candied haws, Xing Mo has no sense of shame.

And Xing Qingming, who received the gift of gourd seeds, said with a straight chest that he will definitely protect his sister, no, it will be his sister's life.

Although his heart and eyes are full of gourd seeds now, Xing Qingming has not forgotten his lovely little sister, and he can't stop peeking while pretending not to care.

Looking at it, he suddenly realized something was wrong...

"Little sister, why is your group brocade knot gone?"

He remembered very clearly that the pair of hair accessories is the little girl's favorite recently, and they are often worn on the hair, a batch of cute ones.

But now, it seems that the little girl hasn't brought it for several days in a row, and Xing Qingming, who can't see such a cute form, is a little bit disappointed.

And Xing Mo touched the undecorated hairpin, and said indifferently: "Oh, you said that, when I went down the mountain to play with my brother a few days ago, I didn't know where I left one, and the rest was taken by my brother. Put it away."

"What!?" Xiaozheng stood up abruptly, and said indignantly, "Brother, how can you do this!? No, I also want your sister's knot, if you don't give it to me... If you don't give it to me, you will be fine." I don’t care about big brother anymore, hum!”

Xing Mo: "..."

Just be happy.

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On the other side, in the dark corner, the pile of dry straw squirmed slowly twice, and the wild cat that was hunting mice next to it was startled by the squirming straw, arched its back, threw it on the ground and flew away without even caring about the mice. It seems to have escaped.

Then slowly, a pale and thin hand stretched out from the haystack first, the pale knuckles contrasted sharply with the golden straw.

He kept his hands in the same position for a long time and stood upright in the straw pile. Those who didn't know might think that it was a zombie appearing in broad daylight.

I don't know how long it took, the pale claws moved back and forth, and finally found a nearby fulcrum and tried their best to support it with the last strength of the whole body.

The young man with a head of weeds and dull hair was completely exposed to the sun, his eyes were slightly open, and he felt the empty surroundings, and suddenly fell into a panic.

"Where did you go, where did you go... where the hell are you!"

The boy flipped over the straw as if possessed by a demon, and the golden straw flew around. Finally, as the boy stopped suddenly, it slowly fell from the air, slowly turning the boy covered in straw into a scarecrow.

Normally no one would pass by this small alley, the young man remained still for a while, and the surroundings also became quiet.

Passing birds occasionally stopped on his body and cooed, and the bright and just sunlight shone through the gaps in the straw and shone on the person, making the whole person warm.

But the young man felt as cold as falling into an ice cellar all over his body when he was in it.

He can't see anything.

Wen Nuan was isolated in a black square cage, and he sat in a daze in the cage, desperately recalling the only color that appeared in his life that he saw that day.

It's just...the color that promised to take him home, now...is gone...

(End of this chapter)