She became the villain's little ancestor

Chapter 96 Give You Enough Time To Commit The Crime

Jiang Tong's hand, pointing to the recliner on the right, froze.

Before she had time to say it, she slept on her site without looking outside.

Jiang Tong shrugged, expressing his helplessness.

It was inconvenient for the man to stay in Jiang Tong's room, and after taking care of Xiao Mi'er to lie down, Shi Jianchuan left with a wink.

Lang Shiduo was very itchy and didn't want to leave Jiang Tong's room.

On the one hand, because Xiao Mi'er, the goddess whom he has always dreamed of, is slumped on the couch like a sick woman, and her pitiful appearance makes him want to call his heart and soul.

On the other hand, it was because of Jiang Tong.

I haven't seen her for a few days, but this girl has grown more and more fresh, with thin skin and tender flesh, and her pair of peach blossom eyes are so indifferent, but they have their own moisture. Every time he looks at him wetly, Lang Shiduo can't help but become passionate.

It's a pity that Jiang Tong made him stupid last time, otherwise he would have two goddesses now, who are both right and left, what a beautiful thing in life.

"Would you like to go outside?" Jiang Tong could guess what Lang Shiduo was thinking by looking at Lang Shiduo's expression.

"Why, I can't sit here with you? Is there someone like you who drives people away?" Lang Shiduo felt aggrieved.

"You're not welcome, I don't want you to sit with me." Jiang Tong folded his arms, speaking very sharply.

In fact, she and Lang Shiduo get along very easily, never wanting to have so many twists and turns.

"Why, what secrets are you hiding in this room?" Lang Shiduo liked to see Jiang Tong in a hurry, and he wanted to tease Jiang Tong, but he refused to leave.

Jiang Tong followed his words and joked: "Who hasn't made a little secret yet? What, you still expect me to hide erotic pictures in the house?"

Lang Shiduo was shocked by Jiang Tong's foolishness, and he was very disgusted: "You are a girl, how can you talk about such things? Wouldn't Xiao Yun beat you because of this? He has always been the strictest on you. "

When Xiao Yun was mentioned, Jiang Tong's face changed a few times, and he didn't answer any more.

How shrewd was Lang Shiduo, he raised his eyebrows and said: "Well, I won't talk about it, it's boring. If you don't welcome it, you won't welcome it. I haven't been to Zhengyang Peak much, and I just happened to go shopping today."

With that said, Lang Shiduo made a gesture and walked towards the door.

"Mi'er is temporarily entrusted to you to take care of. If something happens, I will beat you."

"Understood, don't worry." Jiang Tong didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

After Lang Shiduo left, Jiang Tong turned his head and glanced at the quiet and gentle Xiao Mi'er under the west window.

In fact, she looks very special, the first glance will make you feel like a spring breeze, five points amazing, and the remaining five points are very attractive.

She is a girl with a very good looks and temperament.

If it wasn't for many reasons, maybe she would also be willing to associate with Xiao Mi'er.

Jiang Tong curled his lips, the premise was that Xiao Mi'er let go of his calculations first.

The visitor was a guest, and Jiang Tong didn't want to fuss over such a trivial matter, so he kindly poured Xiao Mi'er a cup of hot tea and put it on the side table.

Afterwards, she was left alone to rest in the west room, and Jiang Tong went back to the dormitory to continue practicing and researching spells.

After Jiang Tong left, Xiao Mi'er lay on the couch and slowly opened his eyes.

She was indeed a little uncomfortable, but it hadn't reached this level. It's just that Lang Shiduo was there, and she had to make him feel affectionate, so she put on a little more seriousness.

Xiao Mi'er quickly looked at the layout of the room.

The west room is very simple and elegant. Aside from the architectural style of Xuanqi itself, there are many other small things added here.

For example, there are magnolia flowers carved from Hetian jade on the table, clay figurines made on the street, shark tears collected in the East China Sea, and many cute little things on the shelves.

The valuable and the worthless are all placed on the same shelf. Obviously Jiang Tong doesn't care, it's just based on whether he likes it or not.

Coupled with the beauty couch under the window and the two white peacock murals on the wall, Xiao Mi'er can imagine how chic and comfortable Jiang Tong is in his daily life.

This is just the west room.

Xiao Mi'er slowly got up and sat up.Look east along the archway.

The elegant and warm palace is full of warmth.

Only those who love life will arrange it like this.

Xiao Mi'er lowered her eyelids slowly, and tightly grasped the white fox fur mattress under her body.

Being able to have such a world under Xuanqi's rules and regulations, Jiang Tong naturally benefited from Xiao Yun's connivance and protection.

Otherwise, how could she grow up so happy and carefree.

Xiao Mi'er took a deep breath and lay down again.

She wants to be calm and calm.

Sitting at the desk in the east room, Jiang Tong bit his pen and thought about whether his dream was accurate or not, he had to test it.

It just so happened that she also had something to go out.

Thinking of this, Jiang Tong simply threw down the messy paper on the table, left the room, tiptoed across the central courtyard, and arrived at the door of Xiao Yun's room.

Jiang Tong looked around and made sure that Shi Jianchuan and Lang Shiduo were not there, so he knocked on the door.

Was it Shi Jianchuan's excuse, or did Xiao Yun really quietly leave Xuanqi again?
No one answered Jiang Tong.

Jiang Tong knocked on the door again, but there was no answer.

Good guy, based on Jiang Tong's understanding of Xiao Yun, he must not be here, otherwise, with her knocking frequency, the eldest brother will definitely scold him.

Jiang Tong pushed the door open a crack and slipped in.

As soon as he entered the door, he could smell the overwhelming and pervasive Xiao Yun's breath.

Clear and sweet, with an irresistible oppressive force.

Jiang Tong shuddered involuntarily.

After walking around twice, Xiao Yun was indeed not there.

It's meaningless for Jiang Tong to stay any longer, so he simply plans to go back to his room.

She has given Xiao Mi'er enough time, what she will do is up to her.

Just as he was about to leave, Jiang Tong suddenly caught a glimpse of something unusual on Xiao Yun's table.

Thick, five bundles of rice paper were stacked on the table to a height of half a meter, lining the entire side of the table.

If Xiao Yun was sitting behind the table at this moment, then Jiang Tong would definitely not be able to see his head.

He packs his things?
Otherwise, why so many papers were sorted out and placed on the table without being taken back.

This is not like Xiao Yun's style.

Jiang Tong walked towards the desk curiously.

Take a casual look.

shocked.

There are five whole bundles of countless papers, each of which is densely written with the Xuanqi Gate Regulations and the Mantra of Purifying the Heart.

So many bundles, so high, it is estimated that there are tens of thousands of times.

What made Jiang Tong even more suffocating was that although the handwriting was not very similar, it was eighty percent like his own.

The unoccupied room was so quiet that Jiang Tong could hear his gradually rapid breathing and the beating of his heart.

With heavy steps, Jiang Tong walked around the table slowly and stood in front of Xiao Yun's chair.

There are still papers scattered on the table.

Half of them are still transcribing the Qingxin mantra, and the other half are writing names.

Her nickname is Sui Sui.

One stroke and one stroke are Xiao Yun's handwriting, which is vigorous and powerful, and the strokes are like dragons and snakes.

But Jiang Tong could see from the sharpness of his pen that he was emotionally unstable when writing his name.

Jiang Tong slowly, slowly stretched out his right hand, and put it on one of the bundles of copied Qingxin spells.

The turbulent mood is like a rising tide, one wave is higher than the other, and it will not calm down for a long time.

Xiao Yun, when did he copy so much for himself?
Why did he do it to such an extent.

(End of this chapter)