Fantasy: I Mistaken The Protagonist And Villain At The Beginning

Qingcheng.

In the second half of the night, Qingcheng was noisier than before. The streets were full of lights, and pedestrians came and went, noisy and prosperous.

Song Hongli was taking care of Su Zhaoxue this afternoon.

He didn't want to come out tonight, just stay home and cultivate.

But Su Zhaoxue was so busy that she couldn't stay in the house, she said she was going out to play, and quarreled with Song Hongli all afternoon.

He didn't agree at first, but maybe he couldn't bear the suffering of his own disciple before, so he became a little soft-hearted.

Well, let's take her out tonight to see.

Qingcheng is lit up like daytime, and the shops on both sides of Qingshiban Avenue are almost open, and there are many hawkers setting up stalls along the street.

The clamor of hawking is endless, and pedestrians come and go in an endless stream.

Because there is a lantern festival at night, the streets are naturally much more lively than usual.

The night is shrouded, the moon is shrouded in the earth, and the lanterns of various colors are hung high on the street, one after another.

Illuminated the bluestone road, illuminated the crowd, and illuminated the entire street.

The hawkers chatted with the guests with smiles on their faces, and the clamor was incessant, and the women with heavy make-up flirted with the men.

Even the children lingered in front of the stalls selling gadgets, begging their mothers to play tricks.

The women talked about the shortness of the parents together, and carried baskets to buy vegetables and fabrics, and some poor women had to bargain with the hawker.

The men are mostly in groups of three or five, calling each other brothers and talking about the affairs of the state and the family.

There were some drunk guests in the restaurant's box, their heads out the window and shouting loudly.

If you are a scholar, you will recite the verses written by yourself or others aloud.

Occasionally, there were sedan chairs passing through the street, and everyone gave way, pointing and saying something.

All the voices are intertwined and mixed, but people can't hear it clearly, just feel the atmosphere of prosperity.

This scene was full of joy, and Su Zhaoxue was also in it. The master was still hugging him warmly, and he just felt very comfortable.

Song Hongli was walking in the crowd with Su Zhaoxue in his arms, looking curiously at the various lamps and small objects around him.

As a person who has passed through, Song Hongli is the first time to see the lantern festival, and he has never seen it before.

The disciples of Xuanlingzong stayed on the mountain all the year round, and it was not easy to come down once. Mu Yanwan waved her hand and let them go for a walk by themselves.

A group of people complied in a proper manner, and then ran away without a trace.

Mu Xi had a pure and good temperament and did not leave, but followed Mu Yanwan honestly, shouting from the teacher to the teacher, full of compliments.

Mu Yanwan just ate this set, and when she was happy, she bought something for this little disciple, spending money like running water.

Su Zhaoxue was greedy and couldn't hold back when she smelled the aroma of the food. She was even more jealous when she saw other people's masters buy food for her disciples.

Hot pot chicken soup, sizzling oily noodles, soft steamed pork, roast duck, roast goose, preserved meat, steamed buns...

It can be said that it has everything, it is simply fascinating to the taste buds.

She moved around in Song Hongli's arms, and finally put her paw on the other's shoulder, rubbed her face against the man's chin obediently, and whispered, "Master, I want to eat that... "

Song Hongli's eyes turned, it turned out that Su Zhaoxue was referring to the soft and sweet rice cakes, three of which could be bought for one penny.

Before, he was still half-dead, only hanging in one breath, but now it's the same as nothing, and it's amazing.

"Your current illness is just right, these things are unhealthy and not suitable for eating them. I will have the opportunity to buy them for you in the future."

Song Hongli said lightly.

On the other side, Su Zhaoxue acted as if she hadn't heard it, and continued to rub against her cheeks, "Zhaoxue just wants to eat, buy, buy..."

Song Hongli had warned Su Zhaoxue that her demon power had not recovered and she could not transform for the time being, and she also told him not to speak in front of other people, so as not to frighten them.

But Su Zhaoxue agreed very quickly, and forgot all about it for the sake of eating in one bite.

"Master is also for your own good, if you don't buy it, you don't buy it."

Song Hongli let her make trouble and has made up his mind.

Su Zhaoxue refused to obey, but she was not too presumptuous.

She didn't really bite, she just pretended, she was a little unreasonable, biting and biting and suddenly licking Song Hongli's fingertips.

The sudden warm touch made Song Hongli stunned, and then he shrunk his thin white fingers without a trace.

White-haired dumplings are totally rude and play with their fingers.

"Hey........"

Song Hongli sighed, and finally bought a penny of rice cakes, and Su Zhaoxue settled down.