Granny Meng gave her a bowl of soup

"Ahhhh-"

Qin Xiao spent a miserable morning. As the 170th generation descendant of her family, she was bullied by a teacher who seemed to be weak in writing.If it gets out, she will definitely be scolded to death by the elders in the family.

She held her thumb, shivering in the corner, looking pitifully at Teacher Song who was not far away, who was carefully putting the blood drops into the small bottle like a treasure.

Song Wanyue looked at the drop of blood, and couldn't help asking: "Is there any user guide?"

She turned her head quickly. Since the previous blood didn't work, it's very likely that it happened because of some taboo.

This time, she had better ask clearly.

Qin Xiao: ...

Pooh.

Do you really think she is a sick cat?She won't tell anyone casually.

Song Wanyue sighed faintly: "What if it fails again?" As she spoke, she picked up her silver needle, and under the sunlight, the needle shone with eerie white light.

Qin Xiaoqi and Ai Ai shrank her head, "I just can't meet the blood of people of the same clan, it will be strongly offset."

Song Wanyue nodded, she inexplicably remembered the blood oozing from the corner of Xu Ruying's lips yesterday, she wondered if it was related to that.

That touch of red was the only impression left in her mind at the end.

"Let's go."

Song Wanyue picked up the hug, looked at Qin Xiao with a smile, Qin Xiao shrank his head: "What are you doing?"

"My sister will take you to eat delicious food."

They have taken other people's blood, and it is not good for Ms. Song not to express her gratitude.

Finally, I still have a conscience.

Qin Xiao was taken to a very tall guild hall, which was a kind of building with a Chinese style, red cinnabar red pillars, a gold plaque, and nine domineering golden dragons carved on the wall above his head.

While eating under the stage, people on the stage played classical music such as erhu, pipa, and guzheng.

Song Wanyue proudly ordered a table for Comrade Xiao Qin, such as nourishing qi and nourishing blood soup, pork liver porridge, lotus root meat cake, ginseng chicken in casserole, codonopsis pigeon...

Qin Xiao looked around, hey, not bad, all of them are blood enriching.

"Eat."

Song Wanyue's smile was gentle, she saw Qin Xiao's nervousness, reached out her hand, and stroked her hair: "Don't worry, it's not for feeding you well and bleeding."

Qin Xiao: ...

Could it be that this sister has the ability to read minds?

When I was looking at the menu just now, Qin Xiao saw the price, it was so expensive that it made people speechless. ?”

Song Wanyue didn't eat much, she just took a few mouthfuls of food, "It's not that I'm rich, it's that she is rich."

Oh.

Qin Xiao seemed to understand something. She saw that Song Wanyue had a poor appetite. She looked completely different from the gluttony who ate barbecue last night. She thought that she had mentioned his sadness again, so she made Song Wanyue lose her appetite. She felt a little guilty. She picked it up. The serving chopsticks held a piece of tender pigeon for Song Wanyue: "Sister, this is delicious."

Qin Xiao's dark eyes were full of sincerity, Song Wanyue stared at her for a while, then smiled, that smile was sweet, like a gust of wind blowing into Qin Xiao's heart.

When Qin Xiao was being fascinated, Song Wanyue suddenly clasped her hands together: "After seeing you yesterday, I realized that there are indeed alien dimensions in this world, so I am going to eat vegetarian food and pray for blessings." After she finished speaking, she glanced at Qin Xiao. Xiao: "Don't you, the 170th generation descendant, need to be vegetarian?"

Qin Xiao: ……………

After being silent for a long time, Qin Xiao withdrew his hand: "It's hard for me to come to the world, of course I want to enjoy the delicious food in the world, hum, pray?"

She saw that Song Wanyue had everything.

Judging from her standards, people want to have good looks and a good figure, and today she saw Teacher Song's rich and powerful side, isn't this what the world calls the ultimate in the world?What else do you want to pray for?

Song Wanyue took a sip of weak tea, smiled slightly, and did not explain.

a long time ago.

When Ming Yu was around, she tried every means to get her to eat some vegetables and eat less spicy food.

But in Song Wanyue's view, it would be better to kill her directly, there is nothing more difficult than that.

But now.

Only then did she realize that losing Ming Yu was the most difficult thing with her.

Who are you praying for?

for her.

What are you praying for?

If she really wants to separate... In the next life, she hopes that her Mingyu will be free from disasters and troubles, and her life will be safe.

******

On the way back, Wan Yue bought some supplements for Qin Xiao, which made Xiao Qin feel a little embarrassed.She could see that Sister Wanyue was not as indifferent as she appeared when she used her blood, but she was actually very remorseful in her heart.

"Sister, you must cherish this drop of blood when you go back this time, and use it after observing it. If it is really as you guessed, the problem is caused by Mr. Xu's blood, you should try to check her whole body to ensure that there is no damage. The place."

Comrade Xiao Qin still looked decent when he mentioned these things, Song Wanyue listened carefully, "Check the whole body?"

Xiao Qin nodded. Although he didn't want to admit it, he couldn't deny it: "What I told you before is a strong offset...Actually, in fact, I..."

Seeing her tangled look, Song Wanyue understood, her eyes were clear: "The other party is much better than you, right?"

Also strange.

She had heard Ming Yu talk about Mr. Xu so many times before, but she had never actually met him.

But from the performances of Xiao He and Lawyer Zhao, she can also imagine how strong her aura should be before.

In fact, Qin Xiao smelled the breath of her ancestors from the first time she saw Xu Ruying. Although it was hidden under her human soul, it was still so powerful that people could not ignore it.

She was so frightened that her heart and liver were trembling. In desperation, she quickly pointed to the girl in white next to her to relieve her tension, and she was almost recognized as a magic stick.

The lineage of their family is quite special. It is said that she is the 170th generation descendant. It is not in the traditional sense that various sects have been passed down to countless people, and 170 people have been passed down to her, but from the beginning to the end, There are three outliers in their tribe.

One is the ancient ancestor... one is the one behind Mr. Xu, and the other is her.

Three out of the 170 generation.

So Qin Xiao is not a magic stick, he is the successor of the serious eight books.

Perhaps because of her identity since she was a child, the elders in the family who knew this secret guarded her like a golden bump. Before that, she had never left her hometown. She lived under the eyes of countless eyes since she was a child, and her daily life and food were arranged in an orderly manner.

To others, or someone born with a golden key in his mouth, to her, Qin Xiao thinks he is more like a canary trapped in a cage.

She is simple and terrifying, but also immature and terrifying.

After she came out, she has always been considered "abnormal" by the world. It is better to say that she is crazy, intelligent and incompetent. Most people say behind her back that she is crazy, and Qin Xiao knows it.

She was born with the ability to sense people's aura.

When she saw Song Wanyue, she was like someone who had been walking in the dark for a long time, and suddenly saw a touch of pure white brightness.

She smiled at her and asked her to call her sister, that pure and beautiful smile made Qin Xiao's heart tremble, otherwise with her ability, no one could take away a drop of her blood.

"Be a little bit stronger."

Qin Xiao saw that Song Wanyue had returned to the stupidity before, she scratched her head and smiled: "But I believe that the waves behind the Yangtze River will push the waves ahead. In the future, I will become the boss of our family, NO.1!"

"Will do."

Song Wanyue's sincere and bright smile made Qin Xiao feel a little dazed. She quickly turned her head away, blushing a little: "Oh, by the way, sister, there is one more thing I must tell you."

Song Wanyue looked at her, "Say it."

Qin Xiao: "In order to avoid revealing too many secrets, the ancestors of the family once told me that with my current ability, I can only take three drops of this kind of blood a year."

Song Wanyue's smile disappeared from her lips, "So..."

Qin Xiao's eyes flickered, "You wasted a drop before, and then I gave another drop to the cricket to prove my strength. Now, this drop of blood to you is the last share of this year."

Song Wanyue stiffened all over, "What if I take it again?"

Qin Xiao smiled calmly, and said in that tone of ashes flying between the masts and sculls: "I will scatter the souls of people, and the souls of the earth will fall into hell and be punished."

Song Wanyue: ……………

******

This is really baby blood.

Back home, Wan Yue wished she could offer up the vial of blood.

Huang Lan saw her come back, and asked with a smile, "Did you sleep well yesterday?"

Song Wanyue was thinking about how to carefully check the uninjured parts of Xu Ruying's body, absent-mindedly: "It's okay, I don't have any intuition later."

Huang Lan's eyes widened when she heard this, she didn't even have any intuition?Is it so powerful?

"Then... do you need me to disappear tonight?"

Huang Lan asked tentatively, Song Wanyue hesitated for a moment, she turned her head to look at Huang Lan, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Auntie, what are you thinking?"

What is she thinking?

What could she, a simple rural old lady, think?

No matter what Wan Yue explained, Huang Lan didn't really believe it. She insisted on hanging out with the old sisters who were in the three-day pure play and no shopping tour group that she decided to hold privately today.

Song Wanyue blocked it for a long time, but Huang Lan directly pulled out the suitcase she had packed, "Hey, Wanyue, take a good rest at home, and don't chase me so closely, I can't breathe because of the pressure .”

Song Wanyue was silent for a while, and she looked at Huang Lan sincerely with her dark eyes, "Auntie promise me, will you watch Qiong Yao dramas less in the future?"

Huang Lan: ...

It's really not her own filter.

Huang Lan discovered that her family Wanyue was really clever and wise, which is rare in this world.

Of course, her old lady is not vegetarian either.

Before leaving, Huang Lan knocked on Xu Ruying's door, and Xu Ruying was taken aback when she opened the door.

The well-behaved old lady who used to love black is now wearing a whole body of powder. From a distance, those who don't know it think a water radish is standing at the door of her house.

Huang Lan: "Xiao Xu, Auntie will go out with the group for a few days. In order to avoid these three days, Wan Yue practiced cooking at home and burned my pot. Can you go and watch her?"

Xu Ruying stared at her body and smiled slightly: "It's okay, Auntie, you go out to play as soon as possible, and I'll buy it for you after it burns out."

Huang Lan: ...

This kid is really not cute at all now.

"I see that the weather forecast will rain heavily tonight. Wan Yue is very afraid of thunder. You are kind enough to go and accompany her? Auntie is worried."

Huang Lan smiled gently, and her tone was full of sincerity.

Xu Ruying was silent for a while.

Is Wan Yue afraid of thunder?Don't the old ladies now write drafts when they lie?

From a certain point of view, Wanyue is more aggressive than the previous Mingyu.

Every time there is a violent storm and severe thunderstorms, and occasionally Ming Yu will be startled and frightened, every time at this time, Song Wanyue will stretch out her arms: "Come, come to me, I will protect you."

……

Xu Ruying understood something from Huang Lan's expression.

She understood that she had to go today if she wanted to go, and she had to go if she didn't.

At night.

She dawdled to knock on Wanyue's door, and knocked on the door for a long time before she heard hurried footsteps, the door was pulled open suddenly, she saw no one but a puff of smoke.

Holding a shovel, Song Wanyue hurriedly said, "You sit by yourself first, I'm cooking for you."

Cook?

There were black lines on Xu Ruying's face. She didn't even have time to change her slippers, so she hurried into the kitchen. After seeing it, she saw that the pot was on fire.

Xu Ruying: ...

She just promised Huang Lan to buy the pot.

She quickly turned on the range hood, opened the window, frowned and pushed people out: "Go out, don't you choke? How can you burn the pot now?"

Song Wanyue stood at the door aggrievedly holding a shovel, "I accidentally fell asleep."

Xu Ruying rolled up her sleeves and started to clean up the mess. She looked at the dark bottom of the pot, feeling afraid for a while, "If it doesn't work, don't cook by yourself in the future, can't you order takeaway?"

"Hey, no, I have to buy another fire alarm for you to press later."

"I've been cooking for so long, why are you still so worried? I'm here, so what if I don't?"

……

After complaining for a while, but getting no response, Xu Ruying was stunned. When the smoke cleared, she realized whether her tone was serious, and turned to look at Song Wanyue.

Song Wanyue lowered her head halfway, and she was still wearing a cute Crayon Shin-chan apron. She lowered her head and said quietly: "I just can't learn it. You need to teach me a few more times."

She doesn't want to learn.

Maybe, if she learns, she will lose her.

The anxiety in her heart made Song Wanyue break through her bottom line and do stupid things again and again.

In the past, she would never deliberately burn a pot to deceive.

In the past, she would never believe the words of a little magic stick beside her.

It was impossible for her in the past to become a fool of Song.

But she just did it.

For what?

She only hoped that her Ming Yu would not leave so soon.

She was scared, very scared, very scared.

The author has something to say: Be more enthusiastic, let the second watch go to the duck~

Put it up first, and correct the typo later.