What's wrong with my mother adding special effects to my wife?

Xu Chuilu was so angry by Xiao Fangdao that he breathed out deeply, which made the candle flame flicker.

——It’s a little obvious, and I have to say something to cover it up.

"Where did the suzerain go these days?"

"You really want to know?"

As soon as she asked, she regretted it.

What's going on, she actually asked the suzerain's whereabouts so confidently?It's too presumptuous.

"Also...you don't have to know."

Xiao Fangdao put down the teacup: "Before the journey, I cut off some bad seedlings, so as not to regenerate branches."

"what."

"If you want to talk about it in detail, I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep tonight."

Xu Chuilu's throat rolled, um, it must be some kind of bloody murder, arson, and it really shouldn't be asked.

"Don't you ask me why I took you to Chillon?"

What is there to ask?She is now a pendant at the mercy of others, and there is no reason to leave with Xiao Fangdao.Even if the other party said that she probably couldn't understand it, it must involve such messy settings as Wu Que Pu, major forces in the world, and the struggle between good and evil. She, an outsider, would not be able to understand it for a while, and it would only increase the annoyance. .

So she shook her head honestly.

Xiao Fangdao was slightly dissatisfied, and asked again: "Do you want to stay or follow me?"

The difference is not huge.

But can't say that.

"Come with you."

She frowned: "Lying again."

"?"

This is not lying, it can only be regarded as the art of speaking.

"I have long been a homeless person. It doesn't matter where I go. According to the current situation, of course it is safer to follow the suzerain."

She perfected her own art, and Xiao Fangdao's displeasure was indeed reduced a bit.

"If you asked for peace, you shouldn't have come to the Unfeeling Sect at that time."

This is beyond her control. If she had known that she would wear it into the painting after death, she would have chosen to continue to paint her picture of a soft girl in a charming house in Xiaojingbie. Maybe the beauty is already in the drunk hotel.

I can't think about it, the more I think about it, the more I lose.

Seeing that she really showed some regret, Xiao Fangdao's face suddenly darkened: "You still have time to leave now."

Xu Chuilu shook her head quickly: "I won't go!"

"I won't kill you."

"That's not going either."

Not killing is not killing, but it can break legs.

She already knew the secret that Xiao Fangdao would not be innocent, and there must be only two ways to be silenced or used to save her life.She does not reject being used, she is more afraid of unreasonable love and hate than purposeful approach.

Xiao Fangdao's temper is not very good, but she is definitely not the type to act on her own will. Her various actions are within the range that she can understand...or tolerate. The knife is totally easy to get along with.

Of course, there is also a certain reason why her own "ability" is irreplaceable for her.

Xu Chuilu can always find many reasons for her inaction.

"Okay, go to sleep."

Xiao Fangdao responded very simply.

"Well, the suzerain also rested earlier."

A very unnutritious conversation is over.

After Xiao Fangdao left, Xu Chuilu cut off a section of candle wick to keep the room bright, then searched for a piece of furoshiki and started to pack.

Her material life is relatively poor. After all, she is dependent on others, and her food and clothing are as simple as possible. Except for some personal items, she actually has nothing to carry. Some are always good.It is now the end of October, and the martial arts conference is still more than two months away. She will spend a cold winter on the journey, and Xiyong is in the north of Youhuang Mountain, so keeping warm is the top priority.

【Well, wouldn't it be too exaggerated to bring a quilt, but what if the bedding in the inn is not warm? 】

[Is the host asking for my opinion? ]

[If you are willing to respond to my complaints, that's it. 】

[Your upper limit of physical strength is close to that of a strong adult, and the warmth brought by a quilt is of limited benefit to you, but carrying this thing may satisfy your mind. ]

[Don't talk nonsense, I don't choose a bed. 】

[I mean your attachment to this room. ]

【...Hiss, make it sound like this is my second hometown. 】

Xu Cuilu found that Chaolu really liked to exaggerate her emotions, which is indeed a system that originated from the grudges and dead souls of those sour literati.

[Well, I think you're having a good time here, but I still hope you're motivated to complete your mission. ]

[I'm very positive, but the nature of fire is too dangerous, and the conditions in Youhuang Mountain are not suitable for extracting fire, do you understand? 】

Setting fire to the mountain, sitting in prison, how dare she set fire casually.

What's more, she couldn't even beat flint to burn at the beginning. During this period of time, she froze in front of the candle every night, but she got nothing but a puddle of candle tears, which is enough to show that she has nothing to do with fire.

It can be seen that the right time, place and people are indispensable for extracting new quality, and it is useless to force it.

[OK, I trust your planning skills.What else can I do for you? ]

[That noun is not useful for me yet, save it for me first, the task reward will not expire, right? 】

[No, you can call anytime. ]

[Then wake me up early tomorrow. 】

She thinks that the most useful function of Morning Dew is actually an alarm clock, because even if she resists to cover her ears, its sound can reach directly into her skull, quickly destroying her dreams and drowsiness.

[Good night, host. ]

The tents are lit and the lights are off, so I can sleep well all night.

……

Xu Chuilu thought that there should be at least a farewell banquet for this farewell farewell, and two glasses of farewell wine at the worst, but the chicness of the Jianghu people obviously exceeded her imagination. In front of the mountain gate, walk with only silent gaze.

This caravan is extremely ostentatious.

Xiao Fangdao took all four luxury carriages made of jade flower horses, one for carrying luggage, one for storing goods, and the remaining two for transportation.

Xu Chuilu, Xiao Fangdao, Shui Lian, and Xuanjian all rode in one car, the car was large enough to hold more than ten people, and the four of them could lie on their backs without rubbing shoulders.

Since they chose to travel in such an eye-catching way, several people had to disguise themselves. They pretended to go to Xiyong to join a distant relative's merchant's house. The family members were as follows: a cruel eldest sister, a weak second sister, a A refined and tactful third brother, and a smart and lovely younger sister.The four are brothers and sisters of the same mother. They were born in a wealthy businessman. Because their father died unexpectedly, their mother was framed and killed by relatives who coveted the family wealth. Avenging grievances.

According to their personalities, Shui Lian compiled corresponding encounters and life experiences, with rich content, real details and vivid plots.

It's as if he's talking about his own experience.

Xu Chuilu couldn't help but speculate.

Shui Lian broke her imagination with words: "I worked as a part-time worker in Goulan Washe. I heard many such stories. Among them, there are only a few who made it to the hometown. Living in a brothel."

Xu Chuilu frowned: "Is the current world in chaos?"

Shui Lian replied flatly: "That's not necessarily the case, maybe it just happens that the place I live in is chaotic."

She was silent for a moment.

Fengfu and Xiao Fangdao used to be disciples of Mingliguan, but Shuilian was not. She didn't know where he was born or what his experience was. She could only speculate from these words that he lived in poverty and misery when he was young. It must not be easy for Xiao Fangdao to acquire this kind of martial arts.His prudence and scheming made it necessary for the city to exist.

"Do you remember?" Xiao Fangdao asked.

"Remember... almost." Modesty is a virtue.

"If you can't remember, just pretend to be dumb." She glanced at her, "Anyway, you are a patient, just cough twice without opening your mouth."

"..."

Row.

The three warriors were meditating on the carriage to adjust their breathing. The atmosphere was quiet. Xu Chuilu had nothing to do, so she could only close her eyes and rest, but she had no training and lacked concentration. After closing her eyes for a while, she opened her eyes and leaned on the window Looking outside, the wild scenery is beautiful, but the eyes will be dry and hurt by the wind after looking at it for a long time, so it is not suitable for long-term vision.

She withdrew her gaze and took out the pen and ink from the bag.

After coming here, she has always planned to practice soft pens, but the days in Xianheju are too leisurely, this idea has been shelved, but now it is very suitable for killing time.

The tip of the pen was dipped in thick ink, she used her inner strength to stabilize her balance, and dropped a few lines of poetry on the paper.

——The blue sky, the yellow leaves, the autumn colors are rolling, and the cold smoke is emerald on the waves.

Her handwriting can't be considered ugly, but she hasn't practiced it for a long time, and it's as stiff as a child holding a pen for the first time.And staring at these familiar images, she inexplicably thought of Xiao Fangdao's brutal teaching method of dismantling poems that day, so she couldn't help but look up at her.

Then the pen started fishing uncontrollably.

The brush strokes of Zihao Xiaokai are slender, and the lines are smooth and smooth, and three circles are drawn in two or three strokes.

It is rare for these three people to close their eyes and meditate together, and it is worth taking a pen to record. Xu Chuilu drew three Q-version villains arranged in sequence, large, medium and small, with uniform expressions and uniform sitting postures. There are different.

Coupled with the extremely naive poem written by her, it is quite humorous.

Then an afterimage of a long sleeve flashed in front of her eyes, and the rice paper fell into the hands of the person opposite.

Xiao Fang held the paper and looked at it twice, then returned it to Xu Chuilu's lap.

Continue to close your eyes, as if not moving.

"?"

Xu Chuilu was shocked by this blatant peeping.

But the same act of peeking happened twice again, and the three of them actually tacitly read her masterpieces one by one, put them back in their original places, and pretended nothing happened.

No... Wait, this is not a tacit agreement, it's like an agreement at all.

Xu Chuilu thought of something.

It's obviously a carriage of four people, so they wouldn't use sound transmission to drive a small group of three behind her back, right?

is it necessary?Can you understand advanced modern art?