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"Is this the little blind man's younger sister?"

Lou Hua glanced at Qin Dongyi beside him.

When he saw Liaoyang at the Jade Bone Sect before, the little girl was always wearing a mask.Later, in the meeting hall of Qingyang Mountain, the little girl was far away from him, and her hair was disheveled. Lou Hua still couldn't see what she looked like.

Finally saw it now.

Just as he imagined, it looked lively and beautiful.

Over there, Zhou Yewang looked up at Liaoyang foolishly for a long time before realizing that it seemed impolite for him to do so, so he lowered his eyes and dared not look at her again, and stepped back a few steps, and hurriedly saluted Liaoyang:

"I'm sorry, sorry, I was rude, girl."

Seeing his dumbfounded look, Liaoyang laughed out loud.

She jumped down from the tree, and a silver jewelry made a crisp sound with her movements.

Liaoyang didn't care about Zhou Yewang's words, but raised his chin and asked him:

"Hey, you haven't told me your name yet."

Zhou Yewang was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that he lowered his head and announced his name:

"Zhou...Zhou Yewang."

Liaoyang gave him a big smile.

Actually, she knew his name.

She also knew that Zhou Yewang was a poor scholar without father or mother in Chang'an city. He just studied every day and his dream was to become an official in the imperial city and serve the country with his own strength.

Liaoyang knew him a long time ago, and understood him best, but she didn't tell him anything.

Who let this guy hang himself on the branch for so long.

She just wants to have fun with him!

Liaoyang always knew that Zhou Yewang was a simple and stupid bookworm.He is very kind, so when Liaoyang said that her family was ruined, she was lonely and had nowhere to go and shed two tears, Zhou Yewang really let her stay at home.

Although it's not polite for a single man and a widow to live in the same room, Liaoyang doesn't mind it, and Zhou Yewang can't help it either.

Every night, when Liaoyang was sleeping on the bed, Zhou Yewang would make a bed on the floor in another corner of the room, and the two of them were separated by a screen that Zhou Yewang made temporarily.

And just like that, a boy's story becomes a boy and a girl's story.Liaoyang never said that she wanted to leave, and Zhou Yewang had long been used to her presence.

When two people are together, there are times when life can't go on.Zhou Yewang usually can only earn some money by writing letters for others to make ends meet. Now that there is one more person in the family, life is obviously more tight.

Liaoyang is a monster, so she doesn't need to eat in the first place, but Zhou Yewang doesn't know this, every time he sees Liaoyang not eating properly, he always thinks she is foolishly saving money for himself, so every time he teaches the little girl a lesson. After a while, I felt relieved after watching her obediently finish eating.

Liaoyang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and wanted to buy all the silver hairpin Buyao on his head to pay back the money to Zhou Yewang, but the little nerd refused.In the end, Liaoyang had no choice but to support himself and learn some needlework from the embroiderer in the city.

But it was probably because her hands were too clumsy, and she couldn't learn how to thread a needle so simply, and even stabbed herself with wounds all over her hands.

In the end, this small family relied on Zhou Yewang to support everything. Although they always had one meal and one meal, the days were still quite warm.

Until one day, a grand event was held in Chang'an City.

Zhou Yewang heard from his neighbors that His Majesty the Emperor had invited a new national teacher from afar.The national teacher is a fairy, and he can fly around, which is very powerful.And in order to welcome this national teacher, His Majesty the Emperor will give him a royal chariot to circle Chang'an City for three weeks to be worshiped by all people.

Liaoyang, who has always been lively, will naturally not miss such a lively day.

Therefore, she took Zhou Yewang to the main street of Chang'an City early in the morning, hoping to pick the best seat and see the emperor's grand sedan chair.

When they arrived, although the new national teacher hadn't arrived yet, there were already many people around the street, and there were still candies thrown by dignitaries on the ground to welcome the atmosphere.

Liaoyang picked up a few candies from the ground and was about to distribute them to Zhou Yewang, but saw Zhou Yewang in the distance, chatting with a middle-aged man beside him.

Liaoyang recognized that person, he was Zhou Yewang's husband, he was very nice, he didn't take Zhou Yewang's money, and he always took him to learn.

They were far away from Liaoyang, and they were talking quietly outside the crowd, but Liaoyang could still hear them clearly.

She heard Zhou Yewang tentatively asking:

"Sir, this national teacher..."

"It's just a demon way of bewitching people's hearts."

Mr. snorted coldly:

"This person's tricks are not right, just watch the excitement. Xiao Wang, you have to remember that governing a country depends on the monarch's own talent and wisdom of knowing people, not by so-called magic to mess people up."

Liaoyang didn't understand Mr.'s words.

But she came to a conclusion: the national teacher is a bad person.

She also heard the name of the national teacher:

"Ningsang"

That day, the emperor's big sedan chair was indeed magnificent, but Liaoyang was a little absent-minded.

For some reason, she always felt uneasy.

With the sound of gongs and drums and laughter everywhere, Liaoyang sighed and hooked Zhou Yewang's sleeve lightly with his fingers:

"Zhou Zhou, let's go back."

Zhou Yewang didn't like this kind of excitement in the first place, his whole heart was in his books, and when he went out to play, he was always with Liaoyang. Now that Liaoyang wanted to go home, he naturally had no objection.

He turned around and squeezed out of the crowd, instructing Liaoyang to pull up his sleeves.

But at that moment, he noticed that the movements of the people around him seemed a little stiff.

At that time, it happened that Ningsang Guoshi's sedan chair had reached the third circle.

The sky is filled with festive colored paper streamers and candy beans. Four white horses pull a golden chariot passing by. Both sides of the chariot are luxuriously dressed guards and maids. The battle is as big as when the emperor travels.

Amidst the sound of gongs and drums, Zhou Yewang looked back at Liaoyang.

He noticed that Liaoyang's face didn't look very good, she stared straight at a certain direction, and took half a step back as if afraid.

Zhou Yewang followed her gaze and looked over.

On the opposite side was Ningsang Guoshi sitting in the sedan chair with cold eyes.

Zhou Yewang suddenly had a bad feeling.

He didn't say anything, just took Liaoyang's hand and dragged him out of the crowd.

After returning home, Zhou Yewang didn't ask anything, just prepared meals for Liaoyang as usual.

When eating, Liaoyang was also a little absent-minded.

She took a bite of the cornbread in her hand and asked:

"Zhou Zhou, have you heard the story of the snail girl?"

"Huh?" Zhou Yewang was stunned for a moment, then nodded:

"It is said that there was a boy in a coastal fishing village. He was lonely and helpless. One day he picked up a snail, but he didn't expect the snail to be a fairy?"

"That's it." Liaoyang hesitated to speak, and put down the bun in his hand:

"Would you believe me if I said, I'm a good friend of Miss Tianluo and I'm Girl Zhiyuan?"

As he said that, Liaoyang felt that the comparison was really tragic, and even his tone became aggrieved:

"I'm not as useful as the snail girl. I don't know how to do housework. I always make a mess with my clumsy hands. Not only can I not cook, but I also eat your food for nothing. I can't make money and always give you trouble..."

As he spoke, Liaoyang's tears welled up in his eyes.

She sniffed and asked:

"So, if I die one day, you shouldn't be sad."

After hearing the first half, Zhou Yewang also listened to music.

But when Liaoyang said this sentence, his expression became serious.

He hurriedly got up from the chair, squatted down beside Liaoyang, looked up at him and asked:

"What's wrong? Why did you say that suddenly?"

"Zhou Yewang..."

Hearing Zhou Yewang's question, Liaoyang seemed to finally be unable to bear it, and burst into tears:

"I'm a monster. Today, Ningsang Guoshi is here to kill me. I can feel it!"

The little girl cried very sadly.

What she said was both a monster and a national teacher, someone else would probably not believe it, and only a simple-minded fool like Zhou Yewang would believe it.

Zhou Yewang didn't even have a question.

He thought for a moment, and then said:

"Then shall we go?"

Hearing this, Liaoyang even forgot to cry.

She sniffed and stared blankly at Zhou Yewang:

"What did you say?"

Zhou Yewang wiped her tears with his sleeve:

"I said, let's go. Someone in Chang'an wants to kill you, so let's go to a place where no one wants to kill you."

Liaoyang nodded, then shook his head again:

"No. We are leaving. What about your exam? You have been preparing for a long time, haven't you? You want to be a high official and help the emperor govern the country."

"Those are not important." Zhou Yewang said:

"I already regard you as a family member. Those things are not as important as you."

With these words, Liaoyang doesn't worry about what's there and what's not.

The teenagers and girls who had been living together for two years packed up the things in their small house and embarked on a journey of nowhere at night.

But everything didn't go as smoothly as they expected.

They escaped from the city gate overnight, but they were stopped by a person in the outskirts of Chang'an before they had gone far.

The man was dressed in a foreign country, his long hair was braided and hung behind his back, and he had a mustache on his face. He didn't look like a kind person.

It was the Ningsang national teacher who was in the golden sedan chair this morning.

Ning Sang's eyes were glued to Liao Yang's body, he chuckled lightly:

"That's right, you know I'm going to kill you, and you run pretty fast, but unfortunately, it's all useless."

Liaoyang was a little scared, she grabbed Zhou Yewang's sleeve tightly.

Zhou Yewang took a step to the side and stood in front of Liaoyang.

"Boy, this matter has nothing to do with you, go away."

Ning Sang waved his fingers at him, but Zhou Yewang didn't take even half a step back.

He just said:

"She is my sister, if you want to hurt her, kill me first!"

"Sister?" Ning Sang seemed to have heard something funny:

"How did a broken paper kite who stole other people's things to become a demon become your sister?"

"Who stole it!" Liaoyang dissatisfied:

"That's obviously...it came to me by itself."

It is really unusual to burn a duck and turn it into a demon.

She was originally a paper kite with no aura, even if she hung on a tree branch for a lifetime, she would not be able to turn into a demon.But just after the huge fluctuation of spiritual power two years ago, a stream of silver light penetrated into her body, bringing her a lot of powerful spiritual power, which made her enough to transform into a human form.

She could also feel that the thing in her body was somehow connected with Ning Sang in front of her.

Her cultivation level is not enough, but it is certain that Ning Sang is also a monster.

And after she finished speaking, Ning Sang seemed unwilling to talk nonsense with her anymore, and raised his hand to gather his spiritual power to attack them.

For him, crushing the two children in front of him is as easy as crushing two ants.

A huge sense of oppression came over, making Liaoyang almost unable to breathe.

But at that moment, she felt a person hugging herself tightly.

That little nerd who can only read, used his own body to try to help Liaoyang block the blow of the big monster.

Liaoyang is a little girl who loves to cry.

She was going to cry again.

She closed her eyes and didn't dare to look. She only heard the sound of spiritual energy colliding. After a while, she found her own voice, and tears fell down:

"Zhou Ye Wang woo woo woo...don't die!!!"

She was spitting out words that she didn't know what they were, and she was overwhelmed by great sadness. It wasn't until a moment later that she heard someone whispering in a low voice:

"Ah, don't cry yet, I'm not dead yet, we were saved by kind people."

Hearing Zhou Yewang's voice, Liaoyang froze for a moment.

She tentatively opened her eyes, and the moment she saw Zhou Yewang, she realized that this was not a hallucination.

She wiped away her tears, and subconsciously glanced in Ning Sang's direction, but she didn't see the mustache, but a piece of plain white clothes.

Liaoyang was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyes and continued to look up.

At that time, there was a full moon hanging at night, and the man stood under the moonlight, his whole body reflecting the light, like a god.

His long hair was loosely tied with a red rope, and when a gust of wind blew occasionally, the red rope and black hair mixed with the white clothes, looked more beautiful than a fairy.

Liaoyang also saw that he had a pair of gentle deer eyes, the pupils were an unusual dark red, and he was smiling at her.

He looked very gentle, but what he said had nothing to do with this word.

He raised his tone lightly, somewhat mockingly:

"Girl, don't cry."

"Why are you screaming like a crow, it's annoying."