On how to turn a kind protagonist into a black lotus

"I always think that woman is weird." Chu Qingming flapped his wings and looked around, "This village is so poor, I don't want it to be a place with such good porcelain vases! And the way she looks at you..."

"It's really strange. We'll leave tonight." Bai Zhaojun said.

"But is your leg okay?" Chu Qingming took a look at his wound. Although the bleeding had stopped, what if the wound opened again when he left?

"It's okay." Bai Zhaojun shook his head.

Chu Qingming wanted to say something, but when he heard the door open, he quickly hid in Bai Zhaojun's arms.

"How's your leg?" Wan Niang pushed the door open, glanced around casually, she was still holding a bowl with two steamed buns in it.

"You must have been hungry after walking for so long, and your family is poor, so please don't be offended by the only treats you get from these coarse foods."

"Thank you." Bai Zhaojun took the steamed bun, "The injury on the leg has healed up a lot, what kind of herb is it made of?"

"My husband made this from animal bones hunted in the mountains and some herbs. Herbs are easy to find, but animal bones are not easy to come by. It's getting late, you should rest here tonight, I'm leaving first." Wan Wan After the mother finished speaking, she turned and left.

"It scared me to death." Chu Qingming poked his head out, and after making sure that Wanniang had left, he flew out of Bai Zhaojun's arms, stood on the table, looked at the two steamed buns, "I'll try to see if it's poisonous." Then, he took a bite.

"What are you doing!" Bai Zhaojun roared suddenly, "Spit it out."

"Why so fierce?" Chu Qingming felt aggrieved, "I just want to test whether it is poisonous or not."

"Who asked you to test the poison, what should you do if you really have a problem?" Seeing his appearance, Bai Zhaojun felt extremely depressed.

"I won't be poisoned. I'm not from this world. These poisons are useless to me." Chu Qingming explained thinking that the little protagonist cared about him.

"That's not possible either."

"Hmph!" Chu Qingming turned around, "I really don't know good people."

Bai Zhaojun didn't speak any more, just stretched out his hand to touch the sparrow's soft feathers, Chu Qingming was very angry!So he pecked that person back and felt better.

He finally exerted his strength resolutely, so the peck on Bai Zhaojun's hand didn't hurt, but itched.

The corners of Bai Zhaojun's mouth curled up slightly, his eyes inadvertently revealed a bit of warmth, he continued to follow the feathers of the little sparrow, so that the stingy temper would disappear quickly.

When the night was getting dark and the candles in the surrounding houses were gradually extinguished, Chu Qingming flew out first to check the situation.

"No one, let's go!"

Bai Zhaojun put the little sparrow in his arms, opened the door quietly, and continued to walk along the stream in the night.

There is not a single star in the sky, only a tiny shadow of the moon casts a faint light, and the surrounding scene is hazy and unreal.

Bai Zhaojun can only judge the direction by the faint moonlight and the sound of the stream.

Not long after walking, Bai Zhaojun suddenly stopped.

"What's the matter?" Little Sparrow poked his head out of his arms, and saw a small village in front of him, with only a dozen families, and the appearance of the village was impressively the place where they temporarily lived this morning.

At this moment, there are many people holding torches standing at the gate of the village, some men and some women, and the one standing at the very front is Wan Niang.

Wan Niang's smile is still the same as in the daytime, but her eyes are more cold under the black secret, "Your leg is injured, where do you want to go?"