Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 227 Doubled

Mu Xici stared at Xue Tuan for a while, then slowly fluttered his slender eyelashes: "Didn't we meet each other during the day? Why did I call you here at this time?"

Xue Tuan pretended to be stupid when he heard this, and hopped into the study room, flapping his wings and jumping onto the little girl's desk.

It stared at her with a pair of black bean-like eyes, its little head tilted and tilted: "Googoo?"

"Goo again, I'll pluck your hair and make soup?" The little girl curled her lips sullenly. It just so happened that she was very unhappy eating at the Xiao Mansion at noon. There was no oil or water left in her stomach, just enough to stew Pigeons make up.

What's more, the snow ball is rare and plump, and she has been greedy for it for a day or two.

"..." Xue Tuan obediently shut his mouth, and there seemed to be two points of grievance and accusation in his bright black eyes-it was just a weak, pitiful and innocent pigeon, and it seemed that it couldn't call out anything else except "gu" movement.

And... He also said that he was not greedy for its body, and even said the word plucking hair, is this plausible?
Goo, it knew it. When it came back to this place for the first time, it found that the eyes of the people in the yard looking at it were not normal at all.

The little girl who seemed to be the oldest was still muttering and drooling at it!

It really is a woman's mouth is a deceiving ghost, she is greedy for its fluff and flesh!

"It's useless to be wronged, hold on." Mu Xici sneered, and carefully untied the post box tied to its foot.

As usual, there were densely packed small characters on the inch-wide note. Looking at the handwriting, she couldn't help but had another headache.

Tsk, she really wanted to chop off Mo Junli's writing paw. After chopping it off, she could only write with her left hand. Maybe it would look more concise.

The little girl stared at the note with green almond eyes. If he was by her side now, she would definitely bite him twice to vent her hatred.

She puffed up her face thinking about it, but fortunately, after being tortured by this old guy's small ant characters, she really got used to his nonsense, and now she can find the important points on the paper as quickly as possible—— Don't sleep, leave the window, send the scabbard.

"Hey, the scabbard was ready so quickly? The movement is very quick." Mu Xici raised her eyebrows slightly.

She originally thought that his craftsmen would spend a month or two studying such intricate and delicate talisman lines, but unexpectedly, the finished product has been produced in less than half a month.

However, it would be better to make it earlier, lest she redraw the cinnabar talisman on the knife every day.

She finds it troublesome.

"Well, the news delivered today is very good." The little girl smiled with soft eyebrows, and raised her hand to touch the smooth and smooth feathers on the pigeon's body.

Xue Tuan narrowed his small eyes after being rubbed by her, as if he had forgotten the two words she threatened it at that time.

"Come on, let's go back and report to you." Mu Xici, who had rubbed the pigeon's feathers indiscriminately, withdrew his hand, and took advantage of the opportunity to wrap the empty bamboo tube around its feet.

There is no way, the pigeon on the table is too fat, she is afraid that if she rubs it again, she will not be able to resist turning it into a pot of delicious pigeon soup.

"... Huh?" The snow ball that was wrapped around an empty bamboo tube was stunned, it couldn't figure out why the little girl didn't reply to its hapless master today.

Mu Xici was stunned to see the strong doubts on its feathered bird face, and couldn't help but froze the corners of his lips: "I'll tell him in person later, you just need to go back with an empty tube. Don't worry, that old guy won't stew you."

The only ones who wanted to stew it were Lingqin...and her.

The little girl hid her face and pretended to cough. At that time, she wanted to write a sentence on the paper, "You | Uncle, can you stop writing nonsense", but after thinking about it, I always felt that it was too rough and not elegant enough, so I could just write "Don't write nonsense" "It's not very useful, so I have to give up.

After such a toss, she had long since lost the thought of replying to the letter, so she simply stopped writing. When he saw the empty bamboo tube, he could understand what she meant.

"Cuckoo." Xue Tuan knocked his head hard, turned around and jumped onto the window sill again.

The sun on the top of the mountain has already set, and there are only one or two faint rays of light left in the sky. The darker the night outside the window, the more dazzling the dove's snow-like feathers become.

"Being so fat, I'm not afraid of being hit with a slingshot halfway." Mu Xici slowly rested his chin, and then lit the glazed lamp by the table.

After Xuetuan left, she waited idly for Zishi, and by the way doubled the formation near her roof.

The moon was in the middle of the sky, Mo Junli was full of apprehension, and took the scabbard, and climbed to the roof of Fulanxuan on time.

Today, for some reason, after the little national teacher read the note, he didn't give him another word, and Jiao Xuetuan came back with an empty bamboo tube, which made him restless for a whole half night. Roof, just now a little peace of mind.

That's right, he can still find the roof of Fulanxuan - if he can find the roof, he can find the small wooden stick with the bell attached;

The young man was overwhelmed by his flawless logic. Standing on the blue tiles, he bent down and carefully searched for the branch hidden in the cracks in the tiles.

But tonight, he seemed to be bewitched by an evil spirit or a ghost. He was allowed to squat beside the roof tiles, and he searched the roof tiles inch by inch, but he still couldn't find the stick.

This... Could it be that the wooden stick has become a spirit, and the long legs can't run away?

Mo Junli's scalp was numb, the key point was that without the bell, he really couldn't think of any other way to call out Mu Xici——

Knocking on the roof was expressly forbidden by the little girl early in the morning. If he still dared to knock on her roof tiles, she would probably throw out a stack of yellow talismans and shoot him to death.

But he couldn't find the exit of this formation...

The young man raised his head tearfully and looked at the frosty crescent moon in the sky with only a gleam of it showing, feeling extremely melancholy.

He just wanted to look for the thin string that tied the bell in disbelief, when he heard a slight smile behind him, he turned his head in response, only to see Mu Xici climbed onto the roof at some point.

"Here, wipe your hands." The little girl looked very relaxed, and raised her hand to throw him a wet handkerchief soaked in water.

Mo Junli caught the veil, and the corners of his lips fell down and down uncontrollably. He felt wronged like a snowball about to be plucked: "When did you come up?"

"When you were squatting on the roof to count the tiles." Mu Xici gently spread his hands, "I think you are almost counting the tiles in the blue tube."

"That little branch is obviously here." She pointed to the tile crack at her feet, and the boy looked in the direction she pointed, and he caught a glimpse of the familiar stick.

"Why haven't I found it after searching for so long?" In his impression, he must have touched that place, not only touched it, but also touched it more than once!
"Oh, because you didn't find this tile at all." The little girl said and raised her eyebrows. "It would be amazing if you could find this."

"Impossible, I have touched every tile." And I touched it very seriously. I seriously complained about how many years I hadn't seen his old man in the palace, and I was so bored that I could only count flowers, grass, floor tiles, and door pillars. Like a woman!

He complained all over his eyes, recalling the little girl's various tricks in his mind, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Unless you change the formation in this yard."

"No, the formations in the yard haven't been changed." Mu Xici shook his head, but the smile on his face deepened, "But I'm bored tonight, so I added two more formations on the roof~"

　Ah Ci: Aha!Let you waste my eyes, squat on the roof! !

　　Whether Mo Junli can enter the yard depends on Ah Ci's mood

　　Well, I guess he won't be able to get in for the rest of his life.
　　Damn, he didn't cherish the only chance to enter the little girl's boudoir back then.
　　He's stupid
　　Now the cold wind is blowing~~
　　Recently, I have a lot of brain holes. After sorting it out, the two I want to write in the next book are both Xianxia
　　Is one very traditional but with a bit of tradition in it? Xiang Xianxia Shuang Wen
　　One is Sand Sculpture Brain Hole Xiang Xianxia Funny Biwen

　　However, my urination, I may finally have to think about what to think about, but the process must be relatively easy

　　The one in Shuangwen is probably the heroine who pulls the cool and lucky heroine×fake green tea show |
　　In short, under the oppression of the system, the male protagonist is forced to pretend to be a little boy and rub the female protagonist's luck in order to survive, but in the end, he pretends to be a story of real green tea and green tea junior sisters robbing senior sisters
　　The sand sculpture, the pseudo-cool and real sand sculpture is more funny than the violent master male protagonist × every day wants to sew the master's mouth and kill the master's apprentice female protagonist

　　Probably the heroine tried her best to help the master maintain his aloof fairy image under the oppression of the system, but because the master always wanted to make troubles, in the end she gave up the treatment in desolation and just wanted to kill the master as soon as possible.
　　In fact, I still have a lot of ideas, but I don’t want to write them for the time being. These are the two women who are more expressive.
　　Do you choose?If this book goes well, it should be published in February or March next year.
　　Or grab a winter vacation traffic, open in January
　　
　
(End of this chapter)