My imagination has come true

Chapter 465 Repentance
Mu Qingyun raised his head and looked at Qiao Qing in front of him. He found a corner of the eaves and sat down. He took out a pot of old hawthorn wine from his handbag and started to drink it himself.

The moonlight is bright and the breeze is blowing. A piece of sweet-scented osmanthus is blooming downstairs in Xiaobai. The fragrance is light and light, which makes people feel very comfortable.

Qiao Qing was also a little surprised, and said, "Little girl, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

He raised his eyebrows, showing a bit of indescribable indifference: "At your age, it's okay to have such martial arts, but it was easier for me to kill a little master like you than to kill a chicken."

After all, he doesn't like to kill chickens, it will get hairs on them.

Killing is very simple.

Back then, bandits and gangsters were everywhere, and those who didn't kill people couldn't survive.

Mu Qingyun shook his head: "Here, sir is the host, and I am the guest. I have lived here for so long and I have never seen him do anything to me. There are so many people in the small white building, and it is lively and lively on weekdays. I have never seen him kill me." Extraordinary, I have lived here for a few months, if Mister wants to kill me, why wait until today?"

Qiao Qing smiled, her eyebrows softened, and she said with a smile: "It's good. Those old guys from Baiyun Sect used to talk about it every day, fearing that there would be no successors. Now it seems that there is generally no need to worry about inheritance."

"I have an old relationship with your senior brother. For his sake, even if you slap me, I won't kill you."

Mu Qingyun: "..."

As for the gloomy tone of these words, not killing is roughly equivalent to saying that life would be worse than death.

It's just that the other party has Mr. Qiao's face, his voice is also Mr. Qiao's voice, and even the scent of agarwood on his body is exactly the same as Mr. Qiao's, so the sense of threat is greatly weakened, and Mu Qingyun's mood even relaxes a bit. .

Qiao Qing finished eating the dumplings and took half a bottle of wine from Mu Qingyun. He was quite reasonable. He took out a military green kettle from nowhere and only poured half of it into the bottle. There was almost no difference in the quantity.

Just like this, Mu Qingyun sat with the evening breeze for a while, watching Qiao leaned his arm, and a flock of pigeons fell from the sky, cooing and cooing around him. , a little liveliness appeared on his world-weary face.

The wind was getting colder and colder, about an hour later, Mu Qingyun finally had a sore cheek from the blowing, looked around, and was about to fly off the roof and go home to sleep.

Qiao Qing's gaze did not fall on her: "The night Mao Aqin killed someone, someone entered your room."

What he said was half an inquiry, and half affirmation.

Mu Qingyun nodded.

Deep in Qiao Qing's eyes, two bursts of anger suddenly burst out, and she sneered again and again: "That's all Zhang Jingsong, considering that he has done some good things for a few years in the past, let him be tolerated, cats and dogs from other places can actually do this Dare to make a mistake in front of me."

Mu Qingyun took a glance, and guessed that this person was not angry because someone entered her room, but because he himself was tricked and tricked, so he was unhappy.

On the night of Mao Aqin's murder, all the neighbors heard the news and ran to help. No matter where Qiao Qing was at that time, he must have been focusing on the matter of the dead, so someone took the opportunity to bypass his eyes and ears and ran into his room rummage.

Not only did Mu Qingyun keep in mind all the furnishings in her room, even if a bird entered her door, she would still be able to smell it.

After the accident, she realized that there was something wrong in the room, but nothing was missing, besides, apart from the jewelry left by Yuanzhen's mother, there was nothing important in her room, and those jewelry, To put it bluntly, it's just something outside of the body.

At that time, there was a murder case, and human life was the most precious thing. Mu Qingyun forgot about everything else.

If the other party doesn't find what they want, they will always come again.

It's just that now that the case has been solved, the thief has died down and never showed up.

There is no such thing as Mu Qingyun's bento.

Although there is an old saying that if you are not afraid of thieves stealing, you are afraid of thieves thinking about it, but now, Mu Qingyun doesn't know what these people want, and she doesn't have it herself, so why bother?
She was alone and had no worries. Grandma Bai was protected by 'Qiao Qing', who obviously didn't dare to touch a finger. As for Jiang Si's family, she didn't resent them, but she didn't care much either.

Xiaobailou is located in the busiest city center of Xiongxian County, and there is an inspection department half a street away.

Li inspects them every day as if they have a headache for these masters, but that is just that they are inspectors. Under various rules, their hands and feet are restrained. Faster than the breeze, how could it be faster than a bullet?

Now is not a period of catastrophe, nor is it the most chaotic period of post-disaster reconstruction. Although it is somewhat sad to say it, but in this era, the martial arts is already lonely, and most of the masters are old objects in the pile of old papers.

Of course, if Qiao Qing on the roof was changed, if he really wanted to do evil, he would indeed be able to leave a little scar on this world.But just like my senior sister and master have shown countless times before, it is not easy for a martial artist to practice martial arts. If he does not have a tenacious temperament, he will not be able to practice peerless martial arts. The kind of people that ordinary people do, I'm afraid they have gone mad for a long time, and they can't die anymore.

Mu Qingyun left the last bit of wine for 'Qiao Qing', went back to the room and closed the curtains, put on his clothes and fell asleep.

In the early morning of the second day, Mu Qingyun and Grandma Bai still ate dumplings in soup, and cooked the dumplings like wontons. Her bowl used the broth that had been boiled early in the morning, while Grandma Bai used ordinary vegetable soup.

After all, she was old, and her blood pressure and blood lipids were a bit high. Even though Mu Qingyun looked at her pitifully for a long time, he only took a small spoonful and put it in her bowl.

The broth is made by boiling very fresh lamb bones for a full day. Even if there is only a small spoonful, it is still very fragrant.

Recently, because of Qi Meijuan's matter, Grandma Bai was in a bad mood, and now she was eating delicious dumplings, her expression finally eased up a lot.

"This dumpling should also be given to Xiao Li and the others, so that they can have a good meal and replenish their brains."

Grandma Bai happily ate dumplings and drank soup, and said, "Yesterday, Xiao Li actually spread a rumor, saying that Meijuan had gone to see Mao Aqin. Mao Aqin was very tough-mouthed and didn't repent at all. He didn't know what was going on. Yesterday in prison, Everyone here was so frightened that they couldn’t control themselves. They kowtowed to Meijuan all night, and their heads were cracked.”

"Tell me, if I knew why I had to do it today, even if I repented earlier, I might have avoided the death penalty."

Grandma Bai thought about it again, Meijuan was so pitiful, if she sympathized with Mao Aqin, it seemed that it would be bad, so she stopped talking.

Mu Qingyun unconsciously looked at the tall building through the window.

It was just a feeling that she thought 'Qiao Qing' might have seen Mao Aqin.

(End of this chapter)