Killer at the age of 12: Lying and laughing among peach blossoms

It took more than two months like this time, and it was the only first time!

Although Master often came in these days, he refused to say a word to her.

Living like she is an invisible person makes her depressed to death.

Maybe——Master grabbed Feng Lingyan and came in just to find someone to talk to and relieve her boredom...

Before I knew it, there were more words. [

Feng Lingyan chatted with her without saying a word.

Meng Hongchao was quick-witted and evasive, avoiding all topics related to Master's secrets.

She seemed extremely loyal to her master.

Feng Lingyan asked for a long time, but he didn't find any useful information.

He sighed and refused to say a word again.

But Meng Hongchao couldn't get enough of the chat, and desperately hooked her to talk.

Reluctantly, Feng Lingyan half leaned on the stone wall, playing the fine tradition of "Xu Shu entered Cao Ying".

No matter what Meng Hongchao said, she would ignore it!

After coming and going again and again, Meng Hongchao's words were meaningless.

Turning around on the spot, he suddenly pointed to the corpse of Little Prince Lin and said, "Do you know why I didn't let you touch it just now?"

Feng Lingyan didn't even look at it.

Since it can't be destroyed now, why would she touch it?

It doesn't matter if you know it or not, you still don't speak.

Meng Hongchao scratched at her hair, never expecting Feng Lingyan to be so difficult to deal with.

"Do you know why Beigong Jing'er helped me?"

Meng Hongchao found another topic that she might be interested in.

This time, Feng Lingyan finally opened his eyes and glanced at her indifferently.

It seemed that he was a little interested, but he didn't seem to be very interested, but he still didn't speak.

"Are you really not curious?" Meng Hongchao didn't give up. [

This time Feng Lingyan finally spoke: "Speak if you want to, and shut up if you don't want to. I'm going to rest."

Meng Hongchao jumped up: "It's fine if you don't like to listen to it. I'm not willing to talk about it anymore!"

Feng Lingyan simply closed his eyes: "That's fine. There's no need to talk about it."

Meng Hongchao: "..."

She held it in for too long, and now she was halfway through a sentence, and Feng Lingyan was not doing much yet, so she felt uncomfortable holding it.

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that's all for today