The tyrant's petite bag is sweet and silly

Chapter 404 The Face Is Not My Own

Only when Yue Lisu was in a state of unconsciousness would he show a strong and exclusive childish side, Mingxi couldn't help but feel a little worried, tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "Have you taken the medicine yet?"

He was silent for two seconds, refusing to answer the question.

Ming Xi got anxious, pinched his fingers, "Have you eaten yet?"

He frowned, his brows and eyes were irritable, and he clicked his tongue irritably.

"Eat it, it doesn't work."

Ming Xi wiped her face in a heartless manner.

It's over, it's over.

Li Dezhong said before that the medicine should not be taken too much, not to mention that taking too much is useless, and it will cause side effects.

Medication is no longer working?
so what should I do now?
She stared at him cautiously, afraid of being overheard, she almost spoke out of breath, "Are you feeling alright now?"

Before Yueli Su could speak, she asked several questions in succession, "Are you feeling irritable?"

"Do you want to smash something?"

"How about I stay away from you a little bit?"

She said, trying to move her butt.

With a cold face, Yue Li Su dragged her back and held her tightly, with a gloomy tone, "You try?"

Ming Xi felt that she was testing repeatedly on the verge of death, and she looked sincere: "...then don't press so tightly, or I won't be able to move."

……

Yue Li Su's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and his strength became a bit heavier.

"Ma'am, Mr. Lang, what are you doing here?"

A hesitant voice came from upstairs, and Ming Xi looked up in shock.

Good guy.

A group of people stood on the stairs and looked over together, with complicated and shocked expressions, which can be called a large-scale melon-eating scene.

Watching two kindergarteners having a fight?
Ming Xi clenched her hands into fists and pressed her lips to cough twice, "Ahem, we are here, discussing, discussing."

As for what to learn from, experience it yourself.

She hasn't thought of it yet.

Fortunately, the Wanbi who spoke was just asking casually, and didn't mean to delve into it.

Of course, the few people also noticed the young man in another corner of the inn, and couldn't help but be surprised.

"Hey, so there are other people besides us in this little broken inn?"

It's no wonder they are curious, this place has no villages or shops behind it, it's purely a coincidence that this group of people came here, of course, it's also bad luck.

Unexpectedly, there are people as unlucky as them.

Wanpin has a carefree temperament, she took the initiative to chat, "Hey brother, where are you from?"

The young man was still drinking, his fair face was flushed, and he looked a little unconscious.

He didn't answer right away, Wanbi pursed her mouth, and just when she thought the other party wouldn't answer and was about to leave, he spoke in a faintly drunken voice, "Are you talking to me?"

Wanbi was taken aback for a moment, then blinked blankly, "Otherwise?"

Facing him, not talking to him, talking to the air?

The young man snorted and didn't look her in the eye, "Next time you talk to me, remember to bring the word 'hero'."

Wanpin: ...

Crowd: ...

The room was silent.

The corners of Ming Xi's mouth twitched slightly, unexpectedly, this person was quite a secondary.

Concubine Rou stood there with a hint of sarcasm on her face, "Are you sick? Holding a sword, do you really think you are a knight-errant?"

She has been in a bad mood recently, but she has found a vent.

The young man turned his head and looked straight at someone for the first time. His eyes were very calm, not threatening or oppressive, and could even be called amiable.

Concubine Rou, who was watched, had goosebumps all over her body inexplicably. She held back her timidity and straightened her waist.

She couldn't believe it, there were so many people here, how dare this drunkard do anything to her?
She was right, the other party did not intend to attack her, but the next move made her feel worse than hitting her.

The young man slowly looked back, holding the wine glass with one hand, and lazily said, "I don't talk to ugly people."

Concubine Rou's complexion changed, and before she had time to scold, she heard the man's faint voice, which made her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave, "Even the face is not my own, only the shape, not the spirit."

"Tsk, sad."

The meaning of what he said was unclear, and the others didn't quite understand, but Concubine Rou's face was ugly like never before!
Impossible, how could he know...

What else does he know? !

Who is this person and what is his background? !

All she felt was a chill from head to toe.

She looked at the young man with a hint of fear in her eyes.

What do you mean, even the face is not your own?
Ming Xi frowned, looking at Concubine Rou's pale face, she felt something flashed through her mind, before she could catch it, she was interrupted by a violent cough.

"Cough cough cough..."

The coughing sound was piercing, as if there was a mouthful of thick phlegm stuck in the throat, and even blood was about to be coughed up, which made people frown.

The crowd followed the sound.

An old man with a stooped back and ragged clothes trembled down the stairs with a cane.

The stairs were high, and his legs and feet seemed inconvenient, as if his thin body was about to fall down the stairs in a second.

This is probably the crazy old man the proprietress was talking about.

Seeing that he was about to step on the loose wooden board, when Ming Xi realized it, the person had already rushed over, and there was a figure with her, Ming Xi glanced sideways, a little surprised.

It was actually Chu Jieyu.

Meeting her eyes, the other party pursed his lips and showed a gentle smile, and the two worked together to help the old man down.

"Master, please slow down."

When he got closer, the crazy old man still had an indescribably strange smell, but it smelled very bad.

Ming Xi didn't show any strange color, and like her, neither did Chu Jieyu.

Concubine Rou has already stepped back a few steps, covering her mouth and nose, "Where is the proprietress? Why do everyone bring him into the store to see how dirty he is, what if there is an infectious disease?!"

The old man had a heart-rending cough just now, maybe he has tuberculosis, that stuff is going to infect people!
As she spoke, she glanced vaguely at Ming Xi and Chu Jieyu who had just helped the old man, and a look of disgust flashed in her eyes.

After going down the stairs, the old man stopped coughing, and without thanking him, he pushed Ming Xi and Chu Jieyu away, his eyes were cloudy, and he muttered something.

Ming Xi was close, but she could only hear a few words clearly.

What "crime", "retribution" and "killing" make people tremble with fear.

Looks like a madman indeed.

She followed the old man and sat down on the chair, his legs trembling slightly, his shoes were badly damaged, exposing his black toes, his hair was messy, and his beard was very long, almost covering most of his face. Seeing a pair of cloudy eyes is inexplicably sad.

She withdrew her eyes and turned to look at Concubine Rou, her eyes were cold, and she smiled, "If you want to infect everyone, don't even try to run away. If you don't like it, go out to sleep tonight."

Yue Lisu glanced at her, but said nothing.

Concubine Rou choked, her face blushed and she stopped talking, but her eyes revealed a bit of displeasure.

(End of this chapter)