This concubine is very ruffian and wild

Chapter 77 Bibi, who is more black-bellied!
In the small courtyard, Song Qiang is still in that classic hunched posture,
But at this moment, his eyes fell on his hunchback again, Yehuo's eyes were less pity than usual, but more playful.

"Little brother, you are here!"

Hearing her footsteps, Song Qiang turned his face and showed her his signature smile.

He sneered in his heart, but Yehuo's face was calm, and he smiled and nodded to him.

"Let's go!"

While carrying the bamboo basket on his shoulder, Song Qiang turned and walked towards the courtyard gate.

"Ah!"

Yehuo sneezed half-truthfully, while rubbing his sore nose while frowning, pretending to be powerless.

"Senior Brother Song, go by yourself today, I seem to have caught a cold, my whole body is sore, I don't want to move too much!"

Song Qiang glanced at her, glanced at her sickly flushed face, and quickly lowered his eyes.

"Alright, then you stay and rest, I'll help you pick some wild ginger and make some soup!"

After thanking him, he watched him walk out of the courtyard door. Yehuo quickly touched the door and kept staring at Song Qiang walking out of the back door with his hunched body, and climbed up the hillside far away.

Then she turned back with a sneer, and went into Song Qiang's bedroom next to the kitchen.

This was the first time Yehuo entered his room. Song Qiang's room had the same simple table, chairs and bed as her bedroom.

The whole room is extremely clean and tidy, without any dust.

It was a very strange feeling, as if there was no living here at all, and there was no fireworks.

Yehuo looked around carefully, his eyes flicked over the bed, the table... Finally, he stopped on the two bound books in the corner of the cabinet.

If the person who sent her the note that day was really Song Qiang, then it is very likely that there will be traces left when he cut out the required handwriting in these books.

Looking past the words "Secret of the Sword Technique" on the cover, Yehuo carefully held the spine of the book and began to read it carefully.

After carefully turning the book from beginning to end, Yehuo didn't find a single word hole. Just as he was reaching for the second book, the copper bell hanging on the kitchen courtyard door suddenly rang.

Yehuo anxiously sorted out the books, but unexpectedly the more anxious and messy the book in his hand fell to the ground.

She was busy bending over to pick it up, but when she straightened up, she noticed a kit hanging in a hidden place under the table.

(End of this chapter)