Routine Tsundere Bamboo Horse Raiders

Chapter 428 How long will this calamity take?
Lan Qiduo glanced at the dazzling young man beside him in astonishment, and asked dumbly: "...Does he know that man?"

When the old man heard these words, his raised hand suddenly fell down again, and he shook his head, "...the heavenly secret must not be revealed."

He's already hinted at so much.

The rest is up to fate.

Lan Qiduo tried her best to ignore Ling Xiyu's threatening gaze, and continued to ask without fear of death: "Then...will he die of despair?"

This dog man is obsessed with cleanliness, if he is really raped by the tyrant, he will not even want to commit suicide?
"...This is his catastrophe." The old man said thoughtfully.

"Since it's robbery, it's inevitable?" Ling Xiyu, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke out faintly.

He looked at Lan Qiduo's eyes, and it flickered, hiding a trace of emotion that people couldn't see through.

The old man raised his head slightly, but instead of looking at him, he shook his head slowly.

This is heaven.

Ling Xiyu asked again: "How long will this robbery take?"

Hearing this, the old man's hands froze slightly, and he looked at Ling Xiyu carefully with his cloudy eyes, with a hint of appreciation passing between his brows.

In the end, for some reason, he let go: "8760 hours."

Ling Xiyu's heart sank, and she nodded slightly to show that she knew.

8760 hours...

It's been two years...

Lan Qiduo looked at him sideways, and found that his whole person's emotions didn't seem to be the slightest bit different, a trace of astonishment flashed in her eyes.

Is he... giving up on himself?
Even if one day, she was suddenly raped by a female overlord who appeared out of nowhere, wouldn't she mind?

Ling Xiyu didn't know what was going on in her heart, otherwise she might not be able to help but be pissed off by her.

I would rather trust it to have it than to trust it to have nothing.

Ling Xiyu took out some spare change from his pocket, put it in the ... broken bowl that the old man used to hold the money, and thanked him lightly.

Following Ling Xiyu's movements, Lan Qiduo saw the khaki-colored broken bowl with a bumpy edge and even a corner missing, and the corners of her eyes twitched.

Seeing that the old man didn't say that he would collect money, and he didn't have any moral kidnapping, he should take the initiative to give him some money.

After all, taking money to buy a new bowl matters.

The old man seemed to be able to sense what Lan Qiduo was thinking, and held the broken bowl in his arms, humming in displeasure, "What do you know? This bowl of mine is an ancestral treasure!"

"It's different from those coquettish cheap bowls in the supermarket!"

Lan Qiduo: "..."

She no longer dared to think in her heart, and felt that she was being seen through every minute.

The two greeted the grandfather, and Ling Xiyu took her by the hand, turned around and walked towards the lively night market ahead.

She likes lively places.

"Young man, guard against the people in front of you, and you can avoid disaster..." They had just walked a few steps, and the grandpa's voice, as thick as a bell, fell lightly into Ling Xiyu's ears through the noisy crowd.

"Lan Qiduo", Ling Xiyu suddenly called Lan Qiduo, she was attracted by the colorful water lamps in front of the small stall at this time, and she was entangled in which one to choose, so she could only get used to it. "Ah?" sentence.

"...Did you hear anything?" Ling Xiyu stared softly at her increasingly delicate face, and raised her hand to gently stroke her hair.

But within two strokes, Lan Qiduo gave him a disgusted stare, grabbed his hand and pulled him aside:
"Don't mess with my hair."

(End of this chapter)