Doting on the Immortal: Princess Xiaoyao

Chapter 65 Shopping 4
At this moment, a woman beside her pinched her man fiercely, and that man was staring at Tong Ling intently, almost drooling.

The woman scolded: "What are you looking at? Look again and dig out your pair of useless tricks! Can't I see enough by myself?! Ah?"

The man was in pain, and hurriedly followed his wife to leave, but he still did not forget to look back.

Not far from the corner of the street is the place where Mu Zili rescued her from.

Qian Shangxian looked at the surrounding eyes in embarrassment, and coughed dryly: "That...Tong Ling, I'll go over there for a stroll and meet up at the street corner later."

"Okay." Tong Ling nodded, watching Qian Shangxian leave, with a sly look in her eyes.

Standing at the entrance of the alley, Qian Shangxian looked inside, this Mu Zili, where did he go?But there is no other way, I am hiding in the White Mansion, no one knows, let alone Mu Zili.

I hope nothing happened to him after that day, although sometimes I feel that he is annoying and weird, but he is the only true friend here, maybe in his eyes, he is still the Qian Shangxian , but in his own eyes, no matter what, Mu Zili is a rare good buddy who will live and die together.

The alley was very quiet, and it was cleaned very cleanly. If she hadn't witnessed it with her own eyes, she would never have imagined that such an explosion had happened here.

Touching an obvious dent on the wall, Qian Shangxian burst into tears, wondering what happened to Mu Zili, an idiot.

"Shang Xian?"

A familiar voice suddenly rang in Qian Shangxian's ear. Qian Shangxian turned his head and saw that it was Li Huatu, the painter who painted Qian Shangxian's portrait and sent it to Wang Furen.

Qian Shangxian backed away, and Li Huatu walked over: "Is it Shangxian? I found you. Where have you been? Nothing happened, right?"

Qian Shangxian looked at Li Huatu vigilantly, how could he care so much about his own life and death?

Touching the scarf on his face, Qian Shangxian was a little surprised, he was wearing a scarf, how did Li Huatu see that it was him?
No one knows what Li Huatu's original name was, but he loves to paint and has nothing serious to do every day. He just sets up a stall on the street to write family letters and paint portraits for people.

Moreover, this person's stall does not open for half a month. As long as he has some money, he will buy pens, inks, papers and inkstones, and then take these things to the mountains outside the city to paint. It takes most of the day to paint.

Li Huatu's house is very dilapidated, and it's in the corner at the end of this alley. If you don't look carefully, you will never know that there are still people living in that place.

Qian Shangxian thought for a while and didn't answer, it was regarded as admitting the wrong person.

"Shangxian, why don't you talk?" Li Huatu quickly tapped his head, "Look at me, don't worry, there is no one else, only you, Uncle Li, and me, don't worry, Uncle Li won't tell anyone that you are here! "

Qian Shangxian looked at Li Huatu's flickering eyes, sighed lightly, and pulled off the scarf: "Uncle Li."

Li Huatu saw that it was really Qian Shangxian. He was obviously a little excited and forgot, and then immediately covered up his excitement and said, "Shangxian, you don't know, everyone is looking for you like crazy! Where are you going?" what?"

Qian Shangxian gave a wry smile and said, "I didn't go anywhere, I just... hid."

(End of this chapter)