Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Chapter 1944: robbery (18)

   Chapter 1944 robbery (18)

   "…huh? When did we talk?"

   "Just now, otherwise why did you drag me back?"

   "Just now? Why don't I have any impression?"

   "Yeah...that's weird, I don't remember either."

   "So I said that you should eat more pig brains! You can forget it after walking a few steps, really, I'm looking for scolding!"

  The soldiers looked at each other.

   For some reason, I don’t even remember what happened just now.

   "Could it be that you really need to replenish your brain?"

   They muttered.

  …

  …

  …

  After the soldiers entered the inn, they immediately closed the door.

   There was a loud snap.

  Outside the door, the crowd was bustling, coming and going.

   Not long after, a small figure appeared in an inconspicuous corner outside the inn.

   Leaning on crutches, standing there.

  The hair is white, with leaves growing on it.

  The leaves swayed, and so did his beard.

   Just so worried that it kept falling down, wheezing, without blinking at all.

   Watching the soldiers go in, he hunched over and looked towards where they passed.

  Feeling the vicious aura, he sighed deeply, feeling so worried that he could live for hundreds of years.

   "Damn girl, please don't meddle in the affairs of the world, and refuse to listen to it—"

   It's all right now, the heavenly soldiers and generals are all watching from above.

  Looking at her, a little fox demon, abusing spells and causing harm to the world.

  Even though Emperor Ziwei is going through the catastrophe now, the Heavenly Court will not pursue it for the time being, but as long as the Emperor returns to the Heavenly Court, wouldn’t she—

  Old Land is really panicked.

  His hair, which was finally replenished by eating thousand-year-old ginseng, fell out again.

   Dropping endlessly.

   He leaned on a cane and sighed.

   Walking towards another street with few people, limping, slowly.

  Like going somewhere.

   Soon, his figure disappeared and disappeared around the corner.

  …

  …

  …

  Night.

   Night falls.

  It's time for dinner.

  The town was tossed all day by those endless inspections by soldiers, all of whom complained, but dared not speak out.

   Had to hide at home to avoid the limelight.

   After the sun goes down, there are fewer people on the street.

  Even the children who loved to come out to play in the past disappeared, and were watched by the adults at home and were not allowed to come out.

  In the small town, it became quiet.

   Looking from a distance, the previous bustle is gone.

   It's like a huge sleeping tomb, the atmosphere is heavy and dark.

  It makes people feel heavy.

   At the northernmost end of the town, near the highest point of the mountains.

  The night wind is whistling, blowing from the mountains and forests.

  Blowing to the dilapidated straw house under the rugged mountain range, the dead grass on the eaves rustled.

  One after another, the strong wind blows the dead grass away.

  It was tattered, and the repaired door was also creaked by the wind.

   Shaking, like a drunk old man, about to fall down.

   Completely scrapped.

  When the old man came here with a cane, he only felt that the wind was unusually strong.

  The wind blowing down from the mountain was whistling, and the wind outlet was facing this dilapidated courtyard.

  The bitter and violent cold wind brings the bleakness and dryness of autumn.

   Just blowing the yard like this, with a sweeping momentum.

  The environment is really bad, and the location is really bad.

  Old Landman stabilized the leaves on his head, and stood in front of the creaking gate.

  (end of this chapter)

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