Let Go of That Blackened Heroine

Bogu racks are not neatly placed, they are very interesting.

So it's more like a maze.

Before the girl entered the maze, she was grabbed by the uncle.

"Mr. Kanda."

"I'm sorry, Hiyori-sama. I didn't discipline Wuyue well, and she disturbed you."

"There's no need to abide by etiquette like this. Besides, it wasn't about May just now, there are guests."

As the girl spoke, she took out something like an invitation card.

Then, after writing a paragraph on it, he said: "This time, the guest, I will trouble you."

"Aren't you a visitor?" The girl called May shook her head and said, "Then why bother with them?"

The girl Hiyori picked up the invitation card. It was a snow-white card with ink-colored characters written on it. The characters were beautiful, very timeless and elegant, beautiful and majestic.

She flicked lightly.

The paper card whirled, bypassed the bogu shelf, passed through Duobaoge, and flew towards the uncle.

Wuyue jumped up and rushed towards the card, but the uncle took the first step and grabbed the card.

Wuyue pouted, very dissatisfied.

"I am leaving."

Uncle Kanda knocked Wuyue on the head and walked out the door.

The wind blows and the wind chimes ring.

The bell is crisp and melodious.

The cute girl dressed as a maid was a little dissatisfied at first, then turned to look at the shopkeeper girl.

Her figure flickered, her movements were dexterous, and she got into the maze without making a sound.After a few steps, she landed beside the girl.

Looking at the quiet profile of the girl who wrote silently, she retracted the hand she had extended, and bent her body to look at the profile of the girl.

Cuteness is nothing more than a little girl's affectation.

So this profile is not cute, but beautiful.

It's so beautiful that I can't bear to disturb it.

It seems that if you stretch your hand forward, you will destroy this beauty.

That must be a heinous crime.

Just when she was fascinated by it.

A soft voice rang in my ear: "Have you seen enough?"

"Eh?"

Surprised, Wu Yue quickly asked, "Master Rihe, you've finished writing. What did you write?"

"It's clearly by your side, didn't you just look at it?"

May blushed slightly.

She was indeed holding her hand to see what Master Rihe was writing, but when she got close to her, she was so obsessed with it that she forgot to read what she was writing.

"It's just some novel stories." Hiyori said softly, "And, it's some cliche stories that you know very well."

Only then did Wu Yue look over, but saw the word Qing Ji.

"Qing Ji, the bell of Daocheng Temple, is it a story about Qing Ji?"

After Wuyue heard it, she curled her lips and said disdainfully: "It's just a silly woman. Mrs. Rihe is not interested in Qingji's story, is it? It doesn't matter whether Qingji exists, even if she does exist, it is impossible Not a great person, just a woman who is crazy about personal love, and also likes a monk, a village girl is a village girl. No experience, no taste."

"The story I wrote is the dead version of Monk Anzhen."

"If there is such a scene, that woman will probably go crazy."

"Well, yes, what I wrote was the story of Qing Ji who went mad."

"I'm really looking forward to this..."

Wuyue was about to come over to watch the story, but she heard the sound of wind chimes.

She immediately turned her head and looked in the direction of the store door.

back.

Hiyori had already walked over.

After passing through the labyrinthine Bogu shelf, I came to the guest's room.

Wuyue shook her head, feeling a little tired, but she cheered up and greeted the guest.

But when she saw the guest, her attitude became less friendly.

It was an ugly looking high school student.

In fact, it's not really how ugly the face is, but it looks very frustrated. Simply put, it's a bad look.