Mu Cang, who was sitting on the ground, was confused. Did he say something wrong?
He didn't know what Xuan'er had gone through, and it really didn't meet the requirements of Master Pandan for arresting people.
Shui Miaomiao didn't dare to look at Xuan'er behind her. She immediately stopped her, but the implication was too strong. Would Xuan'er think too much about it?
Xuan'er probably has no memory of that period.
Xuan'er's hands were entangled together, and she could hear a "click" sound. She lowered her head and twitched the corners of her mouth. Her memory had not been restored, but Yang Renzhai showed it to her.
She had always regarded herself as a bystander, and she felt like she was floating away, so she didn't care. But today, it was equivalent to grabbing her and shouting in her ear that she was dirty, she was not qualified, and she couldn't even look down on the magic cultivator!
This kind of insult is even more unbearable than when Xuan'er actually thinks about it.
"Sorry." Shui Miaomiao stretched out his hand and pulled Mu Cang up, "I, I, my leg is cramped."
Mu Cang listened carefully to every word Shui Miaomiao said and said with concern, "Is it serious? Does it hurt too much? I'll give you some pressure."
"No need, just"
"Miss Sanshui, I can be used as bait." Xuan'er suddenly said. She has amnesia and she shouldn't remain silent.
Shui Miaomiao's breathing was stagnant, as if she was choked, and she didn't know what to say.
Jiuchengqiu took out the water bag from the storage and handed it to Shui Miaomiao, "Drink some, as for the bait."
He glanced at Xuan'er and quickly looked away before Xuan'er noticed it, to prevent Xuan'er from being embarrassed. "Isn't it just a drop of blood? Does it have to be real?"
Shui Miaomiao took a symbolic sip of water and asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"
"This kind of thing is not much better. It can't be all rigorous." Jiuchong Qiu lowered his head and checked the wooden sign, "I should have a way, I can try it tomorrow morning, leave here first or Miaomiao, do you want to rest here? "
Compared with the wild at night, although there are corpses here, the house is relatively safe, but Shui Miaomiao will never rest here for the night. She would rather challenge the teeth of wild beasts.
"Go back to the inn." Shui Miaomiao stood up without hesitation, shook her body violently, and Mu Cang had already helped her over, "How are your legs? You've already had a sprain, and you've walked for such a long time. Just now, you still have a sprain. Kick the door, or I will carry you..."
"Cough, cough!" Jiuchengqiu couldn't help but cough dryly.
"I'm fine." Shui Miaomiao pushed Mu Cang's hand away. She was about to refuse, but because of the Nine-fold Enmity, she felt as if she was not a human being.
But in view of Jiuchengqiu's gentlemanly behavior towards Xuan'er just now and the fact that he had come up with a solution, Shui Miaomiao ignored his strange aura and left immediately...
Shui Miaomiao yawned and opened the door to her room. As expected, she didn't sleep well and had an inexplicable dream all night. But when she opened the door, she saw her little brother holding breakfast and smiling at her, and her mood suddenly improved.
Mu Cang showed the breakfast on the tray in his hand and asked, "I thought you should get up too, inside or outside?"
Shui Miaomiao thought for a moment and glanced downstairs. There was only a waiter looking sleepy, "Let's go outside. It's stuffy in the house, and there aren't many people outside."
Taking a bun, Shui Miaomiao took a small bite. The two of them walked downstairs slowly and found a table to sit down at random.
"Drink some porridge first to nourish your stomach. I didn't eat lunch and dinner seriously last night." Mu Cang carried the porridge and vegetables and started feeding.
"Yeah, yeah." Shui Miaomiao, who couldn't eat anymore, could only nod her head and try to speed up her chewing, "Okay, okay." After finally finishing the food in front of him, Shui Miaomiao hurriedly pressed Mu Cang's hand and swallowed. He put down the food in his mouth and said, "Little brother, you should eat some too."
Knowing that Mu Cang didn't like greasy meat, Shui Miaomiao chose a bowl of the sweet and fresh rice porridge that she had just drank, pushed it in front of Mu Cang, watched him take a few sips, and then asked, "Where is the Ninefold Revenge?"
"I took Xuan'er out early in the morning." Mu Cang replied without raising his head. To be precise, Xuan'er ran to follow him. He just briefly said it.
"I hope he didn't sell Xuan'er." Shui Miaomiao muttered, but didn't pay much attention to it. Jiuzhongqiu had a bad temper, but he still had some sense of proportion, so he held up his cheeks and watched Mu Cang eat attentively. The dumplings are delicious. I don’t know what kind of meat they are wrapped in. It’s a pity that my brother doesn’t eat meat, otherwise I would definitely let him try them.
"What kind of broken ground? There is nothing like this!" Jiucheng Qiu returned to the inn with a full stomach of displeasure. He saw Shui Miaomiao dining in the hall, coming with long legs, carrying the wind, sitting on the bench. Sit down.
"What's wrong?" Shui Miaomiao poured a cup of herbal tea on the table and handed it to Jiuchong Qiu, then asked, "Where is Xuan'er?"
Just as he was talking, Xuan'er ran into the inn panting. Jiuchengqiu walked too fast and she couldn't keep up.
After adjusting her breathing, Xuan'er saluted Shui Miaomiao and asked, "Miss Sanshui, your servant is rude, can I go freshen up?"
Shui Miaomiao nodded, thinking that she actually liked Xuan'er who killed everyone last night. At least she didn't have so many red tapes and was so tired.
Seeing that Jiuchengqiu was almost healed, Shui Miaomiao asked, "Have you eaten?"
"I don't have time. I went out early in the morning. I wanted to buy some materials but I didn't know anything about it."
I don’t know what Jiuchongqiu was doing with the ingredients. When he heard that he didn’t eat them, Shui Miaomiao immediately brought the fried dumplings to Jiuchongqiu and said, “Try it, it tastes good.”
After eating four fried dumplings, Jiuchengqiu became even hungrier.
Shui Miaomiao raised her hand and called the waiter, "Bring me a cage of meat buns."
The waiter asked dutifully, "What kind of meat does your guest want?"
"Okay, big portion, delicious food." Shui Miaomiao asked, "A big basket, for this monk."
The waiter glanced at Jiuchengqiu and immediately understood, "Please wait a moment, sir."
Generally speaking, monks have a large appetite. The higher the cultivation level, the greater the energy required from all parties. Eating can be regarded as a supplement. It is not until the Nascent Soul stage that you can gradually ignore these.
People like Shui Miaomiao, who have improved in cultivation but not in physical fitness, are actually sick, while people like Mu Cang, who cannot tolerate meat and fish and rarely even eat vegetarian food, are actually seriously ill.
Shui Miaomiao was very curious. She felt that if she didn't force her little brother, he would rarely eat. How on earth would he maintain what his body needs?
After a while, a large basket of hot steamed buns was put on the table. The waiter opened the lid and took a look at it. It should be enough.
Even though the food in the canteen was small in Guxian Sect, it was all good stuff. But now down the mountain and in a town, we can only rely on quantity to win.
The freshly baked buns were white and tender and looked delicious. Although she had just eaten, Shui Miaomiao felt hungry again.
Jiuchengqiu took out a bun and handed it to Shui Miaomiao.
Shui Miaomiao shook her head, "It's too big."
"You are just too thin, you should eat more." Jiuzhongqiu complained, but he broke off half of the bun and handed it to Shui Miaomiao.
"Thank you." Shui Miaomiao laughed and took the bun with both hands. It was so big. The steaming smell of the big meat filling should be tempting.
smell? fragrance!
Shui Miaomiao thought of something and glanced aside from the corner of her eye. Mu Cang's clenched hands trembled slightly.
I forgot how delicious the steamed buns are just out of the oven.
Shui Miaomiao freed up her hand and pressed it on the back of Mu Cang's hand, "My little brother seems to have not rested well, but do you want to go back to your room and take a nap? I should also be looking for materials for Nine Chou in a while, so I won't be too busy to worry about Master Pandan."
Shui Miaomiao made the promise, and Mu Cang nodded silently and stood up. The smell of meat made him unbearable, but a trace of greed emerged from it, torturing his nerves.
