Still invisible.
Ning Ruan could clearly see the vendors carrying burdens in the lane below, the women and men guarding the stalls on both sides of the yellow mud road, and occasionally young children playing and playing through.
Very lively.
Very down to earth too.
This was the first time she had seen such a popular place since leaving the village.
"They haven't done anything yet."
Looking at Ling Yue who was anxious and worried, Ning Ruan whispered.
"They...are really spying on me." Ling Yue opened her mouth, and in the blink of an eye, her eyes, which were full of worry just now, were filled with endless chill.
Yan Liang stood up and raised his eyebrows slightly, "I'll go, soon."
How fast is soon?
Probably when Ling Yue was still immersed in hatred and anger, Yan Liang left and returned.
Even the spiritual sword in his hand has been sheathed.
"There aren't many people, just a few in the fifth and sixth realms." Yan Liang raised his chin slightly, as if he had completed an inconspicuous task.
Ling Yue: "..."
The flying bed flew straight into the courtyard.
fall.
There were six corpses lying in the yard.
Already too dead to die any more.
Ling Yue jumped down first, because right next to the corpses stood a boy of four or five years old. He was holding a cattail leaf fan in his hand. In the corner of the yard, there was a decoction being brewed.
The moment he saw Ling Yue, his tight little body suddenly relaxed and he rushed over quickly.
"Sister, are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
Ling Yue touched the head of the child in her arms, "These are bad people, don't be afraid."
She pointed to the pile of bodies on the ground.
"A Cheng is not afraid!"
Looking at the child in front of her who was so frightened that her body was trembling slightly, but still trying her best to comfort her, Ling Yue's heart filled with hatred finally calmed down.
He echoed, "Well, Cheng is very brave."
Ning Ruan and three others then jumped off the invisible flying bed and put it away.
Seeing the three people who suddenly appeared, Cheng was obviously startled again.
After Ling Yue buried her head and whispered a few words in his ear, he no longer looked panicked. Instead, he raised his head curiously from time to time and peeked at the three of them.
"You go make some medicine first. I have something to tell grandma." Ling Yue patted the child's head.
Ah Cheng didn't ask any more questions, nodded obediently, and quickly ran back to the corner of the yard, sitting on a small wooden bench, with a stern face, carefully guarding the pot of potion that had not yet been brewed.
"..."
Ling Yue looked away from the child and then looked at Ning Ruan:
"Thank you for helping me today. I should have repaid you for saving my life, but now...I can't pay back anything.
I promised you the meal, but I can only cook the last meal for you. You should have heard it, my father... no, it should be the prime minister, he wants to take me back to Kyoto.
But I won’t go back, so Acheng and I have to leave before they arrive at Black Moon City.
I'm sorry, or if it's convenient, you can give me your name. As long as I'm still alive, I will definitely repay you for saving my life. "
Ning Ruan: "..." Everything has been said, what else can she say?
After a pause, she hesitated and asked, "What if you go to Kyoto and I keep you safe?"
"I won't go, at least I won't go until I don't have the strength." Ling Yue decisively refused.
It's really decisive.
Ning Ruan was a little disappointed.
Kyoto, she had to go.
Because the best and most whirling fruit is in Kyoto of the Tianluo Dynasty in Dongrao Prefecture.
In addition...she is also really curious about Ling Yue's melons.
"Perhaps, after you go, you can become stronger?"
"I'm not going either."
"If you don't go, maybe you will miss something?"
"I'm not going either."
"..."
"What will I miss?"
"Missed some opportunities that should have been yours?"
"Whatever belongs to me will be mine. If I miss it, it doesn't belong to me at all."
"..."
"Although I don't know why you tried your best to persuade me to go to Kyoto, I really don't plan to go. Kyoto is dangerous, and I still have Cheng and grandma to take care of. If I were alone, I might go, but I'm not Alone…so I won’t go.”
Ning Ruan: "..."
Yes.
Even if the girl in front of her is really like Han Ze, another person who has taken the heroine's script, then her original life trajectory seems to have been destroyed by herself.
Forest rescue.
Kill the eight-level strongman in the teahouse.
Dealing with the people spying near her home.
Various factors must have changed something.
So it seems like she can’t eat this melon?
"If you leave, they will look for you everywhere, right?" Ning Ruan seemed to have thought of something and asked suddenly.
Hear the words.
Ling Yue was stunned and frowned, "My father...that man can't do that. It must be profitable for him to take me back. Even if I run away, he will probably find someone else to pretend to be me and take him back." Going back, it may not matter at all whether it is his bloodline or not.
As for that woman, if she didn’t know that what she took back was a fake, I would have no worries.
But if she knew...she probably wouldn't let me go. "
So, is it really still a dead end?
Ling Yue's face gradually turned pale.
His hands were clenched into fists.
"How about...I'll pretend to be you? Does the prime minister's family have whirling fruit?"
————There is another chapter, which will be posted at the end of this chapter later.
