Panguan

Dadong swallowed his saliva and tightened his fingers controlling the Golden Winged Dapeng. While he was wary of Shen Manyi, he winked at the people behind Shen Manyi.

Seeing that this little resentful spirit was about to break out, the eldest disciple of the Shen family was unaware of it and didn't know how to avoid it.

Dadong didn't dare to say anything, so he could only take advantage of Shen Manyi not raising her head and say to the Shen family's eldest disciple with an exaggerated mouth: Come here! Come over here!

The eldest disciple may be blind and cannot move at all.

Shen Manyi is not tall, anyone standing behind her can look down on her head.

Her hair was pitch black but lackluster, and was combed in double twists. The slit in the middle was skewed, and there was a bald patch, with exposed flesh and bloody scabs. It must have been torn apart by pulling.

Sometimes she felt a little cold there, and sometimes there was a dull pain. But more often than not, it’s unconscious, as if we’re used to it.

She was grabbing at the hem of her skirt, trying to remember its original color. Suddenly she felt a hand reach out and lift up the skirt that had slid to her shoulders.

Then, a long thin cotton thread was passed through the fabric. It was as if it were alive and moved very flexibly. It was tied with a knot on both sides and hung up the shaky skirt.

Then it lost its vitality and became an ordinary piece of cotton thread, barely replacing the rotten shoulder strap.

Shen Manyi stared at the cotton thread, stunned for a while, and then raised her head.

Her neck must have been twisted, almost turning over when she raised her head. She giggled, probably trying to scare someone, but found that the person she was scaring was indifferent.

She saw Wen Shi's thin and beautiful chin, and saw his fingers that had just been retracted from the thread. Because she was very tall, she couldn't see her face.

So Shen Manyi's head turned back and hung for a while, then slowly straightened back. During the movement, the bones made a soft cracking sound, which was terrifying.

She turned her head again, glanced behind her, and saw Wen Shi's expressionless face. It had nothing to do with the word gentle, but it was indeed this person who helped her lift her skirt.

Your knot is not as beautiful as Mama Cai's. Shen Manyi said suddenly.

...

There is nothing to say when I hear it. He is not interested in competing with Cai's mother in sewing. After all, for thousands of years, the thread in his hand has only been used for puppet manipulation and strangulation. He is very fierce and has never done such a job.

He had nothing to say to the child, but the other person did - Xie Wen came over meanderingly, bent down and said to Shen Manyi: Tell me, what makes it look as good as your mother Cai's?

Shen Manyi flattened her mouth unhappily, pointed to the rotten shoulder strap and said, This skirt is goose yellow. There should be a bow here. It's very big. Mother Cai made it for me.

Xie Wen nodded, straightened up and said to Wen Shi, There is still a bow tie missing. Tie one for her.

He didn't even raise his eyes when he heard it, and said one word in a deep voice: Get out.

Shen Manyi said dullly: I don't want him to tie it, my bow just fell off.

Xie asked: Where did it fall?

Shen Manyi was silent for a long time and said: I don't know, I have been looking for it. But no one helped me. Mother Cai and Mr. Li were all missing. No one played with me, and no one helped me find it. I can only tell you Play.

Xie asked: When did it fall?

Shen Manyi lowered her head and thought for a while, then slowly raised her head.

She said: When you fold me up.

The room was silent for a moment.

After a while, he suddenly asked, Who broke it?

Shen Manyi's dark eyes suddenly turned to him and stared motionless.

When I heard about it, I asked again: Who folded it?

Shen Manyi opened her mouth. At that moment, her round mouth seemed to say I, but before she could make a sound, he tightened his mouth again. After a long time, she shook her head and said, I don't know.

He frowned when he smelled it.

I? Or my brother?

He always felt that the diary was a bit strange and wanted to confirm it with Shen Manyi. But judging from the shape of her mouth, it may be consistent with the direction of the diary.

I originally thought this might be Shen Manyi's cage. But the way she was hesitating and speaking was restricted, it shouldn't be the case.

At least not entirely.

Could it be another double yellow cage? But if it's a pair of twins, Shen Manyi obviously doesn't have the upper hand, how can she stand here safely?

Questions are questions. Since Shen Manyi came out first, she must be solved first.

I want my bow, I want a beautiful one. Shen Manyi repeated it seriously, her high-pitched voice echoing throughout the room, Why don't Mama Cai and the others come to help me? I've been looking for it for a long time. Yes, why don’t they come?”

No, if he, they don't come, we will come. Seeing that the black air around her was getting stronger and stronger, and her tone of voice became more and more weird, Dadong tightened his grip on his golden-winged roc and said quickly, Let's find , let’s look for it. Don’t worry.”

He hurriedly walked around the room, but he heard Lao Mao say: We just came all the way, and we went through every room, but there were no bows.

Dadong frowned and pointed at him, telling him not to talk nonsense: What if there is still something missing! Don't worry, there are so many people looking for it together, are you afraid that you can't find it?

Lao Mao added: She said she had been looking for it for a long time, but still couldn't find it.