When I Abandoned the Protagonist

    Su Mingxiu opened her eyes slightly.

    The smell of roasted cumin came from the tip of my nose, and I saw that I was still thumping my limbs, ready to roll on the wicker to make myself more delicious, and finally couldn't help but say again: "Nonsense. !"

    The cold voice stopped the little **** the willow branch.

    Guimian couldn't tell her emotions, thought she was angry, and immediately stopped moving. But the porcelain jar in his hand was still tilted, and the aroma in the house became stronger for a while, and the smell of cumin and pepper almost stained Su Ming's embroidered clothes.

    Because Guimian was teased when he caught the succubus before, so he didn't set up the barrier, but now he heard the sound from outside, someone shouted drunkenly: "Go next door and see, they are in What are you roasting! How delicious!"

    Little Er, who was running errands on the stage, got the order, and when he came here, he wondered, he remembered that there were no guests in this house, could it be that a thief entered?

    With such thoughts in mind, Xiao Er opened the door without thinking, and saw a frosty face standing beside the carved window railing, and in front of her there was a fire, on the fire… Hold a person.

      Then you know what kind of immortal this is, and I am afraid that it is a mountain spirit and wild monster from nowhere.

    His heels slammed on the threshold, and the distinguished guest next door was still urging him to say the delicious name here, when he heard the voice, his pupils shrank, and his throat said dryly: "Baking, in... roasting..."

    Bake people!

    Su Mingxiu's eyebrows moved slightly, and immediately let the young man make a sound in his mind, and then passed out without saying a word.

    Afterwards, there was a light mist outside the door, causing mortals to walk here, and they were all obstructed by the mist, even the drunk man who originally called to beg for food from the next door, also instantly Forget what happened before.

    Tick, tick.

    The furry puppy stuck out the tip of his tongue in exhaustion.

    "Master..." She asked vaguely, "Am I not familiar yet?"

    "Uh..." Su Mingxiu was a bit dumbfounded when asked.

    She stared at the little **** the fire with a complicated expression, and was stared at by the clear eyes on the tender face, which easily made people feel trusted, she had to look away, Thinking of the symptoms of this succubus, he asked indifferently, "Is it hot?"

    Going to sleep Baba nodded, thinking that this would allow her to let herself go.

    After a while, the person who asked the question whispered that he was confused, cast a spell to put away the fire beam, loosened the wicker, and waved the tea cup and cup on the table not far away, Suspended in front of sleep.

    The person who was released was disheveled and had some dark marks on his face, but he touched it carelessly. Under Su Mingxiu's gesture, he picked up the tea cup and slammed the inside Drink all the water.

    "Is it still hot?"

    Her master asked another question.

    Guimian thought about it seriously, raised his hand and compared his little finger, "It's still so...hot."

    So.

    Su Mingxiu moved her fingertips slightly, grabbed the willow branch she casually folded by the moat, and rolled it around her waist. The next moment, the little girl was lifted and thrown out of the window. —

    "Three laps around town."

    Su Mingxiu said coldly.

    Midnight.

    The voice of beating men came from the streets and alleys, and the whole city was quiet, except for the lively Hualiu Lane.

    At this time, a slender figure with a pale face and no strength was lying on the side of the alley. But when he looked at the figure beside him, there was no resentment or hatred in his eyes, and he only replied seriously: "Master, I... run away."

    Su Mingxiu estimated that the poison was almost the same. She wanted to take the person directly back to Lingyu Mountain, but Guimian did not understand how to complain about the hard work. Still unbearable.

    Because she was unfamiliar with this town, she picked up the collar of her sleep and chose a nearby place to live.

    At first glance, Su Mingxiu thought she had fallen into a ball of wool.

    The woman who led the way also covered her face with a fan and smiled, met her cold eyes, and explained with a low smile: "Oh, this is left by the previous guest, that guest likes it It's really special, if my sister doesn't like it, I'll let someone come to collect it."

    Su Mingxiu stared at the sleeper she was holding in her hands, thinking expressionlessly, now that her thin body can withstand the ice and snow on the top of Lingyu Mountain for one night as a result of.

    The conclusion is no.

    So she rejected the other party coldly, and after closing the door, she was about to raise her hand to burn these red threads to ashes. Just as she raised her hand, the sleepy sleep that had just been put down took a step forward, just in time He threw himself on the messy thread, like being stuck on a spider web, and spread his hands and feet in mid-air, just to be supported.

    As if she felt that she didn't have to go to the bed by herself when she was leaning on, so the little girl Guimian turned over again, leaning on the chaotic red lines in the air, facing Su Mingxiu , asked Su Mingxiu curiously: "Master, what is this?"

      Laugh and cry when it's time to cry.

    Su Ming’s embroidery has a high level of cultivation, and he didn’t have to practice like a mortal, but now I see Guimian laying in bed and not sleeping, tinkering with the red thread here, slender white wrists and ankles They were all traces of the red line. He closed his eyes subconsciously, exhaled a cloud of turbid air, and said softly, "Dirty things."

    She said, "Stay away."

    Guimian was very convinced of her words, and when she heard that it was dirty, he left with all his strength, walked softly to the door, opened the door and told the people nearby to bring water in, wanting to touch the Wash the dirty things yourself.

    The sound of water splashing in the room came through the screen, disturbing Su Ming's embroidery practice.

      , to activate the residual injury again.

      Lighten up a bit.

    She set up a barrier around her to block all sounds from the outside world, and concentrated on her practice.

    The moon was streaming in from the window until midnight.

    The person sitting on the wooden chair opened her eyes slightly, and as soon as she exhaled, she saw a very focused gaze staring at her outside her enchantment. She was stunned at first, then turned around God came, evacuated the enchantment and asked, "What's the matter?"

    Yawned countless times, and was trying to hold back her sleepiness for a while, and she met her inky eyes, her face pressed against the table, and replied softly, "Senior sisters said..."

    "There is an enchantment, which means that the people inside must be well protected."

    Su Mingxiu's eyelashes trembled.

    She moved her throat slightly, and suddenly wanted to reach out to touch the other person's neck, and asked, why is her vocal cords so hoarse as if they had been injured?

    But thinking of the system in her mind, Su Mingxiu just lowered her eyelashes and replied coldly, "I don't need your protection."

    Guimian took all her words as a guide, and nodded obediently, "Oh, I remember."

    After a pause, she said, "I won't be like this next time, Master, don't be angry."

    Guimian also remembered that those senior sisters said that if the disciples’ words were refuted by the masters, it was because they lacked understanding and misunderstood the meaning, and the masters who found themselves accepting stupid disciples , will be angry.

    "I..."

    Su Mingxiu wanted to say that she was not angry, but when she thought of returning to sleep and now she was ignorant of all the emotions and desires, it must be difficult to tell the little guy apart, so it was hard to say something, but she didn't finish.

    The person who was so sleepy that he was too lazy to lift his head from the table was reflected in her eyes. After a while, she urged softly, "Aren't you going to rest?"

    Guimian rubbed her eyes and got up from the table, scratching the wounds she had made during the day, the wounds under her clothes quickly scabbed over, but it was very itchy.

    With a big movement, a red thread fell from her sleeve inadvertently. Guimian followed the movement and looked at the table, suddenly remembered something, picked up the red thread and handed it to Su Mingxiu .

    The tone is still as serious as ever, "I told them just now that they were dirty, so they replaced them with new ones."

    Afterwards, she asked Su Mingxiu cautiously, "Master, how do you use the new one?"

    The little girl naively regarded this thing as a necessary thing for human beings, and this posture of breaking the casserole to the end gave Su Mingxiu a rare headache.

    In the face of such a pure heart, the explanations of those pickled sang can't explain a word.

    She looked down at the red line for a while, and finally reached out to take the red line, plain white fingertips carelessly tied the ends of the end, and then opened the red line, fingertips During the flip, the beautiful rope bridge was flipped out.

    The little girl sitting across from her stared at her, thinking that this was an important cultivation method, and tried her best to remember it.

    After a while, she pulled out the same rope bridge with the red thread that Su Mingxiu handed back, and looked at her eagerly again.

    Su Ming Embroidery: “…”

    Inexplicably, she raised her hand to pick up the flower rope, and then relying on countless changing patterns, she actually spent the night with Guimian in this room.

    The following afternoon.

    Hua Liu Alley was extraordinarily quiet, but the street market outside was bustling, with the clamor of vendors everywhere.

    Su Mingxiu guessed that she had made up her sleep after returning to sleep, and then woke up and prepared to leave the town and return to Lingyu Mountain.

    The little girl yawned and followed her with her head down, not forgetting to reattach the red thread from last night. Tie it around your wrist.

    Now that looming wrist falls into the eyes of the guide last night.

    The woman was also sleepy, and when she caught a glimpse of the latter shock, she glanced at Su Mingxiu's back in amazement, and then at the return to sleep who was still yawning and yawning. His eyes were full of grief:

    I never imagined that there would be such a beastly woman in the world.

    Looking at Xianfeng Daogu, maybe it is a guy who cultivates some sorcery!

    She has a lot of knowledge and knows that there are interesting people among women and women in this world. But the baby who followed her was not very old, and the red line in the room last night was not enough, and the child even asked her for a ball.

    And it's so ridiculous!

    That's all, I still leave this mark on the child...

    His.

    She glanced at Su Mingxiu's profile again, thinking, she really is the more beautiful woman, the more poisonous her heart is.

    Bah!