The male protagonist of the quick wear is obsessed with me

The autumn wind is dry but carries the scent of mature plants. Clusters of wild chrysanthemums are quietly blooming on the mountain road. They are light purple, golden yellow, pure white, and pale pink. Each one is so special.

Among the withered grass leaves, the colorful wild chrysanthemums, which are different from the withered yellow colors, are so eye-catching.

Wei Mingyu picked a bunch of wild chrysanthemums here and there and held them in her hands, bending down to smell them from time to time. Her leisurely and relaxed demeanor made Wu'an, who was following her, feel a little less reluctant.

Ever since she told them that she wanted to go home and report her safety, Wuxun checked through the clues she gave and found that things were not much different from what she said.

Wuxun has already identified several people as to which minor official's daughter she is, but has not yet confirmed it.

Later, because the girl was in a hurry to go back, Wuxun put the information aside. As for why Wuan sent her out and others did not follow, it was mainly because they were afraid that if they followed, they would not be willing to let her go.

Wuan listens to her the most and will never let her down.

"Brother An, how long will it take?"

"A quarter of an hour."

When Wei Mingyu followed Wu'an to the exit he mentioned, they found that the small courtyard where they had been staying was actually a basin.

It is surrounded by mountains and has cliffs on all sides. Ordinary people cannot reach this place at all.

"How do we get up?" Wei Mingyu looked up at the cliff that was so high that the top was out of sight and asked the young man in black beside him.

Wu An looked at her silently, then said uncomfortably, "Fly up."

Wei Mingyu was surprised: "Use Qinggong?"

Wu An nodded: "Yeah."

She looked around and found no tools. She asked curiously, "So you carried me up there?"

"……Um."

The back of the young man in black, who was as straight as a sword, was a little stiff. He pursed his lips tightly, and the pale skin on his face, which was always covered by a mask, was abnormally red, which could be seen at a glance.

Wei Mingyu glanced at him, then glanced at him again, and Wu'an was so stunned that sweat broke out on his forehead.

After a long while, she asked, "Aren't you leaving?"

Wu An subconsciously avoided her clear eyes, bent down and picked her up as if nothing had happened, his movements as stiff as wood.

But right in front of Wei Mingyu was the tall young man's red earlobes. Looking at Wu'an's expressionless and serious face, she didn't dare to laugh out loud, for fear that the other party would get angry out of shame.

The wind whistled past their ears. After an unknown amount of time, the two finally reached the edge of the cliff.

Wei Mingyu looked down at the cliff curiously and was shocked by its bottomless depth. He also understood how profound Wu'an's inner strength was.

His face wasn't red and he wasn't out of breath.

There was a city nearby, which was small but had everything needed. Wei Mingyu refused Wuan's request to continue sending her and turned into an inn.

The young man in black stood downstairs of the inn for a long time, and finally left amid the strange looks of passers-by.

After Wei Mingyu saw Wu'an leave, he followed a caravan that was about to leave the city. He didn't have any destination he wanted to go to, so he decided to just walk.

There were people along the way who saw that she was lonely and easy to bully and wanted to come up and cause trouble for her, but they were all beaten up and thrown out of the carriage.

……

Two months later, at the border between Yanyuan and Jingxiang, a caravan that had traveled a long distance stopped and started making a fire to cook.

"Girl, do you want to warm yourself by the fire?" The ugly old woman approached an old carriage and asked softly.

Soon, the girl's soft voice came from the carriage, "Thank you, but no thanks."

"Then come find me if you need me."

After saying that, the old woman walked towards the bonfire in the middle of the caravan. When she got closer, she shook her head at a thin old man.

"How cautious! Just drop her off in the next city to avoid any accidents."

"it is good."

Wei Mingyu leaned back in the carriage, listening to their conversation with a blank expression.

After leaving Wu Yue and the others, she had been with several caravans, and every time there were people who overestimated their own abilities and tried to bully a little girl like her.

No matter what the other party's purpose is, no one who dares to step forward can walk out with all five limbs intact.

Of course, Wei Mingyu did not do nothing in the past two months. She contacted all the forces left by the original owner in various places. However, most people saw that her power was declining and had the intention of rebellion, so there were not many people who could be used.

Seeing that she couldn't fulfill the original owner's wish in a short time, she decided to purify the remaining two people with foul air first.

Thinking of this, she touched her forehead. The remaining two sides of the hexahedron were black and emitted a dim light. Two gray traces that were invisible to others floated out from it.

The gray trails that had just appeared and were tangled together stretched out into the distance, in the direction where the convoy was heading.

After a few more days, the caravan stopped in Xiangcheng, a large city in Jingxiang State, preparing to trade with local merchants.

Wei Mingyu got off the carriage, squinted his eyes slightly at the old woman who was about to come over, turned around and walked into the crowd, and did not come back until dark.

Opposite the gate of a magnificent wealthy family, two ragged and skinny beggars sat in the corner, leaning against each other for warmth.

"Xiao Qi, don't sleep. Let's go beg for food when someone comes out. Then today will be better." The boy who was covered in black and smelly patted the boy next to him who had his eyes half closed and seemed to be asleep.

"...Okay, Xiaoyan, I won't sleep anymore." The young man called Xiaoqi opened his mouth slightly, and his hoarse voice sounded as unpleasant as a knife scratching stone. However, when he opened his eyes, his clear eyes with distinct black and white were unusually conspicuous.

Xiaoyan frowned as she looked at the festering wounds on Xiaoqi's body. They had no money to buy medicine, and now it was winter, all the wild herbs outside the city had died, and there was no way to bring them back to replace them like before.

At this moment, the door of the courtyard opposite suddenly opened, and two wealthy young men in brocade robes walked out chatting and laughing, followed by several servants serving them.

The thin boy could tell that he was a young master from a wealthy family. His eyes became gloomy for a while, he gritted his teeth and prepared to rush forward, but was stopped by someone.

"Don't go, Xiaoyan. They will beat people to death."

The young lady of this wealthy family is kind-hearted and will give some food to beggars when she sees them, so they dare to stay here. But if it were a young master, it would be different. If he saw a beggar blocking the road, he might order his men to beat him up, and he had even beaten someone to death before.

"If I don't go, there will be nothing to eat today." Xiaoyan touched her stomach. They hadn't eaten for three days, and the weather was getting colder and colder. If they continued like this, they might not survive the winter.