Cannon fodder can become a god if she dies a hundred times

Among them there was a very beautiful hairpin, which naturally ended up on Zhang Xianxian's head.

There were also some snacks, which also went into Zhang Xianxian's stomach.

Zhang Xianxian feels that she has gained some weight recently, but it doesn’t matter. Body anxiety is nothing but a bubble. She should just eat and drink as she pleases.

However, the housekeeper mentioned that "the eldest lady has become a little rounder recently." When he said that, Bai Ze was drinking soup and sprayed it all over Zhang Xianxian's face.

Seeing that Bai Ze hadn't caused any trouble in the past few days, Zhang Xianxian lowered her clenched fists and said, "Brother, you should pay attention to your meals~"

Somehow, Bai Ze always felt that the temperature around him was a little cold, so he decided to put on more clothes later.

The housekeeper noticed that the young master had not been out recently, "Young master, the students in Yanbo Tower miss you a little. How about going to see them today?"

Zhang Xianxian suddenly felt that this housekeeper had the potential to be a brothel owner.

Seeing that Bai Ze was unmoved, the housekeeper winked at Zhang Xianxian frantically.

"Well, brother, since so many people miss you, why not go for a walk? After all, we haven't seen each other for a long time." Zhang Xianxian finally wiped her face clean.

Bai Ze then nodded.

The butler added ten more guards to Bai Ze to prevent the last assassination incident from happening again.

This time when Bai Ze went out, he was surrounded by guards, and there were fewer girls.

And the most important thing is that Bai Ze finally did not walk to help the girl like he did before, but arranged a sedan chair. Along the way, Zhang Xianxian and Bai Ze briefly explained the structure of Yanbo Tower.

The owner behind Yanbo Tower is unknown, but it is famous in Yong'an City for gathering a large number of students and for the fact that first-hand poems and songs are usually promoted by Yanbo Tower.

The first floor is where ordinary students gather. Admission is charged for floors above the second floor. The second floor houses many books. The third floor is a place for playing chess. The fourth floor is where painting enthusiasts gather. The fifth floor is a meeting area. Because of its good privacy, many dignitaries like to come here. The sixth floor is a place for playing the piano and composing music. The seventh floor is where students recite poems and write couplets.

Bai Ze really likes the feeling of being a fairy, and he plays the flute very well. Especially when he is in a good mood, he will wear white clothes and play the flute in a restaurant, charming thousands of girls.

Zhang Xianxian took out a flute and motioned for Bai Ze to play it to see if he could do it using muscle memory.

It was obvious that the young master had indeed forgotten, and the sound of the flute was almost like the neighing of a horse, so I asked the young master which floor he wanted to go to play.

Bai Ze said that he would go with his sister, and his sister could go to whichever floor she wanted.

Zhang Xianxian was not interested in any floor. Anyway, the housekeeper's goal was to let the young master go out for a walk, so she took the young master to the sixth floor. Maybe seeing others playing the piano and composing music would remind him of something.

As soon as he entered Yanbo Tower, all the students gathered around to greet Bai Ze.

Bai Ze was a little impatient, but at Zhang Xianxian's signal, he returned the gift to the student.

After the two of them walked upstairs, the students began to discuss who was next to Bai Ze and why Bai Ze seemed to listen to that girl.

Zhang Xianxian unexpectedly discovered that the servants passing by were particularly respectful to Bai Ze. Could this guy be the owner of Yanbo Tower? She had discovered another little secret. I thought he would not kill her after he recovered his memory. Brother Dachuan, when will you come? I would rather die in front of you!

"By the way, where is Qi Dachuan? Why hasn't he come to see me yet?" Zhang Xianxian asked Xiaobu.

"Master, there are some things to deal with in the demon world, and the hero cannot get away for the time being." Xiaobu checked Qi Dachuan's page.

"Then how can I complete the mission? They are not of the same species. Don't tell me that I have to practice magic before I can see Dachuan." Zhang Xianxian felt that this mission was a bit difficult.

"There is only one example of Ugly Cry changing species around me, and it's not even an example of becoming a demon." Zhang Xianxian felt even more uncomfortable when she thought about it.

"Master, there will always be a turning point. Don't be sad, don't be anxious~" As an advanced system, it would be terrible if I didn't know whether the master would beat me or not. I quickly logged off.

"Master, the energy in the human world is insufficient. I will log off first." Zhang Xianxian was left with a pitch-black screen.

Zhang Xianxian wanted to say a swear word but she didn't know whether she should say it or not.

Seeing Zhang Xianxian's face full of unhappiness, Bai Ze also felt a little uncomfortable. Could it be that she was scared by the beautiful flute sound he just played?

This shouldn't be the case. She didn't react at all when I appeared in front of her covered in blood. How could she not react to a flute? !

Two people with different thoughts walked into the sixth floor. When everyone saw the Prime Minister's son coming, they all stood up to greet him. However, there was one person who still didn't pay any attention to this side and kept writing and drawing.

Zhang Xianxian discovered that there was finally an outsider, and hurried over to see what he was doing.

After confirming with his eyes that it was a bunch of cryptic scribbles that he couldn't understand, he instantly lost interest.

Bai Ze, on the other hand, was watching with great interest, and would make sounds of praise from time to time.

Zhang Xianxian wondered if this young master's muscle memory was focused on pretending, and that even if he had lost his memory, he still remembered to pretend.

Bai Ze also pointed to a place and said that it could be made smoother.

The man thought about it carefully and realized that it was true. Then he looked up and saw that it was the eldest son of the Prime Minister's Mansion. He quickly stopped writing and came to greet him.

Bai Ze symbolically helped him up and let him continue composing.

Zhang Xianxian whispered in Bai Ze's ear, "Do you remember?"

"I just remembered something and felt that place was a little weird." Bai Ze shrugged.

Zhang Xianxian looked up and down at Bai Ze with suspicion and said, "Okay, I'll act with you."

"Brother, I don't think there's anything interesting here. Let's go eat something. You've lost a lot of weight recently." Since Yanbo Tower belongs to this young master, he might have some information to pass on, but it might not be to your liking.

But what she didn't know was that Bai Ze had already obtained the information he needed, so he naturally let her do whatever she wanted.

After coming out of Yanbo Tower, Zhang Xianxian wanted to eat roasted lamb, so she went to a restaurant and asked, "Give me a roasted lamb!"

"Sister, can the two of us finish one?" Bai Ze looked at Zhang Xianxian's small body and wondered when she could eat so much.

"Pack it up if you can't finish it. Do you have any objection?" Zhang Xianxian raised her eyebrows.

Bai Ze now feels a little regretful. Why did he pretend to have amnesia? He really found a good sister for himself!

Never mind, she is still of some use now, and the people behind this are probably also looking for her identity.

After Zhang Xianxian had eaten and drunk her fill, she signaled Bai Ze to pay.

Seeing Zhang Xianxian wolfing down the food and not wiping her mouth of oil after finishing, I regretted it even more.