The cannon fodder brother of the son of luck

If the "Tianji Contemplation" can be transformed into form, Song Ningqing has already taken the place of Song Ningqing, piercing Xiao Heng's heart with a sword.

Talk about love!

Talk about love!

"Visualization of Heaven's Mystery" jumped up on Song Ningqing's Lingtai, and the pages turned with rattling noises.The ink characters on the white page came out line by line, but unfortunately it can only restrain Song Ningqing, and can't do anything else!

Song Ningqing was also very flustered, and replied in her spiritual consciousness.

"Does Xiao Heng really mean that? I, am I not mistaken?"

The pages of "Visualization of Heaven's Secrets" flipped and trembled, probably this is the meaning of expressing suffering, exhaustion and wanting to cry.

On the snow-white page, the ink characters appear quickly, and the writing gets bigger and bigger, and finally the strokes almost jump out of the paper.

"...I just want to spit on you."

Song Ningqing frowned, how could he do such a thing to the child he was protecting and coaxing.

"No matter what you think about what Xiao Heng will do in the future, Xiao Heng will not do it. He is a good boy."

"I...Xiao Heng, Xiao Heng has also reached Mu Shaoai's age, and I am full of seniors in the peach blossom fall, I am afraid it is..."

"..."

Song Ningqing was strangely silent, and the "Tianji Visualization Page" immediately shivered.

"Senior Sister A Miao... has become a man."

It was hard for Song Ningqing to speak, and even he was a little hard to accept, not to mention this "Tianji Contemplation?" who thought he was in charge of the world?

Song Ningqing looked at the lines of ink characters on the page that he couldn't understand, and impatiently pointed it with his fingers.

"I want to go out."

"Tianji Guanxiang" jumped out a line of large characters, and then turned the page violently.

"Visualization of Heavenly Secrets" uses a whole page to write Song Ningqing's name to show that his next words are very important.

Song Ningqing was silent for a while, then raised her hand and tried to tear it.

"This thing is probably crazy."

The "Tianji Visualization" page opened, and a fiery air flow passed by. When Song Ningqing opened his eyes again, Xiao Heng had already stood up.

During the long wait, he kept staring at Song Ningqing, but Song Ningqing only lowered his eyelashes slightly and looked at the ground.This is Xiao Heng's familiar posture, whenever Song Ningqing doesn't want to agree with what he does, she will pose in this posture.

Probably... is thinking about how to refuse.

The stars in the young man's eyes gradually faded, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, but then he smiled again.

"...I'm growing up quickly."

Xiao Heng raised his foot to leave, Song Ningqing quickly stood up and pulled Xiao Heng's sleeve.

"Xiaoheng! I think, do you misunderstand..."

"It doesn't matter if senior brother doesn't understand now." Xiao Hengqiang smiled, straightening his back, "I know senior brother only likes to practice swords and watch, and I'm afraid he'll realize it later than me."

Xiao Heng turned around and went back to the room, Song Ningqing stood quietly under the tree alone.Little Sweet Potato and Fat Potato, who were supposed to be asleep on the tree, looked at the scene below without even daring to pant.

"Twitter..."

Little Sweet Potato slapped Fat Potato's furry back with his small wings hesitantly. Fat Potato sighed and put Little Sweet Potato on his mouth and went back to sleep.

Xiao Heng, the fat baby, seemed sad.

However, there was not much time to make Xiao Heng sad, and Patriarch Bai's Skylark flew over to send a message the next day.

"Look at the good things you have done, what a girl has become a man. Come here and be taught by their master!"

The original voice of Yunque imitated Patriarch Bai's tone, Song Ningqing sighed softly, and called Xiao Heng to go to Tingdao Mountain together.

"It's not the brother's fault," Xiao Heng comforted when Xiao Heng and Song Ningqing walked on the long stone steps, "That man is not a three-year-old child, he must have a good idea of ​​what to do."

When Song Ningqing heard Xiao Heng's opening, she thought that Xiao Heng's affairs last night were all right, so she couldn't help showing a springy smile.

"Ah."

Seeing Song Ningqing's smile, Xiao Heng froze for a moment, then turned his head away, the snow-white ears under the long black hair were a little red.

……strange.

Song Ningqing was also reluctant to make a sound, for fear of arousing Xiao Heng's thoughts again, Song Ningqing thought to herself, she is still young.

When the two of them came to the quiet room, the door of the quiet room was wide open.

A young man in a white gown embroidered with red plums stood with his back to them. Hearing footsteps, he turned his head and revealed A Miao's bright and beautiful face.

"coming?"

Song Ning Qing Dynasty A Miao cupped her hands and saluted: "Brother A Miao."

Xiao Heng didn't move, then he seemed to remember something and saluted A Miao.

"Brother A Miao."

A Miao raised her eyebrows slightly, as if she was a little surprised, but she also saluted them back.

"My master and Patriarch Bai are both inside, it's not a big deal. Don't panic."

A Miao comforted, then reached out to Song Ningqing, trying to pull him up.Song Ningqing, on the other hand, found A Miao's outstretched hand after she got on the wooden platform, and thanked her.

Xiao Heng sneered from behind, A Miao didn't care, and turned to enter the inner room.

Su Jiangxian was sitting on the rug and playing chess with Old Ancestor Bai. For the first time, Old Ancestor Bai felt that time was hard to bear. When he saw Song Ningqing and Xiao Heng coming in, he hurriedly put down the chess pieces.

"Look at what you've done!"

"Yes, yes, it's my fault."

"Of course it's all your fault!"

Song Ningqing and Patriarch Bai answered one by one, as if they were familiar with each other after rehearsing in advance.Su Jiangxian looked at it coldly, and put the chess pieces back into the chess box.

"Okay, you guys make me look very unreasonable."

Su Jiangxian beckoned A Miao to come over, raised her hand to pat A Miao's back, her heart ached, her soft and amiable female apprentice, now her back muscles were bulging, as hard as she had been a dock worker for ten years. What is it called?

"Song Ningqing, A Miao likes you, how about you?"

Su Jiangxian asked, while Song Ningqing paused for a while and said.

"Brother A Miao and I, there is indeed no love between men and women." Song Ningqing paused for a while, and then added, "There is no love between men and women."

Standing behind Song Ningqing, Xiao Heng held back his laughter, until the roots of his teeth were almost gnawed. Seeing Patriarch Bai glaring at him, he quickly lowered his head.

"What did the master say, what do I want to do, and who needs permission?"

A Miao laughed, still with a bit of feminine tenderness, but he looked at Song Ningqing firmly.

"It's just thinking clearly and reshaping."

"So," Su Jiangxian tapped the short table on the soft bed lightly with her fingers, "Although I love you dearly, the ancestors of Beiqingluo can't break the rules. After this sword competition, you can't return to Chongming with me. boundary."

"How could this be?!"

Song Ningqing was surprised, looking at A Miao who was smiling at him comfortingly, never thought that there would be such a change.

"Then what do you want?"

Xiao Heng asked suddenly, and Su Jiangxian looked up at him carefully.

"Are you the son of Lord Baichuan?"

"Yes." Xiao Heng replied.

"I think it's as difficult as him, no wonder my A Miao is impatient."

Su Jiangxian looked at this young man who was fatter, but still handsome and graceful.She turned her head to look at Patriarch Bai. Patriarch Bai's beard trembled as he thought about coming.

"Although I can't go back, A Miao is still my beloved disciple. You are my friend for many years. If you can keep Baichuan Jun's son, what about my disciple?"

Patriarch Bai thought for a while and said, "We live in a rough place."

"I don't care." A Miao replied.

"We are all men." Patriarch Bai said again.

"Me too." A Miao replied.

Patriarch Bai said many polite words of refusal back and forth, but A Miao blocked them all.Thinking about it, he was determined, and he was about to get a new moon near the water.

Su Jiangxian clapped her hands, not to let the person who fell into peach blossoms talk again.

"That's it. A Miao is my apprentice in Taohualuo, please take care of me."

With just such a sentence, A Miao showed the most beautiful smile today, and bowed to Song Ningqing.

"Ningqing, we will be able to meet each other often in the future."

Xiao Heng was dazed for a moment, and was about to go forward to pull Song Ningqing away, when he heard someone calling outside the quiet room.

Liu Renbiao had a pale face, and beside him stood a black lacquer box as long as an arm.

"Master, please see me, disciple."

Hearing this, Su Jiangxian stood up and left the quiet room gracefully with A Miao.

"Don't bother you with your work."

Seeing Su Jiangxian and A Miao coming out, Liu Renbiao bowed and saluted, and then went to the quiet room with the black lacquer box.

"what's up?"

Patriarch Bai asked, Song Ningqing frowned slightly, and smelled a bloody smell from the box.

Liu Renbiao said nothing, raised his hand to knock on the black lacquer box, and saw a yellow-haired and white-bellied hamster stuck its head out from under the lacquer box.

Song Ningqing and Xiao Heng looked familiar, like... the little hamster named Osmanthus Cake next to Ye Mang.

Osmanthus Cake's bean-sized eyes were filled with tears. It stretched out its small paws to lay the lacquer box flat, unfastened the buckle, and inside was a... severed hand from the wrist.

The fingers are long and slender, with calluses on the fingertips and the palm of the hand. It should be the skin color of wheat, but now it has lost its blood color and is ice white.There was also a bit of torn cloth in the box, a blue cotton cloth with a few green leaves embroidered on it.

"...Ye Mang..."

Song Ningqing said softly, and saw the sweet-scented osmanthus cake thumping and kneeling on the ground, its little paws imitated others and put it on the ground, its little head hit the ground hard again and again, making a bang bang sound, and its tears fell to the ground one after another .

"Chi... chi... chi!"