Chapter 67 The hero finally attacks the dog
"you……"
Nan Wuyan was so angry that he almost couldn't stand still, "That's not what we said just now!"
"There's nothing I can do." Song Zhexia shrugged. "You both want it, but flint is really scarce."
She spread her hands and said, "This is the situation. The specific situation depends on the circumstances."
Bai Ruoshui seemed to have been smoothed over by Lao Liu, and no emotion was left in her heart. She took out her spirit stones and began to draw the lottery with a face full of resentment, "Let's draw, we at Yuxiao Pavilion don't need this little money!"
Nan Wuyan's mouth was crooked with anger. He looked at the two figures reflected in the crystal and clearly saw the three big words "sucker" on it.
His teeth were nearly broken by his own biting. He wanted to continue bargaining but was afraid that Bai Ruoshui would have used up all the flints, so he had no choice but to squeeze over and draw spirit stones with him.
Song Zhexia stretched lazily at a leisurely pace. Seeing that the two elders Qiqing and Minglai were still standing by, he turned around and went out for a walk.
Turtle was lying on her shoulder. When he looked back, he saw that the two people were having a great time drawing lots. He asked casually, "How many flints are left?"
Song Zhexia: "Including the ones in the space bag, there are only about 500 cars."
Turtle: [……]
You are a real profiteer.
The sky above was bright and clear, and the golden gauze-like color made the girl look even more radiant and charming. Song Zhexia put her hands behind her back and walked towards the back mountain contentedly, "I haven't fed the guard dog today. I have to go see if it misses me."
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You really know how to have fun by naming the dog after the male protagonist.
Seeing her heartless appearance, Guigui opened his mouth to remind her: [You have been busy looking after the dog these days and have not even looked at the hero. ]
Song Zhexia raised an eyebrow and asked, "What's so fun about Wei Jinyou?"
[The Wei dog can let me touch his butt, lick my hand, and even bark a few times to make me happy. Can he do that?]
Wei Jinyou:?
Noticing the boy's icy eyes, the blood python wanted to dig a hole and bury itself in it.
He didn't know whether the black dog thought about this woman or not.
But his master definitely missed this woman.
It had only blinked for a moment when Wei Jinyou glanced over and said coldly, "Why are you looking at me?"
Blood Python: "...I squint."
The young man snorted coldly and said in a dark voice, "Bring the dog here."
Blood Python:?
"Master, are you planning to take action against that dog?"
The boy looked up impatiently, his voice even colder than before, "When did you become so talkative?"
"……Yes."
The blood python said: "I will go and catch the dog for you right away."
...
It was a rare good day, but the martial arts training ground in the back mountain was empty. Looking carefully, only Mo Bugui was standing on the edge of the cliff and sighed depressedly, "They say that a leap from the Qianqiu Yuling Peak can relieve all worries, but I have already jumped seven times, why am I still in so much pain?"
When Song Zhexia heard his words, the corners of his mouth twitched heavily.
Brother, is it possible that you are immortal?
She looked at Mo Bugui's frowning brows and said comfortingly, "Second Brother, we should be positive and optimistic. See more of the world, and your mood may be much better."
After hearing her words, Mo Bugui raised his head and looked into the distance. His pupils lit up in an instant, and he flew over excitedly, "Yes, the tree on the opposite mountain looks suitable for hanging."
Song Zhexia: “…”
There is no normal person in this sect. This sect is doomed.
As she was shaking her head and sighing, a vicious female voice suddenly sounded from behind her, "Ugly!"
Song Zhexia's eyes darkened slightly and he turned around to look.
Seven or eight tall female practitioners in goose yellow Taoist robes appeared in the center of the training ground. The woman in the front seemed to be their leader. She had a gloomy face and was raising her hand to slap the girl on the ground.
"Snapped--"
Her grip was so strong that the girl's face soon became swollen, and the purple birthmark on her left cheek looked even more horrifying.
The woman seemed to be still unsatisfied and kicked the girl in the abdomen. "You ugly thing, you're the one who made my skirt dirty!"
"I'm sorry..." The girl closed her eyes softly, her voice as low as a mosquito's.
"Ah."
The woman obviously didn't intend to let her go. She grabbed her hair and pushed her to the ground, saying fiercely, "Is sorry any use? I kicked you and even made my shoes dirty!"
The girl frowned, her lips turned pale, and her forehead felt burning. She reached out and touched it, and found a scar there.
With tears in her eyes, she curled up, wiped the blood from her forehead, and begged for mercy in a weak voice: "I really didn't mean it. I am willing to compensate you..."
"You are so poor, and you think you can afford to pay for my shoes and skirt?"
The woman crossed her arms in front of her chest with a sarcastic smile on her face. She looked at the girl lying on the ground like a dog, rolled her eyes slightly, and sneered: "How about this, ugly bastard, you lick the soles of our shoes clean, and I will spare you, how about that?"
Hearing her say this, several people around her also covered their mouths and laughed, looking at the girl on the ground, mocking: "Senior Sister Qing is really kind, this skirt and shoes are new ones you bought, and you let her go so easily."
"Have no idea."
Nan Qing sneered, "Who told me not to check the almanac before going out today, and encountered such an unlucky thing."
Hearing this, the girl's face turned pale and she stammered, "I, I didn't mean to bump into you just now. You bumped into me..."
When she said that, Nan Qing's mouth twitched fiercely, and she stretched out her hand to press on the girl's forehead, pulling a few strands of her hair, and said viciously, "Oh, you ugly thing, are you blaming me now?"
Just when Nan Qing was about to teach the girl a lesson, she was suddenly hit hard on the head and almost fell.
She picked up the turtle shell and turned around angrily: "Who is it?"
"Ouch."
Song Zhexia yawned, her tone as gentle as always, "Sisters, did you not check the almanac before going out today? I wonder if you would run into me."
"Someone from Qianqiu Pavilion?" After seeing Song Zhexia's attire, Nan Qing curled her lips in disgust, "So you're a deadbeat. I was wondering why you smell so poor."
Song Zhexia raised her eyebrow slightly, "Hey, my sister said that we are deadbeats. It seems a bit unworthy of this reputation if we don't collect some tolls, don't you think?"
“Shameless!” The women behind Nan Qing were shaking with anger. “How can someone rob someone so openly?!”
"Isn't it already there?"
Song Zhexia smiled sweetly in return, her red lips slightly parted, and her voice was soft and sweet, "After all, not every madman can enter our sect's territory. You have to pay for every step you take."
Nan Qing instantly got angry and yelled at Song Zhexia: "You stupid girl, say that again?!"
But before she could get angry, she was hit hard on the knee. The pain made her lose balance and she knelt on the ground.
"Eh."
Song Zhexia looked down at her, her eyebrows curved, and she smiled and said, "Sister, since you are here, you are still so polite. I feel embarrassed."