When Shen Lie saw this wooden box, he recognized it immediately.
"Uncle Liu gave me another one," Xia Zhaoyi said, turning sideways and handing the small box in his hand to Shen Lie, "I kept it because I thought I would give it to you personally when I saw you again, but as soon as I came to Xucheng, I met this person. I have forgotten many things."
Shen Lie looked at the small box that was exactly the same as before, and reached out to take it.
"A dog's nose is more sensitive than mine," Xia Zhaoyi said again, "What I smell on you is still the fragrance of Du Ruo Orchid made by Brother Du Xuan, but the smell of this spice is very small. It can smell Come on, I can't. But don't you like the spice?"
Shen Lie's fingers with distinct knuckles gently rubbed the small black wooden box, and he suddenly smiled handsomely and looked at the girl: "I'm afraid of running out, and I'm afraid that I won't be able to enjoy it anymore in the future, so I save."
Xia Zhaoyi also smiled: "So, you like it."
"I... love it so much." Shen Lie's voice was slightly solemn.
Xia Zhaoyi's bright eyes darkened: "Don't be afraid, Uncle Liu told me that this spice will only belong to me from now on, and I will only give it to you, so it will belong to you."
Shen Lie unconsciously clenched the small wooden box, his dark eyes filled with great joy: "Then, did Mr. Liu He tell me what this spice is called?"
"I didn't ask, otherwise, would you choose one?"
"You give it to me, and you take it."
"Bye bye," Zhili stood up from the table, "Brother Shen, my senior sister gave this puppy Little Big Fat, which shows her skill in naming it. Don't let her choose it."
Xia Zhaoyi raised his eyebrows and looked towards Zhili.
Zhi Li hurriedly sat down and looked at her obediently.
"Before, your senior sister was older than your senior sister. Since Shen Lie came, you seem to have become Shen Lie's younger brother?" Xia Zhaoyi said.
"No," Zhili said with an aggrieved look on his face, "Little Big Fat's name is really not nice to hear, and it's also hard to pronounce."
"When you grow up, you will become fat, and you will not be speechless."
"Woof woof woof!" the little puppy barked at Zhi Li, seeming to like the name.
"It's really nerve-wracking." Zhili held his cheek.
"Ah Li, just take one." Shen Lie said, his clear and deep eyes looking intently at the girl in front of him.
Xia Zhaoyi thought for a while, and her eyes fell on a book on the desk, called "Pu Bo Ji". She was too busy, so she only opened a few pages, and she really liked the way of life conveyed in it.
"How about shouting and smiling?" Xia Zhaoyi looked at Shen Lie.
"Laughing right?"
"No matter what happens in the future, you and I will laugh it off, laugh at all difficulties, laugh at life, and laugh at the world."
"Okay," Shen Lie nodded and said with a smile, "it's called Xiao Dui."
"It sounds better than Little Big Fatty." Zhili said.
"Woof woof woof!" the little puppy barked at him again.
Xia Zhaoyi was amused.
After eating the noodles, Shen Lie wanted her to rest more because she was going to Xizhou Mansion tomorrow, so she didn't talk any more and Zhili followed her away.
When Xia Zhaoyi came back after washing up, Butler Zeng had sent someone to tidy up the table.
Xia Zhaoyi closed the door, and the little fat boy came over at some unknown time, raising his front paws and gently scratching the instep of her shoes.
Xia Zhaoyi knelt down and stretched out her hand, and the little fat paw rested on her palm.
"It's not good today," Xia Zhaoyi looked at it, "and yelled at people."
"Woooo..." the little fat man warned.
Xia Zhaoyi smiled: "I'm going to bed. See you tomorrow."
He patted it on the forehead with the palm of his hand.
As she passed, Little Fatty ran behind happily, spreading his paws.
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At dawn, an ox cart slowly stopped at the foot of Leikuigang Mountain in the east of Jixing Mountain.
There is an isolated village in Leikuigang. Due to the increasing number of cemeteries and the frequent incidents of tiger attacks, farmers in the village have gradually moved away.
The fodder behind the bullock cart was taken away, and a seriously injured man was lying inside.
The two coachmen lifted the man and walked towards the isolated village.
The old but solid wooden door was suddenly pushed open by someone, and several people who were waiting anxiously in the room quickly got up.
Two coachmen helped the injured man to the door.
Someone from the house quickly came out, looked around, and then closed the wooden door from the inside.
The person being supported was seriously injured. As soon as he was placed on the recliner, the tense muscles around his body immediately relaxed, and he gasped for air.
One person hurriedly took out the medicine box, tore open the clothes of the injured person, raised his head and asked, "Is the witch injured?"
"People from the government," said a coachman.
"If she was injured, how could he still be alive?" another driver said.
"What about the other people in the city?" another person asked.
The two coachmen looked disgusted, then calmed down and said, "They are all dead."
"All, all dead?" Everyone was shocked.
"Either you die in the hands of that witch's accomplices, or you die in the hands of the government. It's impossible to escape from the dragnet."
There was movement in the back room.
Everyone looked towards the worn and faded partition curtains.
A pair of black and yellow hands opened the curtain, and a lean man in his forties came out respectfully supporting an old man.
The old man was thin, tall and energetic, wearing a worn-out off-white Taoist robe, with a clean Taoist head erect, but on his feet was a pair of particularly eye-catching and abrupt embroidered shoes.
When they saw the old man, everyone in the room respectfully called him: "Taoist Master."
"Except for you three, everyone else is dead?" the old man said.
A coachman bowed his head in discomfort: "Yes."
"Where's Uncle Egg?"
"He was also taken away."
"Capture him?" The old man frowned, "So, he may not necessarily be dead."
"The other party acted swiftly and ruthlessly, so it seems more likely than not."
The old man laughed and said sarcastically: "He doesn't like killing, but he has a principle of not killing. He taught him a disciple, but he is full of murderers and is full of evil."
As he said that, the old man looked at the man beside him: "What good ideas do you have?"
The man being questioned had a gloomy face, and his thin, tan face had no color at all. It was only when the old man looked at it that the man's features became gentle.
Everyone looked at him, and some showed disdain and contempt.
The man I found just three months ago looked to be in his forties, but he was said to be in his early thirties.
His personality was at odds with most of theirs. When he first arrived, he was hunted down so hard that he didn't eat for several days, like a dog in distress.
But it is this kind of person who, on the second day after arriving, starts to order others to do things, and insults them if they don't go their way at all.
He also prides himself on having some literary talent. Although he does not deliberately show off, he will definitely show it off if he encounters an opportunity.
However, they didn't like him, but they couldn't do anything about him. This person called the old man his foster father. It is said that the old man got his name from him, and called him Quan Jiuwei.
The old man's question made Quan Jiuwei think for a moment and said: "If Master Dan of Lingchuan Taoist Temple or Master Pei of Yuanhe Sect give them to..."
"It's hard to deal with." The old man shook his head.
"Then, attack her Xia Family Army."
"Easy to say." The old man sneered.
"We are not moving, we are following and leading Song Zhiyi and Emperor Xuan Yan's people away."
The old man said no more and fell into deep thought.
Of course it wasn't because of his thoughtful suggestion, the old man still thought he was naive.
