Mu Jinhan stopped in embarrassment, turned around and carried the candied haws stand on the man's shoulder, and walked to the little beggar closest to him.
He picked off two bunches of candied haws on a stick and leaned over and handed them to the little beggar sitting on the ground, "Here, sister, treat you to some candied haws on a stick. It's delicious! I guarantee you'll like it."
The little beggar took it without any hesitation and started eating it, gobbling it up.
"Eat slowly! Don't choke! I'll buy more for you if it's not enough!"
Mu Jinhan freed up a hand to stroke the little beggar's back, helping him calm down without hesitation.
"Everyone come and eat! It's really delicious!"
The result can be imagined. Although there are not many people in the hall and the food is unlimited, the number of candied haws is limited.
Mu Jinhan yelled and threatened, telling Chu Nanxi to stay and wait for Chang Luqiu while he went to buy some delicious food.
Chu Nanxi didn't insist anymore. He didn't have to worry about her safety as there were secret guards protecting her.
Mu Jinhan ran back to the ruined temple for the fifth time. Finally, he was too tired. This time he made up his mind to rest in the inner room.
"Wuya jumped off the cliff that day, do you think he survived?" A voice came faintly from the inner room.
Boundless?
Mu Jinhan held his breath and pressed his body against the door alertly, not going in.
"I dare not jump to conclusions. I will take orders to investigate."
Jiujiu Chu Nanxi said in a deep voice: "If it is a corpse, burn it on the spot."
"Yes. I am resigning."
Outside the door, a dry wind was blowing. It was clearly June, but Mu Jinhan felt a chill.
She did not move. When the guardian Zuo of Xiaoyao Palace passed by her, his steps slowed down significantly. Finally, he gave her a deep look and left.
It was Zaozi who used to work as a handyman in Shangzhenglou.
Mu Jinhan chuckled lightly and walked in with light feet.
Mu Jinhan looked at the person in front of him with menacing eyes.
There was only a hint of strangeness in Chu Nanxi's eyes before she regained her composure and remained calm.
"Is it you? Did you kill Wuya?" His tone was as light as the autumn wind, without a hint of resentment, and it was as cold as a sliver of warmth.
"Ahan..." Chu Nanxi called out calmly, with an expression like a child who was distracted in class and gave a blank response.
Mu Jinhan tried to make his heart calmer and more rational.
"I don't care what identity you have or what ambitions you have. I can listen to your explanation if this matter has nothing to do with you."