[69 Book Bar - www.] "Little sister, don't be afraid, I'm really not a bad person," Suorou moved closer to Nangong Xiran and gently took away the quilt that was tightly wrapped around her body.
Kai, "Think about it, if I were a bad person, would I help you kill the ghosts who are trying to eat your flesh and drink your blood?"
"So you are not a bad person?" Nangong Xiran frowned slightly and relaxed his vigilance slightly, "Then why did you save me?"
"Do I need a reason to save you?" Suorou stretched out her hand to Nangong Xiran to show her kindness, "I, Suorou, am a chivalrous woman no matter what, how can I still watch you being bullied by ghosts?
Are you going to stand by and watch?”
"Chivalrous woman?" Nangong Xiran looked up at Suorou and found that she did indeed look a bit heroic. Maybe she was really the legendary chivalrous woman who drew her sword to help when there was injustice on the road.
"Thank you for saving me," Nangong Xiran asked in a low voice, "Sister Rou, can I call you that?"
"Sister Rou?" Suo Rou shook her head slightly. It seemed that someone had called her this title a long time ago, but that person was no longer there.
"Okay," Suorou retracted her thoughts. She didn't want to remember the past anymore, because the past had passed and she couldn't go back if she recalled it. All that was left was sadness and regret.
"Sister Rou, my name is Nangong Xiran, you can just call me Xiran." Nangong Xiran quickly introduced.
"Xiran, why did you run out? Don't you know it's dangerous here now? There are ghosts running rampant everywhere." Suorou deliberately asked knowingly. In fact, she had already learned everything from Nangong Xiran's memory.
I still ask, just for the safe implementation of the next plan.
"I, it's actually because..." Nangong Xiran had no sense of defensiveness and told Suorou the specific reasons for her sudden departure.
Suo Rou already knew this, but she still listened carefully to what she said. Then she clenched her pink fist and slammed it on the table, saying angrily: "Damn it! You keep calling her Sister Xiaoxian, how could she rob her?"
Let your beloved brother go! How can you!"
Seeing that Suo Rou also shared the same hatred, Nangong Xiran felt even more aggrieved. Tears filled her eyes uncontrollably, "I don't understand. I really have nothing except my brother. How could Sister Xiaoxian do this?"
By doing this, I quietly stole my brother's heart and left me alone to grieve. Doesn't he know that my brother is very important to me? Why did she..."
"Xiran, don't cry, don't be sad," Suorou handed a clean silk handkerchief to Nangong Xiran, "Sister Rou will help you vent your anger!"
Nangong Xiran took the silk handkerchief, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, stopped crying, and looked at Suorou blankly, seeming to feel a little warmth.
Suorou patted Nangong Xiran's shoulder lightly and comforted: "Xiran, I will help you get your brother back."
"Help me, how can I help? My brother's heart seems to have been stolen by Hu Xiaoxian, can he still get it back?" Nangong Xiran asked hurriedly,
"Yes, of course I can!" Suorou smiled confidently, "If Hu Xiaoxian dies, no one will take your brother away, and then your brother will still belong to you alone, right?
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"Sister Rou..." Nangong Xiran was a little surprised, "You want to kill Sister Xiaoxian, don't..."