The man denied it quickly, without blinking or blushing. Little Jiang Si couldn't catch him at all, so she could only give up with half-belief.
But I still felt angry: "Then why did you come to me so late!"
Little Jiangsi pretended that she didn’t know that a man brought her back when she was drunk.
"You really just want to leave me!"
Sang Qimo wanted to say that he had been here when she was drunk.
But if she knew that he came to find her but didn't take her away, she would probably be even more angry, and she would be the kind of person who can't be coaxed.
There was a feeling of powerlessness in his heart, and now he finally understood what it meant to suffer for one's own fault.
"I never thought about not wanting you, it's just that I found a puppet..."
"puppet?"
"Um."
He paused for a moment, as if thinking about how to explain to Xiao Jiangsi.
"Does Jiaojiao know why I became a puppet master?"
Little Jiangsi shook her head.
Sang Qimo talked about his past.
However, he did not intend to tell Xiao Jiangsi his grievances. He just talked lightly about how he was captured by the puppet master and made a medicine man in those years, and he learned these puppet skills under the influence of his ears and eyes.
"It is said that I learned this skill from him."
There was no self-mockery in his words, but Gu Ruojiao felt very distressed and couldn't help but hold his hand.
"Then that puppet you are talking about is..."
"It's him." Sang Qimo frowned slightly, "Although I just saw his back, I know it must be him."
"You mean that puppet master..."
But isn’t he dead?!
Gu Ruojiao was shocked!
I heard Sang Qimo say: "I watched him die with my own eyes. He was definitely dead, but... he might have prepared a puppet for himself long ago. Once he dies, his soul will enter the body of that puppet.
"
The puppet that Sang Qimo met that day looked no different from ordinary people in appearance. Even if it was moving among the crowd, there would never be any clues about it.
But Sang Qimo himself is a puppet master, and his puppetry skills are even better than that person's.
With just one glance, he immediately realized it was a puppet!
"His arms were swinging very stiffly. In this case, it's usually either a stiff silk or a puppet. But I didn't smell the corpse odor, but there was a smell of tung oil mixed with agarwood."
Sang Qimo pursed his lips: "Tung oil is used to prevent wood from rotting, and that person likes agarwood the most."
Gu Ruojiao did not doubt his judgment. The person who was most familiar with that person was Sang Qimo himself.
She just didn't expect that person to be still alive.
He was so obsessed with turning Sang Qimo into a puppet, but not only did he not die, but he also deliberately wandered around Sang Qimo. Could he still have such thoughts?
After all, it is a puppet made of wood, so naturally it cannot compare to Sang Qimo's fate blessed by luck.
"What should we do?" Gu Ruojiao panicked.
"don’t worry."
Seeing that she was worried about him, Sang Qimo felt sweet and secretly happy at the same time, knowing that he had successfully diverted her attention.
He also comforted her: "He can't do anything to me now."
But Gu Ruojiao still felt uneasy.
I always feel that the person is still alive and is a hidden danger.
But now is not the time to talk about this.
After Yunling and Huan'er finished grieving, they saw the two people on the other end hugging each other intimately.
Although Huan'er was serving people in the land of fireworks, she couldn't help but blush when she saw this intimate and seamless scene.
As if aware of their gaze, Sang Qimo adjusted his direction and tightly held Gu Ruojiao in his arms.
This full of possessiveness made Yunling feel embarrassed.
