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Chapter 71: Destroying the little secret guard 031

 "Well, I didn't lie to you, general! You can also see flying snow in May."

Xie Chengchao took Jiang Tingting's hand and climbed to the top of the mountain.

This mountain is called "Yuebei Mountain". It's not very far from the capital, and the mountain isn't very high either. It takes a little over an hour to climb up, but unexpectedly you can see flying snow on the top of the mountain all year round.

Jiang Tingting looked at the flying snow in the sky, his eyes slightly curved.

"Listen..."

Xie Chengchao rubbed his hands.

"What?"

"Do you like me a little bit today?"

Jiang Tingting looked sideways at the boy beside him, who coughed and looked into the distance.

"General, I'll just ask you casually. We'll wait..."

"Yes." Jiang Tingting responded.

Xie Chengchao paused and looked at Jiang Tingting with a surprised expression.

"What did you just say...?"

"Don't say good things a second time." Jiang Tingting tilted her head arrogantly and stretched out her hand to hold a piece of snowflake.

The young man suddenly laughed out loud, his smile bright and clear in this mountain.

Xie Chengchao stretched out his long hand, hugged Jiang Tingting's waist, and whispered in her ear.

"I will make you fall in love with me a little bit every day... Slowly, you will like me more and more, and then you will be willing to be my wife."

Xie Chengchao is afraid that this beautiful wish will not be realized.

Jiang Tingting remained silent and said nothing.

She is like this misty snowflake, fluttering in the wind, with no destination, and will melt after falling to the ground.

Companionship is only temporary.

She does not belong to anyone and has no destination.

——

Evening

When Jiang Tingting was getting ready to sleep, 323 started calling in her head again.

[323: Host, I beg you, save the child of destiny! As long as the host can save you, I can promise you anything.]

Jiang Tingwenyan yawned lazily.

"Is anything okay?"

[323: Well! Anything can be done! But I am a secretary, host, so I can’t help you kill people.]

"Tell me honestly, little retard, who am I? Why did I pop out of the stone? What is the point of doing these tasks? What is the reason why you bound me? When will the task end? What is the end of the task?

What?"

Jiang Tingting asked a series of questions casually. When she jumped out of the stone, she didn't know anything, so she was bound by the white dumpling and completed the so-called idiot mission in the Three Thousand Worlds.

323 was silent for a long time before he spoke weakly.

[323: Host Da Da, I don’t know the specifics, but as long as the task is completed and full energy is accumulated, Host Da Da will be able to restore its memory.]

Jiang Tingting raised his eyebrows.

"Not very clear? Do you think I believe it?"

[323 wrinkled into a ball: I only know a little bit...well...as long as the host saves the child of destiny, I will tell the host everything I know.]

Jiang Tingting lay down and covered himself with quilt.

"Answer me one or two questions first, and then I will consider whether to save your destiny child."

323 is silent again.

After a while, he finally said:

[323: The host is great, the meaning of the mission is to atone, and this is a great punishment for the host.]

"Punishment?" Jiang Tingting's eyes were dark, his emotions were unclear, and he seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"It seems that I have provoked some very powerful person..."

——

The day when Song Huaiye will ask Zhan is getting closer and closer.

On the day of the beheading, the weather was gloomy and very depressing.

When the prison cart was pulled out of the palace, Song Huaiye, who was wearing prison uniform, looked very haggard.

The person who led the execution was Xie Chengchao. Song Huaiye stared at the figure in front of him, and then he smiled inexplicably: "I wonder if someone will come to save me today."

When Xie Chengchao heard this, he just glanced at him and ignored him.

Song Huaiye's disheveled hair lowered his eyes, with a cold light of lust in his eyes.


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