Chapter 468
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Allen Chu was stunned: "Are you going to beg for food?"
"Just kidding." Mo Ran said, "I brought some food back."
"What to eat?"
"Steamed buns." Mo Ran was a little embarrassed, "There is also a bowl of fish soup and a bowl of braised pork, but unfortunately there is no dessert. That Sun Sanniang keeps an eye on her so closely that everyone in the village is afraid of her. No one dares to give me anything else. I Just go to her house to find her and exchange it with her for a silver dagger that you carry with you."
Chu Wanning frowned and said: "She is too black-hearted. I know your silver dagger, and it has spiritual stones embedded in it. Why did you change it to something like this?"
"It's more than that. I bargained with her and exchanged fifty-two copies. Everyone has one. Look at the kitchen and send it out." Mo Ran said with a smile, "So Master, you don't have to worry about others, just take all these." Eat it."
Chu nightning was really hungry. He sat at the table and drank several mouthfuls of hot fish soup. Then he picked up the steamed buns and started to eat the braised pork. Sun Sanniang was stingy and didn't give much meat, and most of it was very fatty. Chu Wanning didn't like to eat it, but the steamed buns dipped in broth tasted good. He gnawed one and then gnawed the second one.
Mo Ran glanced at the steaming bucket and asked, "Master, are you going to wash clothes?"
"Um."
"It's just a robe, let me wash it for Master."
"No, I'll go by myself."
Mo Ran said: "It's okay, I just want to wash it, just by the way."
As he spoke, he went to the bed to pick up a few pieces of clothing that he had thrown away before, and then walked out carrying the bucket.
The moonlight in the courtyard was bright, and Mo Ran looked up and looked up, wondering what happened to Xue Meng and his uncle, and where Ye Wangxi and Nangong Si were now. Looking at the calamity fire on the other side of the sea, it is still rolling like a stream of blood, day and night, and the burning smoke is rising into the sky.
Song Qiutong, and... that person.
The person he hated so much in his previous life that he slaughtered the entire Confucianism Sect for him.
I'm afraid they've all perished in the flames.
The ink burned and sighed, no longer thinking about it. He put down the bucket, mixed some cold water in the water tank, rolled up his sleeves and started washing clothes.
Chu Wanning is a guy who is methodical and meticulous whether he is making mechas or writing scrolls, but once he is asked to do some laundry and cooking, it is always a mess.
For example, before Mo Ran completely immerses his clothes in the water, he will habitually check the Qiankun bag and the secret bag to prevent anything important from getting into the water, but Chu Wanning often does not remember to do this step.
"…………"
Facing the pile of bits and pieces taken out of Chu Wanning's robe, Mo Ran fell into silence.
What are these?
Begonia handkerchief.
Okay, pretty normal.
Various elixirs.
There's nothing wrong with it either.
A handful of sugar…
Mo Ran was a little speechless. He took a closer look and found that it was still the beef candy he bought for him when he was in Yuliang Village.
Haven't finished eating yet?
Scroll down further and Mo Ran was startled.
...detonating charm?
Mo Ran's face turned blue, and he was almost horrified as he held up the wet talisman paper that was half soaked in water.
How generous is Chu Wanning’s heart? Can the detonating talisman be carried directly on the body without any restrictions? Although the possibility of self-destruction is slim, it is too dangerous. Are you kidding me?
Mo Ran frowned and hurriedly checked his clothes again. He took out all the detonating talisman, freezing talisman and soul-suppressing talisman. He discovered that the rising dragon talisman with the little dragon on it was also discovered. Wan Ning accidentally fell inside.
If you don’t even look at it, all these talismans will be wasted, and a large part of them will be useless. Chu Wanning is really...
Mo Ran shook his head helplessly and secretly thought that in the future, Master's clothes must not be washed by himself.
Just as I was thinking about it, suddenly a small, pinkish-white thing slipped out of the hidden bag. Mo Ranhun didn't care, thinking it was some magic charm or something like that, so he picked it up and glanced at it.
At this glance, he was stunned.
It was an old brocade bag, embroidered with albizia flowers, and its petals and leaves had lost their color and were no longer as bright as before.
Somewhat confused and confused, he vaguely felt that this thing was very familiar and he must have seen it somewhere before, but it had been so long that he couldn't remember it for a while.
Mo Ran was rubbing this little kit, his dark eyebrows were tightly knitted, and his eyes were flashing with uncertain light and shadow. The past events flowed by quickly one by one, and he tried to find the source of the blooming acacia in the turbulent years.
The light and cool fabric has a color that fades over time.
He held it in his hand and looked at it carefully, turning it over and over, but he couldn't remember it. He was worried that there was another dangerous object similar to the "detonating charm" inside, so he opened a hole in it and took a look.
"..."
It's a strand of hair.
No, if you look closely, there are actually two strands.
Tie together, twist together, a dragnet and a tight net. In the time that passed in a hurry, they have been entwined and accompanied each other. At first glance, they thought they were a bunch. In fact, these two strands of ink have been inseparable.
"hair?"
The ink burned in confusion, and a little light flashed in front of his eyes.
He murmured: "The brocade bag...the Acacia brocade bag..."
Suddenly, he remembered a past incident. Immediately after
Seeing that thing exploded in my heart like a flame, burning my chest. His eyes instantly widened in shock.
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