Author: Shui Qianche

Click.

The sound of cracking tiles came from above.

Mi Feixue raised her head, her eyes dull and her expression a little confused.

The tiles above the eaves are intact, and the piece that was lifted off by Ban Lu has been carefully repaired without any abnormalities.

After the brush was dipped in ink, Mi Feixue lowered her head again and thought about it.

[By the way, the porcelain figurine girl holding the heart is about to crack, it is about to crack]

After writing the last stroke, Mi Feixue checked it carefully to make sure there were no typos before carefully drying the ink and closing the diary. She jumped off the chair and inserted the closed diary into a fixed position on the bookshelf behind her.

A child's face popped up on the bookshelf, "Little master, would you like to play some bedtime games?"

Mi Feixue shook her head.

She stretched out her hand and raised her index finger, asking for a blank book.

A book popped out that was just within her height.

Mi Feixue took it out and returned to the desk, picking up the brush but not putting it down.

Her big, dull eyes stared straight at the page, but her thoughts had already wandered far away.

A long time passed.

The child pursed his lips before writing seriously.

"Gods"

She opened the first page and wrote the most precious words one stroke at a time.

[Her soul has a warm light]

[She has a sweet fragrance]

[Her voice is gentler than the evening breeze]

[Her fingers are softer than running water]

[It turns out she is a god]

[August is the god of flying snow]

…

Mi August, who was studying the Book of Good and Evil, suddenly had a flash of light in the book of Good and Evil in his hand, and it automatically opened to the title page.

A row of values ​​appeared out of thin air on the blank title page.

[Good and evil value: 10]

Mi August: “Can you explain it?”

The ink font below appears and disappears: If the value of good and evil is negative, you will be punished by heaven.

After that, Mi August asked more deeply, but there was no response from the pages of the book.

In just half a day, he had already seen strange things that he had not seen in half a year, and Mi August no longer bothered with a book for too long.

Mi August calculated that it was almost time to put the children to bed, so he opened the door and walked out. He unexpectedly saw two figures lying on the ground in the corridor not far away.

"Help...help." Liu Jinbao saw her and desperately stretched out his hand to ask for help.

As Mi August approached, the housekeeper appeared out of nowhere, holding a lantern to illuminate her.

Mi August saw Yu Hu falling to the ground in a posture that was almost cut in half. Most people would have died long ago like this, but cold sweat was pouring from his forehead and his eyes were rolling under his eyelids. It was clear that he was still conscious.

Liu Jinbao's injuries were not visible, but in less than ten seconds, he had already clutched his chest and wailed three times over his heart.

"Save us, save us." Liu Jinbao's eyes turned white, his consciousness was about to disappear, and he murmured instinctively.

Mi August knelt down and untied the clothes on his chest, revealing the chest he was covering up.

Pure white.

Mi August took one look and said, "I don't know what disease you are suffering from and how to save it?"

The soft voice in the cold night warmed the body and mind. Liu Jinbao lost all guard and said: "My heart hurts. It hurts as if my heart is broken."

Mi August glanced at his heart again, thought for a while and said, "There are no instruments, do you mind if I cut it open and take a look?"

Liu Jinbao was in so much pain that he could no longer hear what she was saying. He could only see a pair of gentle, watery eyes and nodded stupidly.

Mi August stood up and told the housekeeper, "Send them back to the guest room first. I'll be there in a moment."

The housekeeper carried the people away one by one.

Mi August continued to go to Mi Feixue's residence. When he arrived at the place, he saw a girl who was wrapped in hair and was not sure whether she was alive or dead, and a boy who covered his ears with his hands and hit his head on the ground.

After a quick glance, she knocked on Mi Feixue's door.

The trotting sound can be heard through the door.

The door was pushed open from the inside, and Mi Feixue looked up at her from inside.

When Mi August saw that she had changed into pajamas, he touched his head and praised her, "Good boy." Then he said, "You go and lie down first. I'll come over after I deal with a few patients."

Mi Feixue tilted her head.

Mi August said: "The guest who came today is sick."

Mi Feixue pulled her sleeve with a look of reluctance.

"Okay, then we'll go and see them tomorrow." Mi August smiled fondly, "Anyway, they look like they won't die for a while."

Being so pampered, Mi Feixue lowered his head shyly, but did not let go of her sleeves.

"Let's go." Mi August held her hand and walked in.

The child's room is very simple and clean. The most eye-catching thing is the huge bookshelf that takes up half of the room. There are layers of thread-bound books on the bookshelf.

Most of these books were pre-existing, and a few were written by Mi Feixue himself.

Children like to write very much. When Mi August first came here half a year ago, she found that the child always stayed alone in the room and could sit at the desk all day long.

After getting to know each other better, Mi August asked Mi Feixue what she wanted to do in the future.

The little child said ignorantly: Write a book.

Mi August praised her for being a young scholar, so he planned to save money and find connections to enroll her in a private school.

Now the road is down and paved, but it is inconvenient to use.

Mi August let the child lie down on the bed first, and he randomly picked out a book from the bookshelf. With the child's expectant look, he sat down on the bed together and opened the book named "Little Lantern".

"The little lantern is white and white. Its eyes light up. It loves to eat hair and lick its cheeks. It creaks and creaks so weirdly..."

Mi August finished reading along the title page and looked at the child beside him, "Newly written?"

Mi Feixue nodded shyly, but the trembling eyelashes on her dull eyes revealed some of the expectations in her heart.

Mi August praised: "It's well written and rhymes."

…

outside the house.

A lantern hanging on the corridor fluttered down, and the candle light was lit inside. The candle light swayed and made overlapping shadows, like two eyeballs, falling directly on Ban Lu's head.

Wow.

The lantern opened a mouth and wrapped Banlu's hair.

Like a powerful enemy, his hair was burned by the candlelight inside, revealing Ban Lu's face.

Ban Lu thought he had escaped, but when he opened his eyes, he saw the flaming mouth of the lantern.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

A tongue of fire stretched out from the lantern and licked her cheeks.

Zhi——

The skin is burnt red by the sweetness.

Ban Lu and his party burst into tears, whether from pain or fear.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...
Chapter completed!