Last time, when Zhou Yu arranged a banquet for the ministers of Wu, Sun Shangxiang felt bored and took Mu Fengqing to walk out of the city. Mu Fengqing obediently asked Sun Shangxiang to hold her hand, look at her charming figure, smell the breath of the girl she blew from the wind, her mind was rippling and her mind was blank.

Sun Shangxiang pulled Mu Fengqing out of Sun Quan's sight, immediately let go of her hand, turned around and was about to speak, but found Mu Fengqing's face was half-swept and drooling, and immediately snorted: "What are you doing?"

Mu Fengqing came back to her senses after being called out of her infinite reverie, her face turned red immediately, and she stammered: "I...well..."

Sun Shangxiang walked to Mu Fengqing's face and smiled wickedly: "Actually... are you an idiot?"

When Mu Fengqing heard that the direction of the matter was wrong, she immediately wanted to explain, but he, who had always been so clever, was as stupid as a parrot in front of his beloved: "That, things are not what you think."

Sun Shangxiang continued: "What's that? You can imagine other places when you say something."

Mu Fengqing was anxious to defend herself, but she couldn't speak for a moment. Sun Shangxiang pulled Mu Fengqing's nose and said, "Lying is a place where you have to have a long nose."

I'll take a look. Pinocchio is the one with a long nose? Mu Fengqing complained in her heart, but just when the goddess' finger was touched with her nose, he immediately entered the stage of heartbeat: "That...that..."

With a clang, Mu Fengqing tripped her legs by something. Looking down, Mu Fengqing found that what tripped her was the leg of a wounded soldier with gauze wrapped in left eye.

Seeing Mu Fengqing's gaze focused on him, the wounded soldier said: "It was a common thing for military personnel to hang injuries on the battlefield, but Chaisang is located in the south and has a lot of moisture. The humid and hot weather can easily cause the bandaged wound to rash. The wounded soldier can't help scratching the wound, which makes it difficult for the wound to heal."

Damn, is there such an NPC that stretches out your feet and wants to hook up? Mu Fengqing looked at the wounded soldier's shape decisively and couldn't help but shout, "I'll go, why do you look exactly the same as the wounded soldier on the street?"

The wounded soldier glanced at the brother beside him and defended him: "Who said that, you didn't see his right leg standing upright, and my right leg was horizontally attached to the ground?"

This look was so bad, no wonder it was bandaged with one eye, Mu Fengqing had to point him at the supporting role standing at the end of the street: "I didn't say the one next to you, I'm talking about the one on the street!"

The wounded soldier followed Mu Fengqing's fingers and immediately said in a contemptuous tone: "Sure enough, this guy imitates me."

"He imitates you?" Mu Fengqing complained fiercely, "You two companies look exactly the same! Is this called imitation?"

The wounded soldier still explained calmly: "Is he the one with a public face?"

I'll go, the strong heart of this wounded soldier can catch up with Sister Feng! Mu Fengqing couldn't help but tell him: "Doesn't it mean that you admit that you are the face of the public?"

When the wounded soldier heard this, he cried. Mu Fengqing panicked: "Stay calm, brother. A real man, only sweat, not cry!"

The wounded soldier cried and cried: "You don't know, in fact, the artist of this game was an assistant under Masami Cheda. The characters drawn by Masami Cheda were carved from the same mold except for their hair and clothes? The same is true for our soldiers in Wu."

The wounded soldier cried so hard that he took off the gauze from his left eye to wipe his tears.

"Fuck! You are pretending to be sick!" Mu Fengqing shouted.

The wounded soldier burst into tears, his mood gradually calmed down and said, "Don't look at me bandaging my left eye, in fact, there is no problem with my left eye, just to distinguish it from other supporting roles. You protagonists, you don't understand the difficulties of our supporting roles at all. It's good to have a line for us to be supporting roles. Who dares to pursue their own appearance? Don't say that the supporting roles sitting there are exactly the same as me, are you not sure that the sentry standing there and the guards at the city gate carved out from the same mold?"

Mu Fengqing thought carefully and found out that all the soldiers of Wu Kingdom looked the same, even their height and shape were the same, so she had to sigh and said, "Sad."

The wounded soldier looked unbearable and said, "Elder soldiers like us know that they must endure the itch. But sometimes it is really unbearable."

Mu Fengqing had to follow him and said, "Well, it's really uncomfortable when the rash is itchy and can't be scratched."

"I heard someone say before that grinding soft ash, fir bark, and dry moss into powder can prevent rashes and relieve itching. But it's only because I heard that I haven't tried it. It would be great if it really works." The wounded soldier suddenly raised his head and stared at Mu Fengqing with anticipation. "It's a pity that we only have soft ash, and there is no fir bark or dry moss here, otherwise I really want to try it."

It seems that the task has begun. Mu Fengqing flipped through the Qiankun bag and said, "There is no dry moss, but I have some black stone moss here."

Seeing that Mu Fengqing was so naughty, the wounded soldier immediately sprayed: "The black stone moss is ground into powder and dried and turned into dry moss, idiot!"

Seeing that he was so arrogant, Mu Fengqing became angry: "Are you thinking of asking for help?"

The wounded soldier looked indifferent: "You love giving it or not, anyway, the kindness of the mission reward is of no use to me."

Damn, what kind of NPC is this? He speaks so arrogantly. But when he heard his words, he seemed to give him a kind reward of Black Stone Moss, which could be used in Zuo Ci's three good students' mission, so Mu Fengqing had to swallow his anger and take out the Black Stone Moss and the fir bark and give it to him.

The wounded soldier took it over and said, "It's these two things, little brother, thank you."

Mu Fengqing gritted her teeth and said, "Don't be polite, it would be great if it works."

"Well, I'm here to dry it into dry moss."

Sun Shangxiang witnessed Mu Fengqing's performance and praised: "I can't tell, Sima Xiangru, you are so loving!"

Mu Fengqing was relieved by the wounded soldiers just now, and she smiled at Sun Shangxiang and said, "What's the point of asking for trouble?"

Sun Shangxiang smiled gently, looked at Mu Fengqing with a pair of flashing big eyes and said, "Then do you have love for me too?"

Mu Fengqing looked at Sun Shangxiang's charming eyes and her face immediately turned red: "Ah~ That~"

"What are you nervous?" Sun Shangxiang smiled immediately, "I like the kind of great man who stands tall and strong, you are still far from it!"

It turned out that the goddess likes tall, rich and handsome, and Mu Fengqing suddenly felt a feeling of loss like an abyss in her heart.

A little girl's silver bell-like voice came across the street: "Mom...Where is Dad? Dad hasn't been home for a long time..."

"Dad..." the girl's mother sighed and said, "Your dad is far away and it will take a long time to come back..."

The little girl pulled her mother's clothes coquettishly: "I miss Dad, you call Dad back."

The mother was infected by her daughter's innocent eyes and choked up: "Be good at Xiaoyun, don't bother with mom...Don't bother with mom...Woo woo..."

It turned out that the little girl was named Xiaoyun. Mu Fengqing looked at her: the little girl was wearing a cute pink kimono, with long blue hair draped over her shoulders, and looked like a little adult. But why did her back look so familiar? Mu Fengqing was confused.

Xiaoyun continued to cry, "I want my dad! I want my dad! Woo..."

Seeing Mu Fengqing's focused eyes, my mother said to him with grievances: "My husband died in the war six days ago. I used to advise him not to be a soldier, but he refused to listen to me. Now we are orphans and widows. What should I do...Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Although this mother was crying, her expression was smiling. This way of treating guests was exactly the same as that of the mother in the Peking family, but it was also filled with a cool air. It was such a terrible era to regard forced smiles as a marital etiquette! Mu Fengqing could only accompany her and said, "Oh, it's pitiful."

My mother still had a twisted smile that was barely squeezed out and said, "Oh, war really makes people die!"

Looking at her mother's weird smile, Mu Fengqing tried hard to recall: She must have seen the girl's back somewhere.

After Mu Fengqing racked his brains to think, he finally found that the girl's back was suspected to be a ghost doll flower!!

Fuck, Huazi!! No wonder her mother kept forcing her to smile, she was so weird!! Mu Fengqing felt cold in her heart and quickly pulled Sun Shangxiang into the house next to her.

Sun Shangxiang was so painful that she was pulled by Mu Fengqing's sudden increase in power. She didn't know that Mu Fengqing used her power because she was too nervous. She asked repeatedly: "What are you doing? It hurts so much to pull her!"

The owner of this house, an old man with a crutch, saw the boy and the girl walking in, feeling very rude, and quickly scolded: "Young people nowadays are really shameless! I am not a hourly house or a teahouse, why are you here for here?"

After the old man's prompt, Mu Fengqing realized that she had grabbed the goddess's arm, and a sense of sweetness surged in her heart. Although Sun Shangxiang didn't understand what the old man said meant, she was still worried about the first half. Seeing Mu Fengqing's incredible appearance, she quickly threw her arm out of his hand.

Mu Fengqing took advantage of the situation and looked at the furnishings in the house. Apart from a bed and a stove, the house was basically barely walled. The only closet was empty, with only a green or perhaps an empty box, which was short, poor and ugly. Mu Fengqing said to the old man bluntly: "Don't get me wrong. This is my sister, let's come in to hide from the flower."

"Hako?" The old man's face turned green, "Is Hanako coming again?"

"Who is Hanako?" Sun Shangxiang asked quickly when she heard that Hanako was strange.

"Hanko is also an old thing..." Mu Fengqing had just said half of the sentence, and suddenly realized that Hanko died in the school toilet. In this era, there was not even a school, so how could she be an old thing? At this time, a white and tender hand stretched out from behind Mu Fengqing, holding the snow-white toilet paper in her hand. Mu Fengqing immediately became so scared that her hair stood up!!

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Hanako is a little girl. One day, she went to school to find her mother. She was killed in the toilet by a bad person. Her soul did not dissipate and turned into an evil spirit. When you go to the toilet alone, don't knock on the door of the third toilet, because Hanako is inside. And if someone handed you toilet paper from behind when you were using the toilet, don't answer it, that's what Hanako did. If you take the toilet paper handed to you and say thank you, you will die ugly.
Chapter completed!