Chapter 885 Beauty's Grace

The gardener finished his work and went home. In the dilapidated house, no one had been here all day, and the dust in the room was everywhere. He threw the gardener's overalls clothes into ** at night, took a big wooden barrel, used space spells, and came to the ancient mountain at the source of the Lanhe River, where he took a bucket full of spring water. This wooden barrel used to be used to take a bath at night, but now it is embarrassed. There is no intention to take a bath, and this wooden barrel has become a water storage thing.

The first bucket of water was carried by him to the top of Shifeng Peak. He silently poured the water into the stone trough of the windmill to store water. He looked at Ginu's room, where there was also the sound of "dangdangdang" beating iron. A large group of orphans gathered around and shouted, "The uncle who fetching water is coming, the uncle who fetching water is coming... .. Oh, the uncle who beats water has left... It's gone..."

The night knows the hardships of life. Rongrong and Ginu don't know the art of space, and it is not convenient to get water. The underground water in the lonely city can no longer be reconciled, and water has to be bought by money. In this way, he can help save a little.

Ginu started the blacksmith's business and used a lot of water. He had to bring him a full five bath buckets of water in the morning and evening.

Next, it's the water for the night. He was a lazy person. Over the years, he hasn't been working hard. Now he even forgets how to wash his clothes. Therefore, if he can be lazy, he will be lazy. The water for bathing and laundry will be avoided. In this way, he can use a bucket of water for several days. Pour water into the pot, put down the corn flour and a few green vegetables, put some ingredients and white salt at will, and release a chaotic fire with his fingertips at the bottom of the pot. Then, he sat in a chair and waited for his dinner. In that chair, he sat upside down. Now he folded his hands on the back of the chair, his head leaned against his hands, and remembered what was on his mind.

He thought of his small house and Gonu's yard from afar. He went to deliver water every day, but Gonu never came down. He just came down from time to time like a small girl and gossiped with him. Ginu registered a commercial mercenary to create high-quality weapons in the blacksmith's shop. In addition to completing the casting task to get commission, she will also contact the weapons merchant to trade through the audio-visual communication system of the self-service ring. Even in Tianzhu City, which is not far from Lonely City, there is also a weapons shop. Such traditional shops can only be found in a large city of the size of Tianzhu City.

He also thought that on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar new year, the ghosts and elves in the black fog forest would send someone to send some food, wine and other necessities of life to Ginu. Most of these things would be accepted by Ginu. For the expensive things in it, she would be sent back. He was very lucky that he was able to save the ghosts and elves in the crisis at the beginning, which was a blessing. Now the appearance of the lonely city, under the condition that the divine realm warned the major forces that they could not accept Mo, the ghost elves still repay their kindness in this form. For this, the night is very happy, and it is conscious that good people will eventually have a good reward.

He knows Ginu's stubbornness, and he has been like this since he was a child. As a husband, she sent her things at night, and she threw them out of the door... Just because she hates that she leaves the lonely city at the most dangerous time in the lonely city, she hates that she leaves the lonely city for the sake of her enemy's daughter.

Thinking of this, he inevitably thought of hatred again. He was thinking about the three choices that Shan Yun said, but found that either choice was difficult. Now the divine realm is in full of day, and any force can only raise its nose and pull up a large group of people at night to revenge. I'm afraid it's just hurting others. The world is so big that it can be used only with your own hands.

When he thought so, he was in a trance. In a trance, he was worried about Chunchun again. How was her body? How is the child? What's her mood now? Does she know that she is back?

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt that he was really useless. He always called himself that he could protect many people, but in the end, he couldn't protect any of them... And what did you do wrong? What's wrong? But he was at a loss and couldn't figure it out. Although he knew that he had done his best, he still couldn't let it go. Unable to let go, he found that he didn't even have a confided person to. The sky fell, and others hid far away. He was the only one carrying it. How could the king of ink in the lonely city be lonely?

"Dong!"

A soft sound interrupted the mood of the night, which was the sound of the pot lid hitting the stove. At the same time, the night's nose was filled with a faint fragrance, which did not belong to the boiled dilute corn batter, but to the body fragrance of the beauty.

The night's side head, white skirt and thin legs, the arrogant person was holding chopsticks with white jade and dipping the things in the pot and putting them into his mouth. There was a painful look on his face. I don't know whether the smell made her painful or this scene made her painful.

Then she let out a long sigh.

"Oh!"

Jing Ye could only smile bitterly about this and said gently, "Axiu, you have lost a lot of weight..."

"Where is this food for people to eat? You can't ruin yourself so much by yourself!" Liu Xiu's face was full of distress, and he was about to pour out the contents with the pot.

"Let's keep that thing. I'm not as good as before. You can see what's going on with me... It's better to have than nothing!" In the night talk, people are poor and short-minded.

Liuxiu held the pot, but it was not, and it was not. In the end, he could only silently put down the pot, pulled up the night with a strong smile, took out a group of snacks from the self-service ring and put it in front of him.

Jiang Ye was not moved, and he was still in a daze.

A smile squeezed out of Liuxiu's face and said, "Good boy, honey, do you still want me to feed you?"

He raised his hand and refused, and said at a very slow speed, "Shouxiu, you shouldn't come to me. I don't want to cause you any trouble, and I don't want to make trouble for your father. Your father should not let you come to me, right?"

Liuxiu remembered what his father said next to his ear this month. Those words, Liuxiu felt upset and even disgusting. The father in his heart was not as good as ordinary people... At this time, she finally couldn't stand it. She threw herself into the arms of the night and cried bitterly: "Brother Ye, don't drive me away, don't want me, okay? Take me out of here, leave this dirty and dark place, and never come back, okay? Let's find a place where there is no one to live the pastoral life you want. No one will disturb us, please..."

The tears of the flowing sleeves are like a dense autumn rain, soaking their shoulders and moistening their hearts. He touched the little fox's head, kissed his eyes with his lips, stopped her crying, and said, "You cried so much that my heart was confused... Hey, pastoral life, I have dreamed of it, but where can I find a place where no one disturbs me? Even if there is really no place for the living to disturb us, there will still be dead people to disturb us. I can't leave until I finish the debt of the dead..."

"For... Why? Why can't you think about the living?

The night smiled gidly and said, "No, just because I am the king of the ink..."

Liu Xiu suddenly lost her words, and her tears swirled in her eyes. Finally, she was broken and stayed again along her eyes. Her heart was broken again and again like the tears.

He couldn't bear it. He wiped his tears with his hand and forced himself to smile and said, "Silly fox, why are you crying? Aren't I still with you? Today, I'll have a big meal. This is the coffin book I saved. Take out a sum. You buy me some vegetables and take out your skills to make a big dinner. Shall we eat together?

Liuxiu tried to stop crying, nodded, took the gold coin in Jiang Ye's hand, like a housewife, bought vegetables with a self-service ring, and then took out the pan on his body and began to cook, using all the sauces he carried with him, and silently gave her a hand.

It's good to have a woman around. Although these dishes are made of very simple materials, you can taste the beloved taste of the night. He hasn't had such a comfortable dinner for a long time.

At night, at the request of Liu Xiu, he took off all his clothes and took a hot bath in the bathtub. On the side, Liu Xiu was like an ordinary housewife, helping to wash the dirty clothes accumulated by the night, and casually cleaned up the bedroom of the night...

He closed his eyes at night and kept thinking about the words of cherishing the living person said by Liuxiu. He really had an impulse. As Cui Niu said, he didn't care that all the Mo people were dead, and took his beloved away from this dirty place and lived the pastoral life he wanted. However, his heart has never been so cold to ignore the death of thousands of little brothers, and he can't tolerate his respected teachers. The predecessors of Mo have endured humiliation day and night in the mausoleum of the Sky City and are scorched by the light, while they are happy and free.

As he said, he is the king of the ink after all. I can't forget this fateful name, and I dare not forget it.

However, cherish the people in front of you, at least you can cherish it without reservation tonight.

Forgetting all the troubles of the night, he came out naked, put on the nightgown prepared for himself with flowing sleeves, and gently walked to the bedside. There, Liuxiu has been waiting for a long time, waiting for the king to come.

As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, it will win countless people in the world. Many days of distress turned into obsession. Liu Xiu cried happily, and words flowed from his lips and teeth: "Love... Love me a little more..."

"Let me conceive your child, so that I have no regrets..."

Early in the morning, Liuxiu people disappeared, but in the evening, there will be a table of simple but delicious dishes waiting for the night, using a little gold coin left by the night. The room is cleaned up, and the clothes are always washed and dried neatly.

Beauty is heavy!

So, how much more can the night beg?

In order to eat better at night with Liu Xiu, when I work at night, I am more energetic.

It's just that the night sometimes looks at the sky and guesses how long will this peaceful life last? I'm afraid that my every move is under the surveillance of others, and there is no secret to speak of, right?

And calm? It's just mutual patience. Either the enemy breaks the calm first, or you can't help it first... Maybe this is a game of cat and mouse, fish and chopping board, but you still have to cheer up and have fun.

Finally, on the way back one evening, the night finally saw the enemy break the calm.

At the gate of the former East Gate of Lonely City, he found a man wrapped in a black windbreaker from a distance, standing quietly, as if he had been waiting for himself.