Chapter 207

At this time, it happened that Han Ling had had enough to eat and drink. Mu Hua met in front of the building, so he threw down a word and asked her to hurry to serve the palace master. Han Ling couldn't touch his head, but it was worth going to the room.

As soon as she entered the door, she asked about the smell of blood. She was surprised. She thought something had happened, but she didn't expect to look like this in front of the bed.

The underground basin has been red with blood. Her palace master is wearing clothes. It seems that there is nothing abnormal. When he plays with the red pants on the ground, he understands immediately.

No wonder childe Mu left in such a hurry. He met the palace leader Lai Hong

Go forward. You can't let the palace master clean up these!

"Palace leader, please rest first! I'll deal with these." besides, the sheet was also changed. Han Ling picked up all these things and held them together, and carried out the basin of sewage by the way.

Every month, she didn't speak. She was depressed. She knew that the days were coming, but she didn't expect to be so fast! And it's so embarrassing.

Now she is dragged up by the hateful mu Huaqian. I'm afraid it's difficult to sleep again. Besides, she's uncomfortable and doesn't sleep well.

When she came to the table, she wanted to eat something, but she found that they were cold. She was even more suffocated. She was in an impetuous mood. Of course, she was not happy at the moment.

The cold spirit was very fast, and it was spread out in a new bed sheet. In a month's glance, she suddenly said, "let's go out for a stroll." then she took the cloak and went out.

Walking on the street every month, they bought two umbrellas nearby. Now the weather is very cold, and the snow hasn't stopped. People say that the snow is not cold, and the snow is cold. Therefore, every month really comes out at this time. In fact, it's not as cold as she imagined.

"Miss, it's snowing heavily. What are we doing out?" Han Ling also follows around every month in his cloak. She's not afraid of the cold, but now the street is too cold and it's no fun to stroll around. It's better to go back to the Inn and drink two cups of tea to keep warm.

"It's not good not to come out all the time." he said casually every month.

Han Ling opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he didn't say it after all

Suddenly, as soon as the moon lit up, she walked quickly towards a small stall. She smelled the fragrance all the way. It was really fragrant.

When I came closer, it was still a small steamed stuffed bun. Every month, I immediately felt my stomach crying, "aunt, give me ten steamed stuffed buns, no, twenty."

Cold spirit is also sucking her nose. She smells very fragrant!

"Well, miss, you're lucky. My steamed stuffed bun is famous far and near!"

My aunt couldn't close her mouth with a smile. I thought it was snowy and business was difficult to do. So I held the attitude of trying. I hope I can make a few Wen. I didn't expect to meet it right now. It's really good luck!

"Girl, a total of twenty Wen." the aunt picked up the steamed stuffed bun and handed it to every month with a smile.

Every month he took the steamed stuffed bun, and Han Ling paid on one side. When they left the stall, they handed the umbrella to Han Ling for her to hold, while he took a steamed stuffed bun and ate it in his mouth.

Naturally, she won't forget the cold spirit around her. After eating one, she also took one and stuffed it into the cold spirit's mouth for her to eat slowly.

I have to say that this steamed stuffed bun is really delicious. It not only has a lot of meat, but also emits the smell of scallion in the meat, which makes people have a big appetite. Soon, the two separated the steamed stuffed bun.

Han Ling is naturally satisfied with the food. Although she had breakfast in the restaurant, the steamed stuffed bun tastes really good. It's hard to shut up.

Every month, I stroll in the street with cold spirit. Except for restaurants, only a few shops are open. I think it's also because of the heavy snow. Many people don't want to go out. Naturally, there will be no business when the shops are open, so it's better to go home and warm their beds.

As I was walking, I saw a woman in front of me holding a child with empty eyes. The child's face was slightly blue. It was already silent. It must have been dead.

Just thinking, another man came out of the alley where the woman came out. The man carried a bucket of feather arrows behind him and followed the woman without disturbing him.

Every month, she picked her eyebrows and followed them leisurely. It was cold spirit. Her eyebrows frowned, as if she was thinking about something.

The lady walking in front suddenly knelt on the ground like she was out of strength. The man behind hurriedly came forward and knelt in front of her on one knee. He wanted to help her, but he took back his hand.

Every month was not far from them, and the woman's cry could be heard.

"Lin'er... Lin'er, I'm sorry for you. Don't worry, I'll accompany you..."

The woman stroked the breathless child and murmured with love in her eyes.

Every month they came to one side and looked at them not far away. The reason why she followed these two people was that she could see that they were both people with a foundation. Following them, she was just interested.

"Qian'er..."

The man just opened his mouth and couldn't say the following words anymore. Maybe he didn't say much, but his eyes were full of guilt.

Every month, it can be seen that the man has feelings for the woman, but she always feels that they don't look like husband and wife, because the woman looks at him clearly with a strong hatred and even... Killing intention.

Sure enough, the woman came out of nowhere, and a dagger fiercely hit the man's chest. The pupil shrank every month, and stopped the action of Han Ling.

"Let's see." she ordered without looking back.

The man suffered so much, his body shook, and looked at the woman who hated him, "qian'er..."

It was this whisper again. A touch of pain flashed in the eyes of the woman called qian'er, but the pain was not as cruel as the pain of losing her son. Now her lin'er is gone.

It's the person in front of her. If it weren't for him, she wouldn't be ruined. If it weren't for him, lin'er might still be fine now and call her mother obediently.

But now her lin'er can't speak, she won't call her mother anymore, and her life has no meaning.

"Go... Go... I'll let you go..."

She suddenly drew out the dagger, sprayed blood on her face, and splashed it on the child's face in her arms, but there was no response.

The man covered his chest with pain and quickly placed his fingers at several acupoints. Only then did he stop the blood, but his face was paler.

Every month, who is still watching, can't help showing a look of appreciation in her eyes. She doesn't care about such pain. There's no change on her face. She really has enough endurance. She's a good training object! Thinking, every month showed a cunning smile.