Chapter 444

The waist is tight and loose. Ren an doesn't have to look down to know that his purse has been touched away.

With a sneer of disdain, he let go of his senses to pursue a trace of aura entangled in his purse, and soon locked the target.

However, he did not move, but a little surprised pause.

"What's the matter?" Seedlings aware of the wrong, asked.

Ren an was silent. He patted himself on the waist and bowed his head to mourn: "the money has been stolen."

He Miao was stunned and laughed. "Just like you, there are thieves who can get close to you." She thought Ren an was joking.

Ren an depressed gently kicked the tile, hesitated, decided to take his wife to have a look.

He took the hand of he Miao and led her around seven times, gradually away from the main road and the noisy market, to a low cottage area. Halfway through a pastry shop, I turned in and bought some cheap ordinary snacks.

He Miao didn't understand his meaning and asked quietly, "how did you come here?" Does Ren an have any acquaintances living here?

This is the North District, a long way from downtown.

In addition to the central imperial city and the surrounding area, the layout of the capital city is full of the houses of the distinguished officials and dignitaries. In addition, the people of the nine cities live in a pattern of rich in the East, rich in the west, poor in the South and cheap in the north. In fact, the so-called poverty in Nancheng is only in the eyes of those wealthy families. In the eyes of he Miao, the people living in the south are the real ordinary people. Most of them are small businessmen. Many of them are merchants from the south, especially some rich businessmen. Such as Yan Zheng and master Pang.

It's hard to say North. After all, she hasn't been here.

Now, looking at the road under my feet, it's bumpy, narrow and narrow. Even the small open space between the two old houses has been built with wood and thatch. There are air leaks everywhere. I don't know how people live in such cold weather.

As he walked along, he frowned slightly.

Ren an came to a low thatched shed and stopped.

The thatched shed is only one and a half people high, but the wooden frame in front of the door is only six feet, which is shorter than the height of the seedlings. The door panel made up of more than ten irregular boards of different materials is crooked. It can cover most of the door frame, but it also leaks a two finger wide gap on the top. Fortunately, the door is facing south, not to let the north wind whirring in. But looking at the rough planks around the house, which are not very solid and compact, it's estimated that we still have to drink from the West and the north.

Across a wall, I can hear clearly the cough and murmur. It seems that the old people who are talking are full of phlegm. It seems that this person is very ill.

Through the gap between the boards, the seedlings can see that the familiar indigo pouch is lying quietly on the table with a ginger radish head on it, which looks a little out of the ordinary.

She opened her mouth and closed it again.

Ren an's clothes are custom-made except for the official clothes and the gorgeous clothes she wears when she goes out to meet the guests. How can I not know the purse I embroidered by myself.

He Miao pulled Ren an's sleeve and said with aura: "let's go! Don't worry about that much. " She thought Ren an couldn't give up her purse, so she took her to recover the stolen goods. But look at the living conditions of this family, even if the money is given to them, what? She doesn't lack them either. Purse? Just a few more.

Ren an is aimed at her blink, speechless, directly knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Inside came a tender voice, unable to distinguish between male and female, even unable to recognize the age of each other.

Ren an said angrily, "I've come to get my things back."

There was some confusion in the air. He Miao finally felt wrong.

Well, it's like Not people?

No, no, no, no, she didn't swear. She just felt real.

That sick cough, is a human elder, yes, but that has a tender voice, it seems that is not human?

He Miao clenches his fist quietly, and plans to beat him if the situation is not right Monster!

The door creaked and opened a gap, revealing an alert eye after going out. It was round and black, but the seedlings had sharp eyes. They found that there was a thin layer of fluff on each other's cheeks!

The goblin was not afraid of them either. He didn't realize that he was in danger. He just thought that the other side was skilled and found that he had stolen his purse and chased him all the way. He sniffed, and the long black hairs on his lips moved with him. He almost didn't scare the seedlings!

Old man, mouse?

No, rat spirit?

The door opened wider, revealing the face of a young child of seven or eight. He bared his teeth at them. The sharp white teeth were like a row of small saws, and they were shining with a little cold light, which made the head of the seedlings numb!

Ren an is not surprised, will buy their own snacks forward, no good way: "here, for you." Another pointed to the direction of the table, "give me back my purse, and leave the things. We don't owe each other

The mouse Jing closed his mouth, sniffed, and his beard on his cheek moved with him. He didn't look so frightening.Almost without hesitation, he took out his purse, threw it to Ren an, and took the packet of snacks.

Seeing that the door was about to be thrown up, Ren an stretched out his hand to hold it gently and was glared at by the other party. He said helplessly: "time is running out. What she wants to eat and what she wants to do, just follow her heart."

The mouse was silent, nodded, sniffed, raised his rough sleeve, wiped his eyes, and simply closed the door.

"Ya'er, who's coming?" The old man's voice was clearer, just accompanied by the phlegm in his throat, just like the sound of a broken bellows.

A crisp young voice replied: "Uncle Niu at the corner of the street has sent some cakes. Grandma, please try them."

"Ah, good, good bud, you help grandma taste it first, is it sweet?"

The voices of an old man and a young man in the room kept coming one after another. The most normal conversation was that he Miao felt a little sad.

To leave the shantytown, he Miao couldn't help asking: "what's the matter?"

Ren an did not hide, directly told her: "gratitude of the little mouse." Originally, the mouse spirit had good aptitude. If he devoted himself to cultivating Taoism, he would have great achievements in the future. It's not impossible to become a big monster like a fox spirit. However, in order to repay his kindness, he turned into a human figure ahead of time. He acted against the heaven, but he also committed a taboo. It is estimated that when he finished repaying his grandmother's kindness, his cultivation would become nothing and become an ordinary mouse, and there would be no more wisdom and spiritual roots.

When the time comes

He Miao silent, asked: "what kind of taboo?"

Ren an looked up at the white clouds floating in the sky and sighed, "the old man should have gone years ago." Across the door, he could feel the thick air of death. Mouse spirit, with his own cultivation for the old man to continue life.

He Miao looked back at the low shantytown. His dark pupil was covered with a cold purple light. He didn't know what he was thinking.