He moved two steps to the side.
"Keep crying—"
Little novice: "——"
This female benefactor must be a fool.
"Acha, come back."
Ning Hongze had just bought a few steamed buns when she noticed that Ning Zhaozhao, who had been following her, was gone. Her heart sank, and just as she was about to call out for help, she saw Ning Zhaozhao squatting next to a little monk.
It makes people keep crying.
"oh."
Ning Zhaozhao nodded, stood up, returned to Ning Hongze's side, and took his hand.
"Don't run around like that next time."
"Know."
Her brother was the most important person; she was just curious.
There wasn't a single hair on his head.
“Little monk, if you need help, you can go to Qinghe Manor. I’ve heard that many talented people have gathered there, preparing to attack the mass grave.”
Ning Hong then left after saying that.
The monk sat alone in the market and wept.
I'm afraid he's a disciple of Master Yide.
Master Yide must have encountered some trouble. The little monk has nowhere to turn for help, which is why he is crying here.
"Brother, he keeps crying."
Crying won't solve the problem.
"But his crying was funny."
"Don't cry, you should smile more. Your brother likes to see you smile. If you cry too much, it means your brother is gone."
"Then—don't cry, never cry." Ning Zhaozhao hugged Ning Hongze's arm tightly. She absolutely wouldn't cry; she wanted to be with her brother forever.
Another month has passed.
The people from Qinghe Villa have gone to the mass grave.
There was no news during that time.
However, just two days ago...
The people from Qinghe Mountain Villa have returned.
They even saved Master Yide from the brink of death—
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