He knew that there were many dangers around him, so even when he met this girl today, he did it to conceal his whereabouts. Firstly, it was for his own safety, and secondly, he did not want to cause trouble for the little girl.
But he believed that within three years, he would be able to clear away obstacles and eliminate hidden dangers, and then he would have the support of the emperor.
Song Jinxiu frowned because the prophetic power of her golden pupils was activated again.
Since she had regained her powers, she could control her golden pupils to observe the structure of the human body and to detect other people's ill intentions towards her, but the prophecy was only directed at this young man.
At this moment, she saw the young man lying in a piece of yellow sand, his eye sockets sunken, his skin cracked, and he was dying. There was only the pockmarked-faced man beside him.
The pockmarked man was also in a miserable state. He cut his wrist with a dagger and wanted to feed his son with his own blood, but was stopped by the young man.
"In this way, we will all die here. Don't worry about me. Go out and find reinforcements. I'll wait for you here."
"No, I won't leave. Zi, don't try to trick me into leaving. I'm the only one left in the Twelve Guards now, and I won't abandon you.
Besides, the sky is full of yellow sand here, and I can't tell the directions. My dear, I must die with you. I will follow you in the next life. ”
The pockmarked man tried hard to let his blood drip into the young man's mouth, but the young man kept his lips tightly closed. At this moment, a gust of yellow sand rolled in and buried both of them.
Seeing this scene, Song Jinxiu actually felt a dull pain.
Look at the young man in front of you again. Although his skin was dark due to excessive blood loss, his cheeks were plump and his eyes were bright.
Never mind. Since I've seen it, it's destiny. I don't care.
Besides, I haven’t got the upper hand yet.
Song Jinxiu glanced at Feng Dafu and said, "Please find some branches for me so I can fix your arm."
Feng Shouren asked in confusion: "Miss Song, my son is injured in the shoulder. What's the use of fixing his arm?"
"Just go when I tell you to." Su Mo said in a deep voice.
"Yes." After receiving his son's order, Feng Daji immediately shut up and went out.
Su Mo then looked at Song Jinxiu, "What do you want to say to Kaifeng Daji?"
Song Jinxiu: "Did you see that?"
Su Mo nodded, "Just say what you want to say. I will help you."
Who asked you for help? I want to help you, okay?
Song Jinxiu rolled her eyes at him and then took out a small box the size of a bottle cap from her purse.
After thinking about it, he took out a small portable folding telescope.
Su Mo looked at the two things in confusion, his expression not showing, but his heart was filled with curiosity.
Song Jinxiu opened the small box and pointed to the compass inside and said, "This is a compass. Look, no matter how you turn it, its arrow always points to the south."
Su Mo took it and tried it, and was amazed.
Song Jinxiu asked: "This is true no matter it is day or night, cloudy or rainy. Does it help you to distinguish between marching and fighting?"
Su Mo's eyes were excited. "Yes, it's so good. Is this for me?"
Song Jinxiu nodded.
Su Mo quickly put it in his arms, as if he was afraid that Song Jinxiu would regret it.
Song Jinxiu couldn't help laughing, fiddling with the telescope and said, "This is also a treasure. It can see very far."
As she spoke, she adjusted the telescope and handed it to him. "You try it."
Su Mo imitated Song Jinxiu and picked up the telescope to look at her.
When he took a quick look, he was startled by the huge eye.
Song Jinxiu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Why are you looking at me? Look far away."
Song Jinxiu lifted the curtain of the car window and motioned for him to look outside.
Su Mo turned sideways and looked at the clear leaves swaying in the wind in the distance, and couldn't help but look back at Song Jinxiu in surprise.
"Is this the legendary clairvoyance?"
Song Jinxiu nodded, "Well, a telescope, you can call it a clairvoyance."
Su Mo turned sideways to look at Yuan 뀘 again, then sat back down, looking at Song Jinxiu with deep eyes, "How do you have these?"
Song Jinxiu looked at him and said, "I said it was given by an immortal. Do you believe it?"
"I believe it, Miss Song, do you have anything else?" Su Mo said, glancing at his still bulging purse.
Song Jinxiu followed his gaze and looked at the purse in her hand.
She quickly threw the purse into the backpack and asked coldly, "Why? Are you still not satisfied?"
"No," Su Mo explained quickly, "Miss Song, you'd better not show these treasures to others in the future. Do you understand the principle of 'the innocent is guilty of possessing a treasure'?"
Song Jinxiu looked at him coldly: "Then will you covet my things and harm me?"
Su Mo quickly shook his head: "Of course I won't."
Song Jinxiu then smiled and said, "That's fine. I don't think you're an ungrateful person. If you feel bad about it, just give me more money."
"Of course. I'll ask Su Kui to send you some money later."
Su Mo still insisted, "Miss Song, not everyone is a gentleman. You'd better be younger."
Song Jinxiu waved her hand and said, "I see. I gave it to you because you are a good person. Remember, carry these two things with you. Don't lend them to others and don't let others know. They may save your life in a critical moment."
Seeing that it was getting late, Song Jinxiu did not stay any longer and hurried home with the basket on her back.
There was an extra 1,000 taels of silver in her space.
Su Mo promised to let the pockmarked man go back and get the remaining money and send it over. The one thousand taels was the medical fee he paid.
Su Mo ordered the pockmarked man to secretly escort Song Jinxiu back home, and then let her leave.
I didn't expect that such a little peasant girl could be so talented.
In the carriage, Su Mo fumbled for the compass and telescope. These things were small and exquisite, but their functions were amazing. I don’t know what material it is made of. Could it be that it was made by immortals?
I want that little girl's treasure-bag-like purse...
"Su Kui, let Yiming leave the Dark Tower and become Miss Song's personal nanny. You can send the money over later."
"Ah? Boy, Yiming is the head coach. Asking her to protect the Song family's girls is a bit too much, isn't it? How about picking a few good ones from the fourth floor and sending them over?"
The pockmarked man was reluctant to let go, because Yiming was his dream lover. After following Miss Song, will we meet again in the future?
"Fourth floor? No, I don't want anyone to know that I have anything to do with the little girl.
Just take Yiming. No one knows her identity, so you can take her indenture with you as well. From then on, Miss Song was the only one in her life. ”
Didn't she always want to die of old age? In this way, even if something unexpected happened to her, Yiming would be there to protect her, right? ”
Song Jinxiu skipped down the mountain, and just as she stepped outside the house, she heard a noisy commotion inside.
"Oh, how pitiful! He was beaten like this."
"No, Sister Xinghua is also unlucky. She watched her children pass away, but she didn't expect that she would not be able to enjoy the happiness."
"Mom, please don't die, Mom, please don't die..."
The yard was full of people, and the crying of the younger sister and brother could be heard from the house.
mother?
Song Jinxiu frowned, could it be that something happened to Yuan's mother?
"Sister, you're back. Our mother hanged herself. Wuuwuwu..."
"Hanged? What happened?"
Song Jinxiu walked forward and looked at the woman on the bed.
In my memory, although my mother was thin and dark-skinned, she was in good health.
The woman lying on the bed in front of me had sunken eyes, a gray face, and glaring white hair.
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