Seeing that the day of Mr. Zhao's wedding was getting closer, he sent people to the homes of nearby people to tell them.
The people in the town tried to persuade them but were instead rejected. They thought that there was no need to be afraid of curses when there were immortals around.
Ruan Mian returned to the small courtyard and said guiltily.
"I'm sorry, Grandma Qi, I haven't been able to find your granddaughter yet."
The girl clenched her fingers, unable to face the old man's kind face.
Zhilu moved a stool and placed it behind her, "Sit down, sister."
Fortunately, Grandma Qi was not angry. She walked back to the house with her cane and brought out a plate of hot buns.
Smiling, she said, "We were bored, so we picked some fresh locust flowers and steamed them into buns. Try them."
It's big and fluffy, and tastes great.
As the girl ate, she forgot about the portrait and felt much happier.
Zhilu also held one. Because her hands were small, the bun looked very big, and some crumbs got on the tip of her nose, which made Ruan Mian hold back his laughter.
During the conversation with Grandma Qi, she told her.
I came to Qingshi Town with my senior brothers and sisters to investigate the strange events related to the curse.
The old man asked again, "How are you doing on a daily basis? Have you been bullied?"
The girl shook her head and chewed and swallowed the bun.
"No, the senior brothers and sisters in the Tianluan Sect treat me very well. Since I have the worst talent, they usually take care of me a little more."
The girl's cheeks puffed up and her eyes narrowed into crescents, looking very cute and innocent.
Seeing that she didn't look like she was faking it, Grandma Qi nodded, her brows relaxed, and she felt relieved.
"That's good... That's good."
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