"Do you think I could just wave my kid away from the charm of the Eight Clans? By what right? By my kid's pitifully low favorability rating?"
Oh my god, my Chocolate Alice pig! As a lotus flower at the feet of Buddha, how could she utter such outrageous words?
If you make things difficult for a five-year-old, doesn't even Heaven care? Shouldn't they give her a good beating or something?
"077, what are you saying! I, Benlian, will not allow you to say such insecure words. Who are you?"
You're the pride of our NPC world, the cutest person in the universe! Believe in yourself, you're the best, you can do it!
Buddha Lotus spoke with such fervor and conviction, yet it was utterly contrary to her own heart. Ugh.
Helian Si: "………………"
"roll!"
Helian Mousi's face was no longer pink and tender, but as black as charcoal. He gritted his teeth and uttered this word.
"Alright, I'm off!"
With a "snap," Buddha Lotus vanished, leaving Wahaha, which had fallen mid-air, lying forlornly in the corner.
After a while, a golden light appeared, and a shimmering golden lotus petal quietly floated out, gently pulling Wahaha up and then quietly drifting it back into the golden light.
Helian Si: "..." (expressionless face.jpg)
The little girl, Helian Mousisi, was just a tiny doll sitting on the bed, looking utterly hopeless.
"Splat".
The little girl, wrapped in her small blanket, leaned straight back, her body forming a "T" shape.
Staring at the warm yellow canopy above her head, her grape-like, moist eyes blinked.
"I'm tired, Sisi is tired."
Finally, after staring for a while, the little girl grabbed her small blanket with her short hands, covered her fluffy little head with it, and leaned to one side.
"Waaaaah~"
The little girl's small body trembled under the blanket in her small bedroom, and her soft, sweet little voice cried softly.
**
General's Mansion.
It was past midnight, and the lights in the general's mansion had long been extinguished, with only a few lamps flickering in the evening breeze from the eaves of the corridor.
In a dilapidated woodshed, push open a hidden compartment, the walls shake, and a long, narrow corridor appears. Pass through the corridor, and a hidden room laid out as a study comes into view.
Meanwhile, in the study's secret chamber, a tall figure sat on a grand chair. Wen Yi, with a square face and a gloomy expression, stared intently at the black-clad man who had been dead for some time.
The man in black didn't die a very good death; his face was bluish-black, and dark blood was oozing from his mouth. One of his arms was twisted irregularly.
Wen Yi's fingers, resting on the armchair, tapped repeatedly on the back of the armchair, creating a "thump, thump, thump" sound in the dark study, adding to the oppressive atmosphere.
"General, none of my men have returned from this trip. How do you intend to compensate me for my losses?"
In the dark study, a person sat on a pear wood chair, gently fanning themselves with an expensive fan. On the fan's surface was a traditional Chinese ink painting of landscape.
He was clearly a man, but his face was powdered and his eyebrows were drawn; his eyebrows were long and narrow, he had fox-like eyes, and his lips were adorned with rouge.
Wearing a peach-pink robe embroidered with peach blossoms, she could easily be mistaken for a Peking Opera performer at first glance.
Beside the pearwood chair where the man sat, a pink paper umbrella sat quietly, with peach blossoms blooming on the paper.
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