Cangye raised his eyebrows, his dark green wolf eyes filled with terrifying surges, making people frightened: "What do you mean by husband?"
Song Jinqiao thought for a moment and said very seriously: "My husband is just an old male."
His wolf eyes narrowed, becoming even darker than before, and he exuded an unpredictable feeling of joy and anger that was difficult to discern. "So why did Qiao Qiao ask me to call you husband?"
Song Jinqiao choked and was silent for a while before saying, "Because...actually, I like older ones. You're too young."
[Hahahahahahahaha, you young cow eating old grass, hahahahahahahahaha.]
After saying that, he nodded seriously and said, "You are too young as a male."
She sighed and shook her head, but halfway through the sigh, seeing the man's increasingly dangerous eyes, Song Jinqiao's heart started to ring with alarm bells, and she turned around and ran outside.
[Host, why are you so cowardly?]
'Sometimes in life you have to bow your head when you need to, so that you can live a more comfortable life.'
Song Jinqiao breathed a sigh of relief when he found that Cangye did not follow him.
…
Song Jinqiao had been making clothes for Dafen in the afternoon, but Dafen wanted to drag her to the fair.
"Don't you want clothes? I'm making clothes for you." Song Jinqiao was standing at the door of his house with her arm pulled by her, and said helplessly.
Dafen looked up at her, hugged her arm, and said pitifully, "Just come with me. I'm bored alone, so I dragged you along."
Song Jinqiao said, "You can hold your partner with you!"
Dafen snorted and said angrily, "They don't understand what I like. I always feel that going out with them is meaningless. I might as well go with you."
Song Jinqiao couldn't persuade her and was forcibly dragged into the meeting by her.
Passing by the fake wizard's stall, the fake wizard was lying there leisurely.
Dafen saw this and said in confusion, "I don't know what's going on with that fake wizard these past few days. He's just been lying there doing nothing all day. He's just as weird as Thatcher."
Speaking of Thatcher, a brilliant idea suddenly flashed through Song Jinqiao's mind, and her eyes lit up.
"Come with me."
Song Jinqiao grabbed Dafen's wrist and pulled her to the fake witch's stall.
Dafen asked doubtfully, "What are you going to do?"
Song Jinqiao turned to look at her and said, "I want to ask that witch a question."
Dafen's eyes were instantly surprised, and he hurriedly grabbed her to stop her from moving forward: "But that Siwu is a fake!"
Song Jinqiao smiled and said, "I'll ask first, maybe he knows."
The fake Si Wu was basking in the sun when suddenly a long shadow fell on him. He raised his eyelids lazily, but saw that it was Song Jinqiao. He sat up suddenly.
"Little female, why are you here?"
Song Jinqiao took out a red crystal from his messenger bag, raised his hand, and said with a smile: "Si Wu, one crystal can ask a question, right?"
Si Wu's eyes instantly glued to the crystal stone, and his eyes lit up: "Yes, yes, yes, what do you want to ask?"
Song Jinqiao pulled Dafen to sit on the stool next to him, looked at Si Wu, and asked, "Do you know the orc Thatcher?"
"Thatcher?" Si Wu's eyes finally turned from the crystal to Song Jinqiao.
"Thatcher?" Dafen was also very surprised. "Qiao Qiao, are you interested in Thatcher's affairs?"
Song Jinqiao glanced at her and nodded to acknowledge what she said.
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