He smiled: "Hold tight."
Pei Xiqing quickly hugged his neck tightly, "Why are you hugging me all of a sudden?"
"You still want to be forgiven for hugging your wife?"
"Who is your wife? We haven't got the marriage certificate yet."
Duan Xiaolin hugged her tighter, "It's almost there."
Before Pei Xiqing could think about the meaning of these words, he carried her back into the house.
…
It’s the fifth day of Liu Dongshu’s tracking.
Finally, heavy rain began to fall in the village.
The originally peaceful and tranquil village seemed to be torn into countless holes by lightning, and the rain poured down in torrents, extremely fierce.
Pei Xiqing opened the window and looked out at the heavy rain, sighing, "Luckily, Brother Duan harvested all the vegetables in the field early."
Otherwise, all the efforts during this period will be wasted.
Looking back, Duan Xiaolin was sitting on the sofa, flipping through a book in his hand.
The little kid was sleeping on the ground. When he heard the thunder, he could still turn over and continue to sleep soundly.
The man patted the seat next to him and said, "You've been looking for a long time. Want to sit for a while?"
Pei Xiqing walked over and asked, "The villagers shouldn't have left the village yet, right?"
"not yet."
"I don't know where Liu Dongshu has gone. He hasn't come back for several days." These days, villagers can be seen everywhere looking for crystal cores, and they are almost turning the village upside down.
"Do you know something about this?" She tilted her head, then sat directly on the man's lap, hugged his neck, and asked seriously, "That person has disappeared since the day he showed up."
If he denied it, she would never believe it.
Duan Xiaolin raised his glasses and said, "His body has been sent back to headquarters. Qiu Chao took it away."
"What? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"Baby, if you hadn't asked, I wouldn't have brought up such an insignificant person." He glanced at Pei Xiqing with a half-smile, "Plus, since you haven't had the energy to deal with this matter lately, I didn't tell you and bothered you."
"You did it on purpose." Pei Xiqing slapped the book away from his hand. "You rascal, you're hiding it from me again. Are you afraid that I'll plead for him or that I'll be soft-hearted?"
Duan Xiaolin pinched her waist and pulled her up, letting her sit firmly before speaking: "I didn't do it on purpose. There is no relationship between him and you. Everyone in the world will be deceived by his sweet words, but I know you won't."
Pei Xiqing asked: "How did he die?"
"I killed him."
In fact, he couldn't bear the pain of having his crystal core dug out alive.
Sending the body back to Qiu Chao for research was exactly what he wanted.
Pei Xiqing immediately thought of the origin of the crystal core from a few days ago, "I see."
She understood immediately. Duan Xiaolin lowered his head and bit her lips. After kissing her for a while, she pushed him away ruthlessly.
Pei Xiqing poked his chest seriously and said, "Don't do this again. Tell me next time. And don't be so reckless."
Digging for crystal cores is a bit too... against the rules of the world.
The crystal cores have already been absorbed by the psychics and used to upgrade their abilities. If he just force his way through them, it will easily lead to some unpredictable consequences.
She may have only seen the tip of the iceberg of Duan Xiaolin's methods.
The Five Horses of the Apocalypse, without powerful superpowers, the way he consolidates his position in the base must be extraordinary.
Black 㹐, ghost 㹐...If you think about it carefully, he can't help but add fuel to the fire behind the scenes.
None of this matters anymore.
The important thing is that he can no longer come in his old style.
Duan Xiaolin squeezed her hand and asked, "Are you worried about me?"
"nonsense."
"I'll take care of it." He promised, "Since I promised you, I will definitely do it."
Pei Xiqing snuggled into his arms.
"When will you let me see that living parasite?"
Duan Xiaolin looked out the window.
Rain beats against the windows and wind breaks trees.
The dark clouds did not disperse because of the rain, but instead gathered together gloomily, like a lingering haze.
The interior is quiet and comfortable.
Pei Xiqing lay obediently on his chest.
He whispered, "Wait until this farce is over."
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