This witch, please stay

Chapter 45 Out of the City
A round of full moon has been washed away by the morning sun and turned into an extremely thin shortbread, falling on the west side of the sky, which is extremely different from the already light blue sky. A conspicuous decoration.

Following the two "benefactors" in front of him who didn't seem to know what "tiredness" was at all, they walked from midnight to dawn, and Jia Xianren, who had been awakened in his sleep, had trembling eyelids at this time, and almost narrowed his eyes. There is a faint slit.

In a daze, Jia Xianren just felt as if an invisible hand was pressing his head hard to the ground.

Under the head that moves up and down like a seesaw, there are also a pair of legs that seem to have been poured into lead water. They are moving step by step with difficulty, and people can't help but worry that the next step is that soft scholar. The last step of my life.

The gradually stronger sense of hunger mixed with the heavy iron-like drowsiness, making the scholar's consciousness gradually blur.

He looked up at the already bright sky, and subconsciously murmured, "It's dawn..." Then, for no reason, he recalled the full moon that was already difficult to discern from the sky if he didn't look carefully. When I was a child, I always had coarse grain pancakes at home during the festival.

The battered coarse grains, mixed with rice bran and rice bran, are spread flat and baked on the bottom of the pot, and after a while, a fragrant and crispy pancake will be freshly out of the pot.

very delicious!

He remembered that when he was a child, his mother would always think of ways to make the pancakes thinner.

In this way, the four of them in the family can have a few more pancakes to eat with four mouths.

Leaving the small mountain village in his hometown and entering the city, Jia Xianren also gritted his teeth quietly and ate the sesame seed cakes in the streets and alleys.

There were a lot of things in the pancakes, but Jia Xianren always felt that they were not as delicious as the pancakes at home, so he couldn't help cursing his mother after eating them slowly.

Just fucking want me to pay five cents for this broken cake? !

When Jia Xianren looked at the round with only a faint full moon left, Xun Ming was also looking at him.

Jiang Sinan, who had been greatly wronged in his heart, had endless grievances. On the way from the center of the city to the city gate in front of him, he forcibly cursed halfway.

I don't know if he was really tired of scolding or felt that scolding was boring. In the end, he turned his head with a look of unsatisfactory expression, and followed Xun Ming to walk along the road in such a stupid way.

Although Jiang Sinan felt strange, he was sulking, so he didn't ask any questions very stubbornly, as if this opening was because of his weak momentum.

In fact, Xun Ming didn't know where to go next. He was just because he was the one who was "chased" in the process of "running away". But the two people following him still had the look of "you go your way".

Coupled with Jiang Sinan's cursing skills that "opened his ears" all the way later, Xun Ming only cared about controlling his mind, and was able to hold back his sword and "I don't know how to use swordsmanship. "It's already good enough to fight a big head garlic, let alone recognize the way and think about where to go.

Not to mention Jia Xianren, who looked like he was about to close his eyes and pass out in the next second, it would be good to be able to follow them all the way, let alone expect him to say something at this critical moment.

So the three of them walked through the second half of the journey without farting, until they reached the gate of the city.

Seeing that the scholar who was a little bit out of his mind was already looking up at the sky, as if he was about to kick his legs and "suddenly die", Xun Ming's brows twitched continuously, and then he didn't pay attention to the strength of his hands , slapped Jiang Sinan's hand hard.

Jiang Sinan, who finally calmed down a little bit of anger, was touched so hard, he was a little restless at that time.

Provocative, right? !I just said a few words to you? !
Jiang Sinan, who raised a pair of sword eyebrows staringly, turned his head "swish", with an expression of "you kid, aren't you looking for fault?"

However, after seeing Xun Ming's extremely disappointed and complex expression of deep helplessness and hatred for iron, the expression on his face quickly changed into an extremely solemn and peaceful expression like a performance, Jianmei Shenxin.

Seeing Jiang Sinan's expression change like a magic trick, Xun Ming felt the urge to sigh again, but in the end he held it back.

"Do you have any dry food in your square inch?"

"Dry food? Are you okay?" Jiang Sinan's tone was surprised, and his sword eyebrows became higher and lower, as if silently expressing their confusion.

Xun Ming just glanced at him and saw the meaning in his expression.

Brother Xun, is he still so down and out even though he is the young suzerain?

Taking another deep breath, Xun Ming suppressed his emotions and pointed at Jia Xianren who had already started to "watch the sky", and then he couldn't help but wonder how this buddy grew up so big.

Is it due to good talent and hard fists?
To be honest, if Xun Ming hadn't fallen so badly now and fought a tough battle "just now", he might have had a good exchange of swordsmanship and Taoism with Jiang Sinan.

This kid really owes it!
Following Xun Ming's finger, Jiang Sinan's head turned slowly, and then he saw a pale scholar with sunken cheeks, black eye circles and seals, looking at the sky motionless, with a Immediately, he looked as if he was going to die with a kick of his legs.

"Hey, where did the kid come from!"

Jiang Sinan, who was startled by this starving ghost who suddenly "appeared" behind him, shook his wrist, almost flashing out a silver flying sword that likes to rub his master's face.

Jiang Sinan, who recognized the figure after being slightly taken aback, subconsciously blurted out:

"Jia Xianren? When did you die again?"

Along the way, Jiang Sinan, who was first full of women, and then full of obscene Xunming, didn't notice Jia Xianren who was not even two steps away from him.

He just knew that Jia Xianren was following him, but he didn't notice anything else.

So after seeing clearly the face that was not much different from that of a starved ghost, Jiang Sinan, who had traveled to mountains and rivers and dealt with ghosts a lot, blurted out directly, and then got Xun Ming a blank stare.

"Seeing that he is going to die, why don't you take it out quickly?!"

"Why don't you take it? Daode kidnapped me, right? You're a Confucian student?" Jiang Sinan's hands were not slow, but his mouth was unequivocal.

"I didn't bring it..." Xun Ming said helplessly.

If I brought it, how can you have so many things? !

This is not Xun Ming's nonsense, there is indeed no mortal food in his storage ring, and his assortment of ingredients, spices and kitchen utensils are all immortal items.

And after experiencing the painful lesson last time, Xun Ming was unwilling to let that kid Jia Xianren touch any food that had anything to do with spiritual energy even if he was beaten to death.

It's bad to think about it!

Looking at the sky for a while, he roughly estimated that it was time for breakfast. Xun Ming looked around casually again. After finding no trace of the breakfast shop, he sighed slightly, and then skillfully threw his left hand upwards. Suddenly, a pink elixir rose from his hand, drew a playful arc in the air, and fell into his slightly opened mouth exactly.

A faint satisfied smile slowly emerged from the corner of his mouth, and even his eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved.

Well, luck is good, it tastes like fire lingonberries.

(End of this chapter)