The heroine engages in introversion in another world and saves herself from becoming a big boss

Chapter 118 I Will Call You, Assassin (2)

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No, who is this fat man?
Heideng is blind, so they can't see what the face looks like.

I saw the fat man adjusted his clothes, and looked at the scholar who came out of the teahouse with a pair of eyes full of expectation.

"You're right, but Song Lanyi?"

The man froze for a moment, then subconsciously nodded.

The fat man laughed loudly.

It's still the kind of squishy look with hips crossed, head raised and laughing.

"I knew that Miss was so talented that she overwhelmed the Kyushu Tianjiao, and it was only natural to win the top spot."

Everyone is heartbroken.

I know Song Lanyi is amazing, but she is not crazy yet, what are you crazy about?
"I?"

Steward Wang has always been amiable in front of Song Lanyi, but now facing outsiders, his chubby body suddenly raised an aura.

"I am the housekeeper of the Song residence!"

There was one more thing he didn't say.

He treats Song Lanyi like his own daughter!

Even if Song Hanhai didn't agree, he still secretly treated Song Lanyi as his daughter!
As soon as the words fell, Steward Wang ignited the firecrackers on the ground.

In the darkness, only the violent sound of firecrackers could be heard, crackling and crackling, which could burst people's eardrums.

At this time, taking advantage of the flickering light, everyone looked at the ground intently.

Hey!
Good guy.

There were dozens of strings of firecrackers.

What family?

Dare to set off firecrackers like this?

Oh, it's Song Lanyi's family, that's what it should be.

Amidst the deafening voices, some people were discussing in a hurry: "Where is Miss Song? Why doesn't she come out for a walk, so that my grandson can rub off on Master Wenquxing's talent."

Steward Wang glared, wanting to stop it.

If everyone rubbed off on Miss's talent, wouldn't the lady's talent be wiped out by others?
It can't be like this!
But he didn't like to say it loudly. If he really wanted to say it, wouldn't he offend other people?
Fortunately, Song Lanyi did not appear until the dozens of strings of firecrackers were all fired.

Steward Wang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

And Song Lanyi, who was regarded as wool by everyone, had long expected the crowded scene on the street.

She deliberately turned a corner and walked into a lonely alley.

But when she came to a fork in the road, she stopped suddenly.

At the intersection, in a dark and damp corner covered with heavy snow, there is a straw mat full of holes.

On the straw mat was an old man in ragged clothes and withered hair that looked like weeds.

The old man closed his eyes and lay in the corner, shivering from time to time because of the whistling wind and snow hitting his body.

"Crench, crunch."

Song Lanyi's steps were smooth, and each foot firmly stepped on the fluffy snow, making it flat.

She walked up to the old man, ignored the mess on the ground, squatted down in front of him, pretended to take out a bun from her cuff, and said calmly, "Eat?"

When the old man heard the voice, before he opened his eyes, his nose moved slightly.

There was longing in his feeble movements, the thin and old arms were trembling, but they accurately grasped the bun in Song Lanyi's hand.

Then, he opened his eyes suddenly, and devoured it at a fast speed.

Song Lanyi squatted beside him, casually kneaded Luoxue into balls, and said casually, "Is it delicious?"

The old man ate the steamed stuffed bun, and made an indistinct sound from his mouth, "En!"

Song Lanyi smiled, she crushed the snowball in her hand suddenly, and said sadly, "Why did you lie to me?"

"Huh...huh?" The old man was stunned, he swallowed the buns in his mouth, and pointed to himself in disbelief, "Me?"

Song Lanyi wiped his snow-stained hands, straightened up, looked down at the old man, and said firmly, "You were the one who turned into a magic trick in the mirage, right?"

Although the tone rose slightly at the end, just looking at Song Lanyi's appearance, it has been confirmed... the old man in front of him is the same person as the juggler in the mirage!
When she finished speaking, the eyes of the old man lying in the corner suddenly changed.

He closed his eyes, swallowed the buns slowly, and his demeanor became completely different.

"So what? And, if you talk about it in the future, you have to wait until I finish eating."

Yo, I even made rules for her.

Song Lanyi felt that this old man was not simple.

At least the aura of this body, whether it is street style or folk jugglers, cannot be possessed.

He stood up slowly, looked at Song Lanyi, "I will follow you for a while."

Song Lanyi slowly put out a question mark?
Brother, am I not familiar with you?
In the next breath, what the old man said changed Song Lanyi's mind immediately.

"Your Tao can summon people who write poetry, so... can it summon people who write novels?"

The word novel shocked Song Lanyi.

If she's not mistaken, there isn't any kind of genre called novels in this area.

There are only parallel prose, scriptures and poetry.

Song Lanyi even wanted to shake the old man's shoulders.

Damn you, aren't you also a time traveler?

It's just that this idea only appeared for a moment, and Song Lanyi denied it again.

This is a real and fictional world. Here, under various wonderful experiences, it is not impossible for the reality to partially overlap with the previous life.

She looked directly at the old man, didn't say much, but simply said, "What good do I have?"

The old man smiled, "Believe it or not, after the Lantern Festival, you will go to the southern border. You have also seen the situation in the southern border. You Song Lanyi has eighteen tricks, but what you have to face is hiding in the gutter Here, an unknown number of enemies."

Song Lanyi was a little moved.

Don't be afraid of [-] in everything, just be afraid of what happens.

The big deal is to keep this person at home for a while, and if he doesn't go to the southern border, then we'll talk about it later.

If you go to the southern border, there will be an extra free thug.

Song Lanyi didn't believe that those who could open up a new path in another world were mediocre.

Of course, she is an exception.

She is open.

In just a few breaths, Song Lanyi had already made a decision.

But before she could speak, the old man suddenly smiled, and changed into a shameless look, "I knew you would agree. Let's go, it's not good to eat here, let's go home, Eat and chat."

Song Lanyi was silent.

She thought that her face-changing speed was considered fast.

But the person in front of him is simply a dog face, if he says turn his face, he will turn his face.

She took a deep breath.

OK, just eat it.

See how much you can eat!

An hour later.

Song Lanyi looked at the mountain-high plates piled up on the table, and couldn't help but fell silent.

It is indeed the world of immortal martial arts.

Even the king of big stomachs is stronger than his previous life.

Song Lanyi glanced at the cook who was sweating profusely from kneading his dough, and sighed with emotion, "I would like to call you an assassin."

　I can't write anymore, let's change it today, it's too late, I'm going to bed
　　
　
(End of this chapter)