After being dressed as a little fat, he was taken away by the male protagonist

Chapter 21 I don't want to leave the hero...

The sun was high, and Xiao Lu happily jumped on the top of the carriage, looking at the magnificent mountains and rivers, the scenery of the mountains and rivers, the fiery trees and silver flowers.

The grievance of last night was completely gone.

"Third son?"

"Go get that fat bird back."

"Yes." That night Shen Wang went back the same way without saying a word.

Xiao Lu didn't expect that he woke up in the carriage in a daze. He thought it was a sweet dream, but when he saw Shen Yanjin, who was tied with a wound belt around his neck, he almost broke down in tears. Nothing is the most dangerous around the hero, and this danger It also represents the safest.

It suddenly wanted to beat the gongs and drums, to celebrate that he was not ruthlessly abandoned by the male lead, and also to celebrate that the male lead was still wandering between a gentleman and a non-gentleman, but fortunately he has not changed into the way he is in the book.

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"Third Young Master, we're here."

Huan'an City, located south of the capital.

Xiao Lun was originally absent-minded, but when he heard the location, he immediately became energetic, and was about to climb onto Shen Yanjin's shoulder and look outside when he lifted a corner of the curtain.

A calm look in his eyes suppressed back Xiao Lu's newly aroused happiness.

If you don't give a stand, don't give a stand, who cares, Xiao Lu silently said with contempt, jumped on the window by himself, opened the corner of the curtain with his small head, and looked at the noisy street with his round eyes.

The word rich and vulgar is nothing more than that here.There are a lot of traffic and traffic, and it deserves to be one of the four cities. This prosperity is no worse than that of the capital.

"Jiujiu" would be fine if it was a human being. Wouldn't it be nice to come to this world and enjoy it, but it's a pity that it's just a little bird.

With a depressed expression, Xiao Ling jumped back into the carriage without saying a word, and sat in a small ball with his trembling body in a corner, lowering his sense of existence, but ever since he met the male lead who had forgotten him, he never felt cared about .

Shen Yanjin is no longer the Shen Yanjin of four years ago. He is now a master of martial arts, has defeated countless enemies, and may have more blood on his hands than before. He gradually fits the Shen Yanjin in the book, and it is inextricable.

In a few years, he will be even more outstanding, and also...more ruthless.

But at that time, it can't see it either. Anyway, the lifespan of a bird is as long as ten years or as short as four or five years. It is normal for it to die at any time.

Shen Yanjin pursed his lips and looked back indifferently, looking straight at the entrance of the carriage, feeling a little strange in his heart.

The carriage bumped, passed through the cumbersome market, and stopped in front of a restaurant. After Shen Wan got off the carriage, he was about to reach out to help Shen Yanjin who opened the curtain.

"No need."

"Yes." The master has been very resistant to being approached by others since four years ago, and the contact last night was just an accident.

"Jiujiu." Xiao Ling was heartless, seeing Shen Yanjin who was gradually going away, he still couldn't help but want to follow. In its small world, the only person he knew was Shen Yanjin.

After finally coming back, I just took a look and left...

It will always miss him.

"Little Fat Bird, the Third Young Master asked me to take you up." Shen Wang turned back, stepped into the carriage and reached out to pick up the injured Xiao Feijiu, and carefully took him away.

Xiao Lu lay in Shen Zhu's hand in a daze, snoring softly, his fragile appearance aroused Shen Wang's rough heart, he thought happily, no wonder the master forgot and was not willing to abandon the bird , so well-behaved, soft, and able to protect the Lord, very spiritual, if it were him, he would not be willing to part with it.

Someone's hand is touching its feathers, it's itchy.

Xiao Feijiu, who was full of sleep, opened his round black bean eyes, looked up, and met a pair of beautiful eyes like glass, big and bright, with a curious expression.

(End of this chapter)