Magic Punk

Walking by the stream, I forget how far the road is.

Xuan Yi carried the baked potatoes and the small dried fish and walked along the road pointed by Uncle Da, walking upstream.

Of course, there was no peach blossom forest for him to meet. Even the cherry blossoms in Star City had all withered at this time of year.

So he couldn't even step on the cherry blossoms. Xuan Yi stepped on the bare stone road and listened to the gurgling stream. He didn't walk a mile or two when he saw the girl by the river.

The girl who was as cold as ice before was now sitting by the stream wearing a small dress, revealing two delicate and snow-white jade arms like onions, and her long silver-white hair was simply tied into a ponytail behind her head.

The girl's expression was still meticulous. Xing Lihua was originally a standard beauty. Even if she didn't wear makeup or fancy clothes, she was still stunningly beautiful, but her expression was melancholy, which made people awe.

But at this moment, there were two large tubs of clothes next to the girl, a tamper in her hand, and a small jar of soap powder beside her bare feet.

Looking at the ratio between the two basins of dirty clothes, one can imagine that Xing Lihua has been working here for a long time.

The so-called Xizi Huansha has not been witnessed by anyone, but at this moment, Xing Lihua is actually pounding the clothes in front of his eyes. The hand that is used to killing people is holding the hammer now, and the force of the hammer is steady and even on the clothes that have been washed for the first time. When the hammer is dropped, the sewage is leached out and then washed. Everything is in order, so the efficiency is also extremely high.

Is this - also a performance?

Xuan Yi couldn't help but ask himself in his heart.

In fact, he chose to come over in person to see the work Xing Lihua had done, not only to verify whether Xuan Er in this fantasy world knew things that did not even exist in his memory, but more importantly.

He wanted to know whether everything his sister did to him at that time was her own performance.

Even though he said he didn't care, he also thought he didn't care.

But in fact, deep down in his heart, Xuan Yi still cares about it.

He is also a specialist in the ANBU, and he can act in every situation, and he can easily deal with falsehoods and subterfuges.

He once thought that his sister was just an ordinary poor girl with a noble father's family but a humble mother's family, which led to her being abandoned at birth and forced to sell her body in order to raise him.

He didn't care at all.

As long as that person is his sister, it's enough.

But until Jiaoyue pierced a thorn in his heart and told him that his sister had actually been deceiving him from the beginning.

So - is this also deception?

This stupid girl could only find a job by doing laundry that required the least technical skills, was the most labor-intensive, and paid meager wages.

Is that also part of her show?

Part of the deception?

Does it mean that you have to perform a full set of performances, even if there is no audience, you still have to work hard to do your part?

Xuan Yi bit his lip, held back his tears, and then opened his mouth and said, Sister.

Xing Lihua looked up when she heard the sound, her pretty face turned slightly red for a moment. She never told Xuan Yi what she was doing. In addition to being afraid that her brother would worry about her, shyness was another aspect.

The girl originally planned to do a decent job to support herself and her younger brother, but it was so difficult to find a decent job. Although some of the education before the age of fourteen was quite suitable for work, those jobs would not be found by a ten-year-old. A four-year-old mixed-race girl does it.

What's more, in the process of looking for a job, more than one person or even many people told themselves that in fact, the industry that is most suitable for them is the easiest and fastest way to make money. As long as you close your eyes and treat yourself as if you were bitten by a dog, you can easily find a job. Although most of the nobles in Star City look down upon his mixed-race status, making a lot of money, there are a lot of people who prefer this one.

You know, despite his impure eye color, Xing Lihua still has his iconic silver hair, and his figure and appearance are top-notch. Although he can't go to high-end occasions, he is more than enough to be the head of a small place.

But how could Xing Lihua agree?

She had just temporarily escaped from the ANBU quagmire, so how could she jump back into another cesspit for such a small amount of money.

After almost facing death, the girl actually only wanted to quietly raise the little brother she had picked up.

Just like she originally thought.

Use clean money to raise a clean boy.

To make up for her past regrets and regrets.

So after many twists and turns, and even a few really good experiences, Xing Lihua finally chose this only job that she was good at.

After all, she can really wash the clothes quickly and very clean according to the regulations. The most important thing is that the only thing she has to face in this job is clothes that can't talk.

In the past ten years, Xing Lihua has never been good at dealing with people.

Relatively speaking, Xing Lihua always feels that dead people who cannot speak are more reliable.

At this time, when she saw her brother who picked it up for free suddenly appeared at the end of the stream, the girl opened her mouth and didn't know what to say.

yes.

Washing clothes turned out to be my second best job after killing, and I felt ashamed to tell anyone about it.

Seeing his sister who had the feeling of having her lover caught on a tryst, Xuan Yi couldn't help but wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and even wanted to laugh a little.

Then he walked forward quickly, first placed the package of dried fish on the stone beside the stream, and then spread out some wrinkled leaves, revealing a few ugly-looking baked potatoes inside: Sister, I I made this at home, thinking that my sister hadn’t eaten anything for lunch, so I sent it over.”

You touch it, it's still warm.

Xing Lihua bit her lip calmly. For the convenience of washing, she took off the clothes that were originally outside, leaving only a simple cover-up. Fortunately, there are few people here, even if there are really any scoundrels who dare to Come and belittle yourself, but also ask them to weigh their own weight first.

Of course she won't feel shy just because Xuan Yi is around. In fact, with Hoshi Tachibana's training, she won't be shy even if she fights naked, not to mention that she and Xuan Yi have been in the same room for the past few weeks. When sleeping, Xuan Yi is no more than a four-year-old boy.

But at this moment, Xing Lihua felt that the wind was a little stronger.

My eyes are a little sore.

Feelings without response are not feelings.

At this moment, both Xuan Yi and Xing Lihua received responses from each other.

Xing Lihua couldn't help but put down the tamper and washed her wrinkled fingers with cold stream water. Then she raised her hand and subconsciously wanted to brush her hair. Only then did she realize that for the convenience of washing, she had already removed her silver hair. Tie into a ponytail.

Then Xingtachihua slowly walked over barefoot. The girl's figure was tall and well-developed. Her green breasts were not as turbulent as they were eleven years later, but now they have begun to take shape.

She walked over step by step, then stretched out her hand to hold the baked potato on Xuan Yi's chest, ignoring the burnt black charcoal on it, and opened her mouth to take a big bite.

Then he smiled sideways.

It's so delicious.

Xuan Yi looked at his sister's chest and couldn't take his eyes away for a moment.

Between the white and clear collarbones, a bronze key was swinging at my sister's collar.