On the moon, the frogs croaked and the insects called, and Ling Qingxuan found the address of the hostess of this plane.

She stood calmly in front of the window, but she didn't know that her long hair was scattered, and in the moonlight, she looked more like a ghost that killed people.

"Who?!"

The heroine Cheng Wangfu sat up from the bed and hugged the quilt tightly in fright.

Aya Qingxuan checked again.

Cheng Wangfu?

[The heroine Cheng Wangfu was raised as a boy by her family since she was a child. She was the only one left in the family due to natural disasters a few years ago. Because of long-term laziness, suicidal thoughts, and overeating, she became a well-known fat girl. 】

The halo problem in this plane, in vernacular terms, is that the heroine is on strike, she doesn't want to be the heroine, she wants to fend for herself.

But the luck of the plane is related to the aura of the protagonist. If she continues like this, the plane will suffer with her.

Ling Qingxuan's mission on this trip was to get her to stop the idea of ​​a strike and be a good heroine.

Cheng Wangfu is sixteen this year, and he has reached the age of marriage early.

She is now 200 pounds, and there are still food and words on the bed.

If it wasn't for the surplus of food at home, she would be hungry enough to lose weight.

Come here, Aya Qingxuan knocked on the window.

"Lin's."

The body she used in this plane was a widow. Lin Shi married a man in his early years. The man had just married her when he got drunk and fell into the river and drowned. On the first night of the wedding, she became a widow.

Her husband's family thought she was a disaster and drove her out of the house. In her situation, even her parents dared not accept it. Therefore, Lin took the money she had secretly saved before and bought a nearby dilapidated house.

Anyway, no one wanted her. She simply adopted a homeless child during the natural disaster a few years ago.

Cheng Wangfu usually doesn't have much contact with the Lin family, but in this country, everyone knows that there are such two people.

A widow on the left, a fat **** the right.

Cheng Wangfu breathed a sigh of relief and opened the window.

"Sister Lin, are you sleepwalking this night?"

Cheng Wangfu has a face like Zhang Fu, even if he is so big, if he takes a good look at his makeup, this face is still cute.

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her eyes to look at Ling Qingxuan, and her pupils suddenly trembled.

Sister Lin... When did she become so beautiful?

The woman was still wearing the plain clothes, her hair was not combed, and her appearance was still the same, but compared to the dull and dark yellow before, her face was fairer and more moisturised.

Once this person is white and his skin is good, the whole person feels different to others.

Especially these eyes, like a clear spring, watery, extremely beautiful.

Cheng Wangfu immediately showed envious eyes and said excitedly, "Sister Lin, why have you become so good-looking, how did you do it, I think too!"

[Sir, the offset direction of the protagonist's aura has been pulled back a bit. 】

Unexpectedly, when Ling Qingxuan showed up, Cheng Wangfu had some motivation to live.

"Okay, come find me tomorrow."

This is much simpler, you don't need to be beaten up, and let the heroine be obedient.

"Okay, okay, I'll come tomorrow morning." Cheng Wangfu took out part of the snack on the bed and stuffed it into Ling Qingxuan's arms.

Ling Qingxuan thought that these are all things that children like to eat and can bring to Feng Jue, so she did not refuse.

When she returned to her home, she found that the candle was brightly lit.

The door opened, and Feng Jue rushed into her arms.

There was also the smell of blood in the air.

"My lord, I... I hurt someone."

The little guy squeezed the corner of her clothes tightly, his voice trembling slightly, but he was not afraid, but angry.

Ling Qingxuan looked back, and the middle-aged man with a wretched face fell to the ground, and the blood from his forehead spread on the ground.

Seeing that the chest is still slightly heaving, it should be still alive.

She looked down at Feng Jue, "Why hurt people?"

The vortex of spiritual energy on his body was easy to disturb the plane, but now relying on Ling Qingxuan's close restraint, it did not cause a serious situation.

But if the killing intent is too strong, Ling Qingxuan can't hold back.

Feng Jue bit her lip and said in a low voice, "He trespassed in the house, and he still wants to..."

Thinking of that person's vulgar words, anger flashed in Feng Jue's eyes, "I still want to steal something."

"Next time in this situation, find a rope to tie it up and throw it outside." It turned out to be a thief, Ling Qingxuan pinched his face, "Scared?"

Feng Jue shook her head and muttered, "I just feel angry."

He did not expect that Ling Qingxuan would come back so soon.

Yu Guangxuan stared at the man, and the air pressure around Feng Jue dropped suddenly.

He didn't want to cause trouble, but trouble got him.

"Eat some snacks to suppress the shock." Ling Qingxuan shoved the snacks to him and asked him to sit aside.

The woman neatly tied the man with a rope, dragged him all the way outside, and hung it from a tree.

It doesn't matter if the skin is broken and the blood is left, at least the life is still there.

Lingqing came to the entrance, only to see Feng Jue holding snacks, motionless.

"Sir, blame me."

It was his impulse.

"Sleep if you don't eat." Ling Qingxuan just wanted to hurry up until tomorrow so that the heroine could get back on track.

Feng Jue silently put things on the cabinet and went to clean up the blood on the ground.

There is only one bed in this room, and the quilt has been touched by the man.

When Ling Qingxuan went to take a bath, Feng Jue found the thin quilt they used in summer.

After washing the refreshing Ling Qingxuan, she glanced at the quilt, "This will be cold."

They have no spiritual protection now, just like ordinary people.

"If I hold the lord, it won't be cold." Feng Jue said subconsciously, pursing her lips to explain, "I didn't mean that."

But the reality is that there is really only one bed.

Ling Qingxuan took out the spirit sword and slashed it, and the bed instantly turned into two halves.

Well, there are now two beds.

Feng Jue:  …

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"A widow no one wants! Your child is fierce! He actually did something to an adult like me. If someone in the village hadn't covered me, would he still want to kill me!"

"How dare you even tie me up, you two are going to turn the world upside down, ah?"

Early in the morning, it was noisy outside.

With her cold eyes wide open, Ling Qingxuan glimpsed that the quilt was all over her body, and Feng Jue was only covered with clothes.

She sat up and opened the window.

The sun is just right outside, and the man dangling on the rope with his teeth and claws is funny, and he is surrounded by village neighbors.

"Isn't this the maniac from the Zhang family? Lin's is really brave, dare to provoke him."

"They are orphans and widows, and they have no backing here. I want to tell you. It just happened that the leprosy was attracted to others, so they simply agreed to buy one, get one free, and have a stupid son."

Feng Jue stood up, "I'm going out."

He smashes people, and if they want to scold them, they come at him. These people, with their broken mouths, have to involve others.

"Um?"

Due to the jet lag, Ling Qingxuan watched the sun for a while, thinking about why the heroine hadn't come yet, and brought Feng Jue back to the bed.

"Sleep a little longer."

Tossed too late yesterday, the child didn't get enough sleep, and the president won't grow taller.

The little girl didn't listen to the gossip outside.