Chapter 537 My Goddess Is A Bird (42)
After Wen Xiao got the herbal medicine, she drove Qingluan away. Before Qingluan left, she told Qingluan again what she had said before to keep her mouth shut, and her expression seemed quite serious.

"Don't you hate her very much? Why are you so kind today?" Yan Yu sat on a small stool in the yard, helping Wen Xiao pack the herbs she had just snatched, while talking to her with a faint smile on her lips.

"I really hate her, but I don't blame her for this incident. She was involved in it unintentionally. Although this little blue bird is very annoying, it hasn't done anything bad, at most it's arrogance. A little annoying, a little annoying, a little domineering."

Yan Yu raised his head and looked at the girl opposite, seeing her slightly disgusted but extremely real expression, something in his heart suddenly moved slightly.

It is the morning now, the sun is not strong, the sun falls on the skin, it is slightly sticky, it adheres to Yan Yu's exposed skin like tarsal maggots, making him feel a little itchy.

The moment he saw Wen Xiao's sideways face, this kind of itching was not relieved, but became more serious.

It itched and itched, and it got into my heart.

Yan Yu's eyelids moved slightly, and even the long eyelashes on them flickered.

Wen Xiao was immersed in studying the herbs in his hand and did not notice Yan Yu's unusual expression.

Yan Yu looked at the girl's gentle side face in the sun, his eyes suddenly darkened, he raised his hand and gently pushed the strand of hair that had been accidentally scattered on Wen Xiao's forehead behind her ear.

Wen Xiao only felt a clear herbal aroma passing by the tip of her nose lightly, she raised her head subconsciously, and met the man's picturesque eyebrows and eyes.

There are gangsters, like cuts are like consultations, like cuts like grinding.

At that moment, she saw a familiar light in Yan Yu's eyes.

Wen Xiao turned her head away with some embarrassment, her ears were slightly red, she looked extremely lovely.

Yan Yu smiled slightly, and continued to lower his head to sort out the herbs in his hand.

Time is still long, and he has plenty of patience.

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Mr. Bai acted very quickly, and in the afternoon he brought over twenty people to meet Wen Xiao.

According to Mr. Bai, these twenty or so people were all the ancestors had seen within a week.

Wen Xiao looked over one by one, but didn't see any clues.

These people all looked frightened, and it was obvious that most of them were servants of the Bai family. Now that they had suffered a terrible disaster, they were naturally very worried.

After Wen Xiao inquired carefully, as expected, she did not find any useful clues.

"These people should be fine, and they haven't come into contact with the aura of insidious methods." After those people were sent away, Wen Xiao said to Mr. Bai with a serious face, "Since they are not servants of the Bai family, then this It's going to be troublesome."

Old Mr. Bai didn't realize it at first, but it wasn't until Wen Xiao's expression became a little strange that he realized what Wen Xiao meant.

If it wasn't done by the servants, then there are only two possibilities left, one is the hands and feet of the Bai family themselves, and the other is the hands and feet of other famous people from other families.

Mr. Bai subconsciously ruled out the possibility of his own family doing it.

It's not that he favors his own family, but because the ancestor's existence is very special. He will not pose a threat to the interests of anyone in the Bai family. He will only bring incomparable glory to the Bai family. It is not said that he is the spiritual pillar of the Bai family. Too much.

 "There are bandits and gentlemen, who are as sharp as cutting, and as sharp as grinding." From the Book of Songs "The Book of Songs Weifeng Qiao"

  It’s about praising people for their good moral character~
  
 
(End of this chapter)

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