The female supporting role who passed through time was poisoned again

Chapter 166 Mistake 3
Zihua didn't say anything more, but spoke with strength. She raised her hand, released the power in the ring, and attacked the boy.

The boy may feel sore all over when he wakes up, but it is better than not being able to take control of his body for a while, a few days, a few weeks, or a few months.

Ling was forcibly separated, and it was a little boy with a cropped cut, who looked younger than the boy he was attached to.

Feeling the dusty smell on the boy, Zihua sighed: "So you are also a forgotten person!"

The boy still didn't seem to understand why he was separated, blinked his eyes, glanced at the person who fell on the ground, walked over, and wanted to reattach his body.

Zihua moved her hand, and a flashing red barrier stood between the boy and the person lying on the ground.

"Instead of wandering around, why don't you do me a favor!"

Zihua walked towards the boy, bent down to be at eye level with him.

"Hmph, why should I help you?" The boy curled his lips, with a fire called arrogance in his eyes.

Zihua straightened her body again, "There is really no need to help."

As she said, she drifted away from the path. He really had no reason to help her, and she also had no reason to force him to do something. Just ask. If he didn't want to help, she wouldn't force him either.

Some things are not forced, but will happen naturally.

The boy saw that she was going to float away, and after thinking about it, he also floated, right behind her.

"Hey, why did you give up so quickly, and didn't tell me what benefits you will get from helping you?"

The boy didn't have enough spiritual power, so he chased Zihua at the trotting speed he thought he had for a long time, but the distance between the two of them didn't get closer, but got farther and farther apart. The distance looked anxious.

He eagerly shouted from behind: "Hey, wait for me, wait for me."

Seeing that the teasing was almost done, Zihua stopped fluttering and stood there waiting for the little boy to arrive.

With her waiting, no matter how weak the boy's spiritual power was, he caught up with her in a short while, "Huchihuchi, I finally caught up."

"How's it going? Are you willing to help me?" Zihua asked quickly before he could recover.

The boy didn't nod or shake his head immediately, but instead asked, "What good can I do if I help you?"

"No more wandering around."

Zihua looked at the dust on his body, the spirit with little spiritual power didn't even have the strength to resist the dust, it was gradually turned into dust, and finally it could only become a pile of dust.

And the reason why this boy is attached to other people is probably because something happened to him, maybe there are some evil spirits around here.

The boy hesitated, "Okay, I promise to help you. What do you need me to do?"

"It's simple, just do what you do best, trick or treat."

The boy was stunned for a moment, and realized that her words seemed to be belittling him, so he snorted, "There are many things I am good at."

"There are indeed many, but this is the only thing I need you to do." In order to let the boy do things as soon as possible, Zihua praised him without hesitation.

The boy nodded very usefully.

After Zihua told him what to do, he went to the playground to watch a good show.

In the huge playground, a group of students with an average height of less than 1.4 meters are standing upright. Their heights may vary a lot, but after they are arranged in order, no matter how inconsistent their heights are, they can be arranged nicely.

Quan Qianfan was wearing a sports uniform with a whistle hanging around his neck. Following his whistle, the group of students in front of him followed his instructions, standing at attention and aligning to the left...

The girl Zihua followed in the morning was also doing those movements inside.

Maybe it was too obvious where she was sitting, after Quan Qianfan asked the group of children to go for a run, when he looked away from them, he saw her sitting on the tree.

It should be a kind of telepathy, otherwise how could he see her sitting on the tree at a glance.

Quan Qianfan came under the tree, he raised his head and glanced at the people on the tree, "Are you waiting for me to get off work?"

Zihua shook her head, "I came to see your joke."

Quan Qianfan was taken aback for a moment, and looked at her inexplicably.

At this time, a bird flew by in the sky, and something white passed through the leaves perfectly, dripping onto Quan Qianfan's forehead.

Quan Qianfan frowned, and wiped his hand on his forehead in disbelief. When he really saw that his hand was covered with a white and a little black thick substance, he rushed to the toilet.

Zihua watched blankly.

The matter is not over yet, the real drama begins next.

Quan Qianfan was leading the students to prepare for the exercise, twisting and moving their muscles and bones, suddenly the center of gravity was unstable, and the posture of falling was very strange, and the whole body was on the belly.

Quan Qianfan was teaching the students how to play basketball, and the ball leaked as soon as it was slapped on the ground.

Quan Qianfan was about to drink water, when he opened the kettle, there was ice in it, which still couldn't be melted.

……

They were all small fights, and they didn't cause any physical pain to him, but he didn't do anything smoothly, which made people upset and had a bad temper.

Sitting in the office, Quan Qianfan raised his hand and wiped his clean forehead, whether it was done by that woman, or because his forehead was stained with feces early in the morning.

He sniffed his hand with some disgust, feeling that there was still some smell on it, so he quickly ran to the toilet again.

There was a cool breeze, and Zihua, who couldn't feel the wind, still sat on the tree to enjoy the cool air.

As soon as the sun moved at noon, Pei Lan appeared under the tree.

The purpose of her coming here is to prevent Zihua and Quan Qianfan from meeting each other, and to take her back to reincarnation if possible.

"Instead of sitting here, you might as well go back with me!"

Pei Lan frowned, looking very worried about her.

Zihua remained silent, still sitting on the tree, without even giving her a look, then she got down from the tree and floated out of the school.

Pei Lan paused, she wanted to chase after Zihua, but she stood there and thought about it, the eagerness in her eyes dissipated, and she walked towards Quan Qianfan's office.

Zihua knew that Pei Lan would not catch up, and she knew that the reason why she put on an appearance of persuading her just now was just to match the plot.

Regardless of any resentment or hatred, they are just following the script. As for the people who come in, some are bad, some are good, some are pitiful, and some are hateful.

When it comes down to it, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with her at all.

She just hates that she is always the script implicator, always excluded by everyone.

Three hours after Zihua left the girl, she drifted to a far, far place, where there were all kinds of people and various scenes, all of which seemed to make people feel better.

She hoped to see these not-so-beautiful, but still passable scenes, so that the resentment of staying here could be somewhat relieved.

Floating to and fro, she finally floated back to the school and saw Pei Lan holding the boy's hand.

The prankster was caught.

The boy was loyal and did not confess her. Pei Lan took one look at her and pulled the boy away.

(End of this chapter)