What?

He died three years ago? Still died in our village?

Could it be said that those Onmyojis also died back then?

How is it possible? I met him before under that big locust tree. Maybe he is someone with the same name.

Soon I regained my composure and laughed awkwardly: "Sister, don't be ridiculous, twenty minutes ago, I met Zhang Jiu. How could he have died three years ago? Maybe it was someone with the same name.

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Don't tell me, this little girl is so awesome, she almost scared me just now.

Afterwards, she remained silent.

I silently took out the blind man's diary and began to understand some of the onmyoji techniques in it.

Seeing that I was fascinated, she couldn't help but said again: "Uncle, do you like reading?"

Me, my special?

Big...Uncle...?

I'm only 19 years old, how about a young kid?

Oh, no, that was three years ago.

Three years later, I was already 22.

In front of students, he is at most like a big brother. This girl is about 18 or 19 years old, not much younger than me.

What a naughty guy.

I joked: "Uncle? Are you kidding? I'm a hot little guy, okay?"

She pouted her pink lips and said, "I think the little bacon is about the same, just a little bit..."

After saying that, he stuck out his pink little tongue, which looked so cute.

I couldn't help but laugh awkwardly.

If a grown man is teased by a little girl, where will he lose his face?

No, I have to give this little girl a good treatment.

"I like reading, do you like reading (uncle)?"

She moved her knees and replied without thinking too much, "I like it."

I also looked directly at her and said maliciously: "Uncle (Shu) also likes to look at you!"

In an instant, Mo Yuxin's face turned red, like a ripe red apple.

Only then did I realize that I had been tricked.

This uncle is not a bishu.

Books are uncles, and uncles are also books.

At this time, the car stopped, and she shyly rushed out of the door and got out of the car as if she was running away.

I puffed up my chest and said, "Xiao Nizi, trick me, you are still young."

Just when I was feeling proud, suddenly, an old man patted my shoulder with his hand and said, "Young man, it's time to take medicine."

I, I wipe, what...what?

Take medicine?

I immediately became furious. This old man was so shameless. How could he curse people for no reason?

I immediately said unceremoniously: "Old man, are you still speaking in human language?"

The old man became even more excited: "On the way, you were talking and laughing at the empty seat next to you. What were you talking to yourself about? It's so scary."
Chapter completed!