This wasn’t because he was pretending, but because he really didn’t want to leave the two people who had just discovered the magic.
Mi August said: “Sit at night and listen to the snow.”
Zuo Si raised his eyebrows and asked, “That little god’s exclusive car?”
Mi August nodded and said to Mi Feixue, “I’ll send you to school tomorrow.”
Mi Feixue, who had originally heard that the carriage was going to Zuo Si, looked depressed. His face turned sunny after rain, and he happily nodded several times in succession, waving his hand for Zuo Si to get in the carriage quickly.
At this time, Ye Lai Tingxue was in the yard, and Zuo Si stood in front of the car, still trying to get Mi August to give him a convenient door.
In terms of persistence of will, Zuo Si has far surpassed many people.
Little did he know that Zuo Si was also lamenting in his heart that Mi August was so young and his state of mind was far beyond what he had seen.
Any other little girl would have been unbearably annoyed by him even if she didn’t agree, but Mi August could calmly let him nag without giving in.
Zuo Si reluctantly got into the car. After opening the door, he turned back to look at Mi August, then got into the car and closed the door as if he lost his temper.
Tingxue jumped at her feet and ran outwards lightly and seamlessly, but she went away faster than ever before, disappearing in the blink of an eye and turning into a dreamlike phantom at the far end of her field of vision.
inside the car.
At night, the puppet man sat in the corner with a depressed expression.
Zuo Si smiled slightly and asked a girl sitting opposite: “Little baby, if you get on the wrong bus, you won’t be able to get off.”
Pei Rongrong said in a sweet voice, “I got on the right car, it’s the one.”
“Oh?” Zuo Si looked at her with interest, his eyes sparkling, “If you open your own spirit at such a young age, you are still in the mortal continent. If you place it in Lingzhou, wouldn’t you be a natural spirit child who was born as a spirit child?”
Pei Rongrong tilted her head, seeming to understand what he said.
Zuo Si waved to her, “It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand now, I will teach you later. Little doll, it is fate that you and I met. From today on, you are my disciple.”
As for where she came from and whose child she was, he didn’t care.
Pei Rongrong obediently approached him.
Zuo Si smiled more happily.
Pei Rongrong, who came to him, shook her head and said seriously: “It’s not fate. Rongrong sneaked out and followed the car to find someone.”
“Who is it?” Zuo Si guessed that he was a friend of the little god. That doesn’t stop him from abducting people.
Pei Rongrong said: “One…Rongrong can’t remember, but Rongrong knows that she appeared, killed the snake girl, and saved Rongrong.”