Tu Yaning stood up and put him on his shoulders, before walking forward he nodded and apologized to Mi August, Meng Tingchun and others, “When he wakes up, I will let him apologize to you all.”
People are most afraid of being disturbed when practicing. The consequences of Xie Lang’s aggressive behavior not only hurt himself, but also affected other people.
Meng Tingchun quickly shook his head and waved his hands to show that he didn’t care. Then he looked at Xie Lang, who was dizzy and blushing, and said to Tu Yaning, “You’d better take him for treatment first.”
Tu Yaning nodded and pushed Xie Lang into the boat.
After this incident, the remaining people on the deck could no longer concentrate on practicing.
Jiang Shou asked Mi August, “Are you going back?”
Mi August: “Yeah.”
The two walked back, chatting as they walked.
Jiang Shou: “We will arrive in Lingzhou in a few days, but just one month seems like a long time.”
Mi August smiled, “After all, I have experienced things that others cannot touch in their lifetime.”
“That’s right.” Jiang Shou also smiled, and then asked Mi August, “Have you not decided which sect to go to after arriving in Lingzhou?”
“Think about it.” Mi August said.
Jiang Shou paused, “Where?”
Mi August took out a piece of paper from his sleeve pocket and said, “Look at this.”
“Mysterious.” Jiang Shou muttered, opened the paper and saw the contents on the paper.
At this sight, his eyes were straightened, shrouded in an invisible aura of terror, and his rapid heartbeat reminded him of the danger, and he suddenly struggled out of it.
“Huh!” Jiang Shou took a long breath and realized that his palms were already sweaty.
He looked at Mi August, and the doubtful thoughts were wiped away as soon as they popped up. August really wanted to harm him, so she could just do it while he was distracted.
“What is this?” Jiang Shou smiled bitterly.
Mi August looked at his face and said, “It’s just a nursery rhyme.”
Jiang Shou’s expression was at a loss for words, “How pitiful the children who grow up listening to such nursery rhymes are.”
These words made Mi August think that the children in Siye’s house who had already sung this nursery rhyme by heart, had happy faces every time they sang it. On the contrary, the expressions of the adults who listened to the children singing this nursery rhyme looked pitiful.
Jiang Shou asked again: “Does this have anything to do with which sect you decide to go to?”
Mi August said: “I plan to enter the book cultivation sect.”