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Chapter 396 Your Queen Belongs to Me 17

The woman came back excitedly. As soon as she entered the door, she looked around for Moyou and couldn't wait to bring her the good news.

"I've been contacted. Someone will contact you in three days."

The girl stood in front of the house, holding a wooden sword in her hand. Hearing this, she just glanced at her indifferently.

"Really? Then I'll come back in three days."

After saying that, he held the wooden sword and walked towards the door.

When he passed the woman, the sleeve of his clothes was pulled by someone, and the woman's hesitant voice sounded, "Where is Qiuyan? Didn't she just come back?"

"Leave, take her sister and leave."

Moyou pulled back his sleeves and stepped into the long street without looking back.

"Tell her that if she is willing to come with me, I will try my best to persuade those people to take her back with them."

The woman yelled without regard for etiquette, and she didn't know if the striding girl listened.

"Is that what she said?" Qiu Yan stroked his childhood wooden sword, but there was no joy on his face.

"What do you think?" Moyou asked.

Qiu Yan took a long breath and shook his head slowly, "No need, she can go back by herself."

If she heard this when she was a child, she would be very happy. If it was her mother who just met her for the first time and suggested it, she would agree.

But now these words did not stir up any emotion in her heart.

The wooden sword turned over the sword flowers in his hand, and finally pointed it straight at the sky. Qiu Yan's smile was like the first ray of sunshine piercing the dark clouds.

"I - Qiu Yan, I want to be the best hero in the world!"

Jiujiu, who happened to be walking over, heard this and immediately turned around and ran away, "Sister Wen, Qiu Yan is talking nonsense again. Quickly prescribe her two patches of medicine to treat her."

"Little brat, what are you talking about! I have lofty ambitions." Qiu Yan looked at Jiujiu's back and stamped his feet angrily.

Jiujiu never listened to her and disappeared in a flash.

Moyou yawned and was about to find a tree to catch up on his sleep. As soon as he grabbed the branch and was about to climb up, there was a "pendant" around his waist.

"Hehe." The pendant raised his face maliciously, "Xiao Liuliu, can you help me?"

"What do you want to do?" Moyou shook his head but did not shake it off.

It seemed that Qiu Yan's hand had completely recovered, and he could hold her so tightly.

"Give me some special training! As long as you can become powerful, you can train to death."

Qiu Yan smiled, with a trace of moisture brewing in his eyes, "I don't want to... be a fish to be slaughtered anymore."

Moyou agreed to her and promised to start taking care of his own affairs in three days.

Qiu Yan skipped away, and Mo You could finally close his eyes for a while with peace of mind.

The shadows of the trees were whirling, and the sunlight cast spots through the leaves. Even though the visitor had slowed down his steps, the girl on the branches still opened her eyes.

"You know what she just said, right?" Mo You spoke first.

Yan Xue, who was standing under the tree, nodded, then thought that Mo You couldn't see it, so she responded aloud, "I know."

She hesitated and asked again, "I hate her...do you have anything else to say?"

"She said she didn't want to be preyed upon anymore without being able to fight back."

Yan Xue gave a clear hum and stopped talking. There was only the sound of leaves rustling in the wind between the two of them.

She looked towards the direction of the town, where a girl once grew up.

After witnessing her sister's death, she decided to become a hero.

Later, on her way to do justice, she met a strange-looking woman. Although the woman was strange, she had the same aspirations as her, and the two of them walked together.

Unknowingly, the team of two of them turned into six people.

The little beggar who screams hungry all day long, the poor scholar who is obsessed with money, the little maid who turns into a little tail, and a noble prince who forcibly joins them.

If you want to say who girls hate the most, it must be the poor scholar, the bad fox.

Every time I know more, I will tease her. When I see her stamping her feet in anger, I will laugh.

But she can't get rid of the bad fox, because the bad fox will make money.

All the money he earned became food in the girl's belly, new clothes on her body, a brand new iron sword in her hand, and a green hairpin on her head.

A bad fox never says anything, a girl should not do anything.

He would just say something to a girl when she was in trouble, just do it if you want to, at least if you have enough money.

However, the bad fox died, and when he died, a layer of his fox skin was peeled off.

That mouth can no longer open to make her angry, and then use sweet words to coax her.

The day the bad fox was taken away, the girl was pinned to the ground just like before, watching helplessly but unable to do anything.

She ran around looking for things, but when she came back she could only see a cold corpse.

"Liar, money is obviously not everything." She cried, and her tears washed away the blood on the scholar's face.

She didn't understand why she couldn't even protect the one she loved when she held the sword.

So what does her persistence count for all these years?What's the point of these sword-holding hands?

Finally, at the end of the story, she dragged her two weak hands and clung to life.

"I will send you back in three days." After a long silence, Moyou leaned down and said suddenly.

The ribbon on her clothes hung down as she moved, gently caressing Yan Xue's face.

Yan Xue pulled away from the memories and wiped the tears from her eyes, "I won't go back."

"Why?" When he heard the result, Moyou couldn't hold back his voice.

The birds in the forest were frightened by her and fled in all directions.

"I want to stay, and I want to lead them to resist. There is always someone who has to set a precedent. I have modern thinking, and no one is more suitable than me." Yan Xue said firmly.

"Modern society can be missing one policeman, but there cannot be one missing protester."

Of course, no one is more suitable than her, because she was chosen.

But Mo You couldn't say such things. What she blurted out was, "What about uncle and aunt? They only have one child, you."

As soon as she said it, she realized that she had made a mistake and hurriedly covered her mouth.

The answer in her heart was confirmed, and Yan Xue smiled sincerely, "My parents have given birth to a second child a long time ago, and if they knew, they would support me."

Moyou sighed inaudibly and stopped talking.

After waiting for a long time, Yan Xue had no choice but to speak on her own initiative, "Xiaoyou, aren't you going to say something?"

"You've already decided, what else can I say." Mo You's somewhat decadent voice came from above.

"Why don't you give me some special training?" Yan Xue pulled on Mo You's hanging ribbon, "Okay?"

Moyou didn't say yes or no. She stared at the leaves above her head until her eyes became sour and filled with tears.

"What if I said you would die eventually? Do you still insist on staying?"

Yan Xue knew that Mo You had his own adventure, and perhaps what she was talking about was his future ending.

But she still nodded, "Everyone will die. If I can save one person before I die, then I will die without regrets."