After developing a villain heroine, they came after her

Chapter 11 The first principle Su Chichi learned

The decoration of the carriage is very gorgeous, and the driver who drives the carriage looks very strong, and his movements are clean and agile, unlike ordinary people.

Chen An took Su Chichi in hand and greeted him.

He smiled apologetically and explained why.

Perhaps because he saw his sincere attitude, or because he saw how cute Su Chi Chi was, the owner of the carriage was not only not angry, but also warmly invited the master and apprentice pair to get in the carriage and offered to give them a ride.

Chen An declined.

The groom conveyed his message into the carriage. After a while, a white and delicate hand stretched out from the curtain. On it was a handkerchief with a few tempting pastries on it.

She handed it to Su Chichi.

Then, a soft female voice sounded.

"Want to eat?"

As soon as the cake appeared, Su Chichi couldn't take his eyes away.

When she heard the carriage owner's question, she nodded subconsciously, then woke up, quickly shook her little head, and then looked at Chen An for help.

Seeing the master nodding, she responded crisply: "I want to eat!"

The woman in the car chuckled and said in a deliberately teasing voice: "Then call my sister to listen."

Su Chichi was so greedy that she shouted without hesitation: "Sister, sister, sister!"

The woman in the car smiled even more happily. She moved her hand and motioned for the little girl to come forward and take it.

"Little Taoist priest, your apprentice is really fun."

Chen An was not annoyed by being called a little Taoist priest. He smiled and said: "The beauty of a child's heart lies in its innocence."

Unexpectedly, the woman listened and snorted coldly, "Uncle Wang, let's go."

These stinky Taoist priests are not very capable, but they talk about mysterious and mysterious principles very smoothly.

It's a pity that Miss Ji Er in Luoyang City is known to hate this trick the most.

Chen An stood there and watched the carriage slowly drive away.

Beside her, Su Chi hurriedly stuffed a mouthful of cakes. She picked up one of the pastries and raised it to Chen An, muttering, "Liger, mud is just the right one! Eat it!"

Chen An did not refuse and took a bite.

It is soft in the mouth, sweet but not greasy.

Su Chichi lowered his head and looked at the few pastries left in his hand, and then at the carriage that was driving away, and couldn't help but feel a little sad.

"Master, tell me, can we meet this sister again in the future?"

Chen An glanced over, "What? Are you still thinking about me?"

After Su Chichi heard this, his eyes rolled, "Master, what are you talking about! I'm not that kind of greedy kid!"

"Then do you want to meet me again in the future?"

Su Chichi licked her fingers and was about to nod, but felt that she couldn't act so worthless.

So she turned her head and said a little embarrassedly: "It's not impossible..."

"hehe."

Chen An chuckled twice and took her hand again, "Let's go too."

"So Master, is it possible..."

"As long as you want, of course you can."

On the official road, the little girl jumped up and down.

"Hehe, then I want to eat a lot of pastries."

"If you eat too much, you will become fat and get tooth decay."

"Then I'll eat less. It's much better if I don't eat a lot. Just eat a lot."

Under the orange sunset, big hands held small hands and walked leisurely.

At the end of the road, a magnificent city looms.

"Su Chi Chi, I ate someone else's pastries, but I have to pay them back."

"Ah!"

The little girl was stunned. She touched her pocket, but it was empty, with nothing in it.

"But master, I have nothing to return."

Many years later, Su Chichi would always think of this afternoon.

That was the first principle the master taught her.

In fact, it is not terrible to do something wrong, as long as you make up for it in time.

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After school in the evening.

<divclass="contentadv">Chen An returned to the dormitory.

Most of the students in the No. 2 Middle School are dormitory students under closed management. They go back from school on Friday afternoon and come back for the first period of evening self-study on Sunday night. They can only go home on weekends.

The dormitory is a six-person room. Chen An came back a little late. Everyone was already here, and he was the only one missing.

As soon as he walked in the door, he immediately attracted the attention of all the roommates.

"What a good boy, who kept quiet and has become a big celebrity in our No. 2 Middle School."

A boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes jumped over. He patted Chen An on the shoulder and gave a thumbs up.

He started talking, and other roommates also agreed.

"Yeah, I didn't expect that Anzi, who is usually just a boring gourd, could have such a strong day!"

"What's your name? Also called Anzi? You have to call me Brother An!"

"Hehe, Brother An, Brother An."

They were smiling playfully, and some of them quickly noticed Chen An's bandaged palms and asked with concern: "Brother An, does it hurt? I heard that the knife penetrated both sides. I just thought about that scene. My legs are shaking so much just thinking about it.”

Chen An sat on his bed and said casually: "It doesn't hurt."

He has answered this question many times, but he still doesn't seem impatient.

After nine lifetimes, his mind has long since lost many of the emotions that a mortal should have.

"Hiss! Really or not, give me Kangkang?"

"Get out of here and don't move around. Brother An, let me take a look at it. I am a professional old Chinese medicine practitioner passed down from my ancestors. I will keep it for you."

"That's not right. You didn't tell me last time that your family is a veterinarian and asked you to apply for this major in college."

“Veterinarians are doctors too!”

Ignoring the antics of these stupid roommates, Chen An went straight to wash up.

The man with thick eyebrows and big eyes rubbed his chin: "Don't tell me, it doesn't look like it's in pain, and you can still get water to wash your face by yourself."

"Perhaps people's physiques cannot be generalized. I remember when I stepped on a nail when I was a child, it pierced the entire foot. I was still able to run for more than ten miles."

"Brother Jie, are you serious?"

……

……

Late at night.

A private residence in Qing City.

Thick strands of blood flowed on the floor, exuding a strong smell of blood.

Lying on the sofa was a neat family of three.

In the darkness, a figure meditating on the spot slowly opened his eyes.

His face was sickly pale, and a scarlet light flashed from his eyes.

The man stood up, glanced at the body on the sofa, and frowned tightly.

"It seems that the body of an ordinary person is no longer enough to recover from my injuries, let alone go further..."

The man had a sullen face, lowered his head and muttered to himself.

"Only a little bit, just a little bit..."

He is not willing to give in.

Obviously, we are only one step away from reaching the fourth level of Qi training...

Although he is at the third level of Qi training, he can already walk sideways in most places.

But this is Qingshi, Qingshi with Qingcheng Mountain on its back!

He was injured by an old Taoist from Qingcheng Mountain and had no choice but to flee into the city.

It stands to reason that in today's modern world, he should have been captured by high-tech equipment such as surveillance.

But relying on the earth escape technique that he acquired by chance, the man happened to be able to perfectly avoid all surveillance methods. He was able to escape in time after committing a crime every time and avert danger.

He felt the violent and crazy blood around him, which was emitting waves of extreme thirst.

They need flesh and blood, they need the flesh and blood of monks!

No.

Thinking of the old Taoist priest's sword, deep fear flashed in the man's eyes.

You definitely can’t go to Qingcheng Mountain.

Although he has become a demon and does extreme things, he is not stupid enough to take the initiative to die.

but……

The man seemed to have thought of something, and the corners of his mouth curved into a cruel arc.