So what is she supposed to do?
"Where is my future?"
The little girl was a little confused.
But this time, she wised up.
"Abba."
"do you know?"
"If you know, just tell me."
"Just stop torturing me."
She asked with confidence, seemingly having fallen into the category of a "freeloader".
But in fact, this is the right thing to do.
As the saying goes, having an elder in a family is like having a treasure.
When you are undecided about the future, it is always a good idea to ask for the opinions of the elderly.
But then again.
"If it means 'old man', I know someone who is much older than me."
"She is at the end of our journey."
"So if you haven't found the answer to this question after this journey, you might as well ask her advice."
"But I think, with your intelligence, you should be able to find your future quickly."
"Maybe it could be tonight!"
……
ten minutes later.
Li fell asleep.
After being taught a lesson by Yanma Ai for the whole night, she was so exhausted that her head was in a drowsy state.
Therefore, I fell asleep almost as soon as I touched the pillow.
And that was when she fell asleep.
"Love."
Only then did Nanxing have time to focus his attention on other people.
"Are you OK."
He asked with concern.
As for this question, Yanma Ai pursed her lips.
"fine?"
It would be a lie to say that everything is fine.
After all, Li is not an ordinary human girl.
She is a fighter who can beat monsters to death with her fists.
Facing Yanma Ai's attack, she would not stand there and wait to be beaten.
So, last night.
In order to "send" the stick of repentance to Li's head, Yanma Ai put a lot of effort into it.
Even after successfully "sanctioning" Li, Li did not give up fighting back.
In other words, after feeling the pain, Li's attacks became more violent.
The fist, which was filled with spiritual power, not only hit the living things in the world of the living, but also hammered the ghosts and gods in the underworld.
The main theme is equality for all beings.
But even though she was hit and even injured, Yanma Ai was still very happy.
——If you are injured, you can recover after some rest. But this is the only chance to beat up the naughty kid.
After passing this village, there is no such shop.
"You should take a rest first."
"I'll help you watch the store for a while."
Nanxing said naturally.
He still cares a lot about this little Yama whom he brought up.
And at this time.
Fujiwara no Mokou, who had been lawless in Edo Castle for a month but no one dared to control her, also returned from outside.
In her hands, she was holding a small basket that was stuffed bulging with things.
She went to the morning market - of course, this is just a rough term.
In fact, the morning market here is where the mountain people around Edo Castle set up stalls at a designated location, carrying the specialties from their own villages.
But it is worth mentioning that their transactions are not based on the sale of goods, but on barter.
They exchanged the village's specialties for daily necessities such as salt, kitchen knives, and iron pots.
Recently, Fujiwara no Momoko has become fascinated by this "barter" activity.
But alas, she had nothing worth exchanging.
Therefore, they could only buy some salt from the store at a high price, and then take it to the trading area for bartering.
Although such transactions would result in some losses, they were very interesting and she never got tired of them.
But, today.
“See these brownies?”
"I didn't pay a high price for these brown sugars!"
Fujiwara no Momoko introduced her to Nanxing with a mysterious look on her face.
She told Nanxing that a merchant selling brown sugar came to the trading market.
The terms of his deal were odd, though.
It is necessary to use a shaped big tree, or stone bricks, tiles, etc. It seems that brown sugar should be replaced.
"々' It seems he wants to build a temple to pray for the children who died in the mountains."
This is a good thing.
The most important thing is that his conditions are still very "simple".
Upon hearing that there was such an easy way to make a profit, Fujiwara no Mokou went straight to the mountain, picked a thick and tall tree, and carried it directly to the brown sugar merchant.
“I helped him move to the site where the temple was to be built.”
"He even gave me some extra brown sugar."
Fujiwara no Mokou said proudly.
But it made Nanxing laugh and cry.
This silly girl.
She went straight from being a noble lady from a well-known family to being a hard-working peasant.
But it doesn’t matter.
Nanxing's requirements for Fujiwara no Momoko are not as high as Li's.
——As long as she is happy.
"Let me make you some brown sugar water."
……
The so-called brown sugar refers to a kind of cane sugar that has not been highly refined and formed with honey.
It is darker in color than ordinary brown sugar and has a special caramelized aroma.
Drinking brown sugar water regularly can expel the cold from the body and replenish the vital energy.
——Especially for women with cold constitution, it has unexpected effect.
Yanma Ai also drank a little.
The sweet, burnt aroma lingered between her lips and teeth, making her feel a little sleepy.
"Then I'll rest first."
She returned to her little house.
The bed was very crowded, with another girl on top.
She had no choice but to make do with sharing a bed with this naughty kid.
However, just when her consciousness was becoming groggy and she was about to fall asleep.
"Sentaro."
——Half asleep and half awake, she suddenly heard a very familiar name.
That was Fujiwara no Mokou's voice:
"The merchant who sells brown sugar told me that his name is Sentaro."
“!!!”.
Chapter 10: Yan Moment of Love's Destiny
"Sentaro."
Yan Mo Ai never thought that one day she would actually hear this name.
"Is it the same name?"
She couldn't help but think.
But the malice that kept churning in her body was telling her this fact:
This name is definitely not a coincidence.
At the same time, in the outer hall of the funeral home.
"Sentaro?"
When this slightly familiar name came out of Fujiwara no Mokou's mouth.
Nanxing also instantly understood the cause and effect of the whole incident.
"No wonder."
He subconsciously turned his head and looked at the small bedroom that was blocked by a curtain, but malicious intent was still seeping out.
That was the malice flowing from Yanma Ai.
It was the hatred that she had suppressed for fifteen years.
"So... that fire didn't burn to death the person she hated the most?"
At this point, cause and effect are clear.
Yama, born out of hatred, set fire to the entire village.
But the only person she failed to burn to death was the one she hated the most.
That's why she was trapped in the vortex of hatred and couldn't be freed.
——Since the enemy is not dead, this hatred is naturally hard to eliminate.
And now.
