Chapter 39: Chapter 39:

Discussions on the Internet are getting louder and louder, especially in

recent days, as Su Xiaotong’s popularity has risen, a large number of

malicious comments have flooded into the three-point Weibo. They can’t find

the direction of the attack on the works. Tucao from other aspects, especially

the three-point appearance, has always been conjectured.

She has written articles for so many years. As the ** who sells the most

film and television copyrights, not only has she never held a signing event,

but even the film and television company has never shown her face when she

started shooting her works. Because of this, many readers acquiesced that they

were three-pointers and very poor-looking, because they were too bad for the

audience and not easy to make public. Of course, those who really like her are

fans of her works and character.

In the big dining hall B, people come and go, noisy, and the aroma of food

floats around.

"The sweet and sour meat made by Auntie is getting more and more flavorful."

Jiang Youyou was full of flavour, "By the way, are your feet better?"

Ning Mitang drank the soup, "Actually, the sprain is not serious, so there is

basically nothing wrong with it."

"I think your boyfriend's look is not as relaxed as you said." Jiang Youyou

winked at her, jokingly said: "Seeing him holding you this morning, that

nervous and distressed look is simply afraid of you. Knock, bump, hurt again."

She smiled ambiguously, "I watched from the sidelines, your boyfriend's fiery

eyes stuck on you, and I can't wait to stay away. I see, does he still want to

carry you?"

I don't know if the heat of the soup in the tile cup is escaping, causing Ning

Mitang's face to become hot and blushing.

"Ok."

She lowered her eyes, remembering how Mo Huai insisted on carrying her

downstairs this morning, and after walking a few steps, she turned around and

asked her to kiss her. If she didn’t kiss, he would act like being wronged,

bullied, and pitiful. Xixi look. If she kisses, he will show you a triumphant

look again, which makes her happy and helpless.

Ning Mitang felt that in front of Mo Huai, she felt that her heart was like

cotton and chocolate, without the ability to resist at all. It would become

soft and melted with sweetness.

"Tsk tusk, are you really right?" Jiang Youyou stuffed a bite of meat, glanced

at Ning Mitang's blushing face, and said vaguely.

Ning Mitang joked with her: "Yes, yes, Jiang Lingtong."

"I think I really can afford this title." Jiang Youyou nodded in agreement,

"By the way, Mitang, have you heard of Huang Min from the Department of

Finance?"

"Huang Min?" She remembered Qiao Ziyan saying before that one of Liang

Yanting's roommates was called Huang Min.

"Yes." Jiang Youyou put down his chopsticks, approached Ning Mitang's side,

and lowered his voice: "I received news that the corpse in the uninhabited

lake was called Liang Yanting, and her roommate Huang Min was the one who

killed."

Ning Mitang looked startled. She knew that the murderer was Huang Min, and she

told Qiao Ziyan that she would provide him with a direction for investigation.

So, did he believe her?

Jiang Youyou sighed, "The police found a small bottle containing a drug in her

shoes. I heard that Liang Yanting bought the drug and was stolen by her. The

murderer was actually from the school again. It is estimated that as soon as

the news came out, the school A lot of work has to be done to maintain the

image."

Ning Mitang thought of Huang Min's red acne-marked face and the extremely

uncomfortable aura on her body, so she didn't want to talk about this person

anymore. The subject changed, "Yoyou, is there any news about that ancient

tomb recently?"

Speaking of this, Jiang Youyou was a little bit enthusiastic. "Since the mummy

was lost, there has been no progress in the study of the ancient tomb.

Archaeological experts could not find any information to prove that era, not

even the manufacture of jade coffins, and other dead bodies. Clothes, there is

no dynasty related to it."

Ning Mitang asked casually, but she didn't expect her to say this, her

beautiful brows frowned slightly, "What does it mean to not find the relevant

dynasty?"

"I heard my uncle say that the corpse in the ancient tomb may be from a

dynasty that has not been recorded in history." Jiang Youyou's eyes were full

of awe-inspiring expressions, "but this is just the speculation of experts. Is

it still missing? The dynasty of historical information still needs to be

studied."

Ning Mitang tried hard to suppress the turbulent surprise in his heart. In

other words, could Mo Huai exist in a dynasty that has not yet been discovered

in history?

However, what shocked Ning Mitang even more was what Jiang Youyou said next.

"However, one thing that archaeological experts are more certain is that based

on the placement of so many jade coffins in the ancient tombs at that time,

and referring to the funeral materials of ancient times, they inferred that

the position of the 110 jade coffins was placed. In the Resurrection Soul

Gathering Array, all one hundred and eleven soldiers were buried with living

people. In ancient times, people were too superstitious, not only thinking

about resurrection from the dead, but also thinking about someone to serve

after the resurrection."

Jiang Youyou's face was full of pity, "Moreover, according to the data, this

formation is only effective against the emperor. Therefore, the mummy may be

an unrecorded emperor in history. However, all this is just speculation. , No

proof has been found, and now the body is still missing, the archaeological

experts are clueless."

At this time, Ning Mitang's white and slender fingers were tightly holding the

chopsticks, the blood of the fingertips faded and a little white due to the

force. Her thoughts at the moment all fell on the word revival soul gathering

formation. Mo Huai is indeed resurrected, so the speculation of the

archaeologists should be correct?

Jiang Youyou saw Ning Mitang silent, she reached out and pushed her, "What are

you thinking about, so absorbed?"

"Think of what you just said." Ning Mitang frowned. After she was with Mo

Huai, she never thought about his previous life. It seems that his previous

life was more powerful than she thought. "There will be the latest news about

the ancient tomb in the future, long, please tell me the first time."

Jiang Youyou looked at Ning Mitang a little bit curiously. It was the first

time that she saw the other person so concerned about one thing. Usually,

except for her boyfriend, she is not hurried about everything except her

boyfriend. She has an arbitrary attitude and doesn't ask much. She replied:

"No problem."

There were only three lessons in the afternoon. After finishing the last

lesson on ancient Chinese history, Ning Mitang quickly packed his textbooks,

put on gloves, and walked out of the classroom.

Walking on the campus, the weather was very dark in winter, and it was already

a little dark before five o'clock in the afternoon. The cold wind was

piercing, and the dead trees on both sides of the road were blown to shake

their branches and leaves.

The weather in December was gloomy and gloomy. Ning Mitang checked the weather

forecast and it should snow in a few days. After taking a breath, the white

mist curled out, she pulled up the scarf around her neck, and her small white

face was half hidden in the scarf, and her over-white complexion almost

blended with the white scarf.

After bypassing the library gate, Ning Mitang came to the back of the library,

under the old tree not far from the small grass slope. The man wore a thin

black windbreaker on the upper body and black pants that were properly cut. He

was tall and straight. It is hard to ignore.

At this moment, the man lowered his eyes, his face was cold, and the black

bangs on his forehead were blown by the cold wind, a little messy, but

becoming more and more handsome. The girls passing by turned back and secretly

looked at it.

"Ahuai." Ning Mitang yelled softly, Qing Ling's voice was dissipated a bit by

the cold wind, and she whispered a little vaguely. When she was about to speak

again, the man on the opposite side had already raised his eyes and looked at

her. The next second, the slender legs strode out directly, walking towards

him with a breath of awe-inspiring coldness.

The cold breath faded, and the clean eyebrows were dyed with joy, "Tangtang."

Ning Mitang smiled like Yan, "Have you waited for a long time?"

Mo Huai leaned close to the girl and reached out to hold her little hand,

"It's not long, just a while."

Touching the cold temperature of the big hand, Ning Mitang instantly shook it

back. Since his heartbeat was restored, his body temperature has been slightly

warm. Now that the cold touch is so cold, it is obvious that she has been blew

by the cold wind for a long time here, and her heart hurts. .

"Why don't you wear so little?" He looked at the man's clothes, looking very

handsome, but very thin.

Mo Huai wore a messy short hair, his eyes were bright, and he looked at her

eagerly, "I forgot to wear more clothes." He shook his body, as if it was

really cold, "Tangtang, you are close to me One point, I'm a bit cold." He was

so shy, he said directly.

Ning Mitang sighed, and she took off the white scarf from her neck, "head

down."

"Huh?" He lowered his head obediently, "What's the matter?"

Wrap the white wool scarf around the man's neck in a circle, several layers.

Mo Huai was good-looking, with a handsome face and a white scarf.

The neck was warm and fragrant, and the cold wind couldn't get into the

neckline. He smelled the scarf that was tainted with the fragrance of the

girl’s body, and Mo Huai’s dark eyes were full of moving light, "I don’t wear

it, Tangtang, yourself Wearing."

To stop the man from trying to take off the scarf, she said: "My clothes are

thick, you wear them. The weather will get colder and colder, Ahuai, you can't

wear so little anymore. If you are cold, I It will hurt."

Fearing that he would not understand it deeply, she continued: "Besides, the

body you are recovering now is no longer the same as before. It is not afraid

of pain or cold. If you are cold, you will get sick, so you can't kiss me."

If he is sick, he can't make affection with Tangtang. This is the most

difficult thing for Mo Huai to accept. Realizing the seriousness of the

matter, he solemnly nodded, "I see."

It was still early, Mo Huai walked slowly back to the apartment with Ning

Mitang. The short-cut path that the two took, with fewer vehicles and

pedestrians, is very suitable for walking.

After walking a short distance, Mo Huai took out a bottle of milk from the

backpack behind him, "Tangtang, give you a drink."

Ning Mitang held the bottle of milk in her hand, still carrying a slightly hot

temperature, it was obviously heated. She took a sip happily, and the warm

milk flowed into the body down her throat, very comfortable, and the coldness

all over her body was instantly faded. The jet-black eyes were filled with

bright water, "Ahuai, you are so sweet."

Mo Huai was very happy. The teachings in the book were really useful. Girls

like caring and careful boyfriends, "Tangtang, do you want to..."

"Hush!"

Ning Mitang suddenly interrupted him, she tilted her ears, "What sound?"