Chapter 296 The black-faced woman
But she was just stunned for a moment, and she didn't even know why she was stunned.
The black-faced woman's body blocked the door, her shadow like a hill, leaving a large shadow.
She was spitting, and the strong dizziness hit her again. Ning Fusang's eardrums were buzzing, and she couldn't hear what the black-faced woman was cursing. It wasn't until she regained consciousness that she could vaguely recognize a sentence:
"Why are you so dazed! Can't you see that the firewood is about to fall out?!"
Ning Fusang quickly caught the unburned end of the firewood, pushed it inside, and added another piece of wood.
The black-faced woman muttered: "This Chou Kui is usually the most clumsy and tongue-tied. Today the sun is out in the west, and she reacts so quickly. She doesn't look like Chou Kui anymore."
She stared at Chou Kui's face carefully. She was still so ugly. She was relieved, it was definitely not someone else pretending to be her.
The black-faced woman's stomach growled twice. After beating Chou Kui, she was ready to have breakfast first.
"Keep the fire going. If you delay the young lady from washing up today, I will have something to eat when I come back."
Ning Fusang turned a deaf ear.
The scolding and scolding voice of the black-faced woman did not make any waves in her heart.
She won't argue with such an ant.
Suddenly, she was stunned again and repeated the word "ant" twice in a low voice.
Why would she have such a natural thought? In this mansion, the status of the black-faced woman is obviously higher than hers.
Although Ning Fusang lost her memory, her brain was still her own. She noticed many weird things. The more she thought about it, the more something was wrong.
who is she?
Who is Chou Kui?
If she is not Chou Kui, then who should she be?
Ning Fusang thought for a while and shook his head, feeling that his thoughts were funny.
She picked up dry wood and focused on lighting the fire.
The fire was so strong that a pot of cold well water was quickly boiled until it was steaming. Ning Fusang opened the lid of the pot and put the water into the bucket with a wooden ladle. She thought she could lift the bucket with one hand, but she almost lost her waist. Ning Fusang cursed, her body is really weak, then she held the bucket with both hands, slowly Go slowly to the lady's courtyard.
As soon as he arrived at the gate of the hospital, he was scolded.
One of the two girls in pink coats and green clothes spoke like pearls: "Chou Kui, why are you so late in delivering water today? Is the kitchen far away from Luhuaxuan? Such a few steps are like crawling on a turtle. Isn’t that a man! Trash!”
Ning Fusang glanced at her indifferently. There was no emotion in his eyes, but he was very cold and indifferent. The maid was frightened by her gaze for a moment. She choked for a moment and forgot what she was going to say.
The maid next to her persuaded and said: "Okay, it's important to serve the lady to wash up first."
She looked at Chou Kui and raised her finger: "Go and bring two more buckets of water."
Ning Fusang turned around and left with the bucket.
To be honest, she doesn't understand very well. Why don't you just wash your face? Do you need three buckets of water?
Forget it, people have to lower their heads when they are under the eaves. It’s just to carry water, it’s not a big deal.
Who asked her to work in the house?
Ning Fusang was a little faster behind, but it was almost the end of the hour when the two buckets of water were delivered. From beginning to end, she had never seen the noble lady of Luhuaxuan.
Returning to the woodshed, after eating two steamed buns, she chose a sharp and handy ax and went to chop wood in the yard.
According to her idea, she should chop wood with an axe, but the actual chopping was very different from what she imagined.
After working hard for half an hour, Ning Fusang could only split a few sticks of firewood, but a word appeared in her mind, trash.
This thought passed in an instant. Ning Fusang put down the firewood, raised the ax on the tree stump, and struck it down, but it turned crooked again.
The ax was embedded in the tree stump, making it difficult to pull it out. Ning Fusang's palms were numb, so he simply let go and took a breath.
The bright and warm sunshine pierced the mist and shone on the threshold of the courtyard. Ning Fusang felt like she was in another world. She raised her face, felt the warm sunshine, and whispered softly: "Tun will come out of the east, and Fusang will shine on my threshold."
She is Fusang.
Not Chou Kui.
Here is the termite magic array.
The black-faced woman came out of nowhere and cursed: "What are you mumbling about? I asked you to chop firewood. You are here in a daze. You are not born with wealth and destiny. You still want to imitate other people's leisure, and you don't know what your identity is." ! ”
Ning Fusang looked at the black-faced woman and wondered if she might be Baini.
Being so mean is actually a bit similar to Baini.
But she is self-awakening. If the black-faced woman in front of her is really Baini, then how should she wake up Baini?
Ning Fusang's eyes stayed on the black-faced woman for a while.
The black-faced woman looked at her blankly and said to herself: "It's really weird. Why am I afraid of this ugly Kui? He is just a low-level slave."
The black-faced woman opened her eyes wide, stared back, and cursed: "How dare you glare at me for such a low-priced brat? I've got the ugly words ahead of me. If you can't finish chopping this pile of firewood today, don't even think about eating!"
Ning Fusang felt more and more that she looked like Baini.
I thought to myself that Bai Ni was so mean when he wasn't an ally.
She had already gone without food, so she didn't need to eat, but this body, even though it was a mortal body, would still feel hungry.
Even before entering the termite illusion formation, Bai Ni had told her that her cultivation level could not be used, but Ning Fusang still did not expect that such a situation would happen.
The most important thing is that with this black-faced woman watching, she has no chance to go out and explore this dreamland, let alone find a way to break the formation.
If the black-faced woman was Baini and she could wake up, Ning Fusang would not have this dilemma. But Ning Fusang still had doubts about whether the black-faced woman was Baini.
She had to find an opportunity to test the black-faced woman.
It would be best if her identity could be confirmed. If not, Ning Fusang would find an opportunity to leave this Chaiyuan.
Of course, besides testing the black-faced woman, Ning Fusang also had another option, which was to chop firewood in the yard and wait for Baini to come to her.
Baini has been to this dreamland twice. She has experience and should not indulge in the dreamland for too long.
The black-faced woman was missing, and Ning Fusang was the only one left in the courtyard. She did not continue chopping firewood, but turned it out with the help of the locust tree in the yard.
In addition to Baini and her, Qianyuan also entered the termite illusion formation. Ning Fusang wanted to find Qianyuan first. It would be easier for her to have a helper.
Even if you can't find Qianyuan this time, it would be good to get more information.
Anyway, she wouldn't stay in the yard chopping firewood.
The courtyard wall was one foot high, which was nothing to Ning Fusang, but now that she was in the body of Chou Kui, she was in a bit of trouble. She finally climbed out of the wall with a sprained foot.
Ning Fusang took two deep breaths and told himself to calm down.
But really, she hasn't been this weak since she was six years old.
Although the Palace of Eternal Life is a cold cage, she has been taught by the Palace of Eternal Life since she was six years old and has practiced spiritual power. The first time she introduced Qi into her body, the spiritual energy circulated throughout the sky, condensing without dissipating, and returning to the sea of Qi. , after that, there is no need to practice deliberately, and the cultivation level can be improved in sleep. Ning Fusang really rarely realizes this feeling of weakness.
Sang Sang's impression of Baini: mean.
Baini:? ? ?
It remains to be seen whether the black-faced woman is Bai Ni.