The Magnate’s Six-Year-Old Niece

Chapter 917 Is It You?

Because it was not yet time to open for business, the windows were not opened, the lights were turned off, and the store was dark.

After Si Niannian opened the door, he let Si Muen go in, and then when the door was closed, he quietly dropped a coin on the ground.

Unbiased, the coin got stuck right in the crack of the door, preventing the door from locking automatically.

"Uncle Third?"

Si Nian Nian shouted in a gesture.

No response.

But in the darkness, a familiar smell drifted into Si Niannian's nose.

It was the smell of the medicinal pill she gave to Si Xinghe before.

Si Niannian moved his footsteps in the direction where the smell was floating, and Si Muen, who heard the footsteps, also followed.

This is the lounge for the waiting guests to rest.

On the sofa, Si Niannian touched a coat, and the smell of medicinal herbs came from here.

"Is it the third uncle's clothes?" Si Muen asked.

Si Nian Nian responded.

Nobody on the first floor.

Is it upstairs?

"elder brother."

Si Niannian put Si Xinghe's clothes into the space and pointed to it at the same time.

The two were divided into two groups, one took the elevator and the other took the step ladder.

"who?"

Si Niannian heard a voice on the second floor and asked in a low voice.

click.

The door of an acupuncture room in front opened.

"Miss?"

Bian Churou walked out from inside.

"Miss, why are you here so early?"

Si Niannian didn't answer her, but glanced at the door behind her.

"Why are you here?"

The Bian family bought a house in the southern suburbs two years ago. Because it was developed by the Si's Group, they gave them a conscientious price. It is not far from here, and Bian Churou has never lived in the store since then.

"Oh, these two days because the seal of the immortal world was opened, there were a lot of people who came to buy medicine. Yesterday was very busy, and the new apprentice accidentally messed up the inventory list. I was afraid that it would affect my work today, so I stayed up late. After sorting it out, I was too sleepy, so I squatted on the bed in the acupuncture room for a while."

"I'm sorry, miss, I know you said that the acupuncture room is not a place for us to rest, I will pay attention next time."

Bian Churou took the initiative to apologize, then turned around and closed the door of the acupuncture room behind her.

All movements are natural.

"By the way, Miss, my mother brought soup last night, and I left a bowl for you. You haven't had breakfast yet, so I'll go and warm it up for you." Bian Churou said with a smile.

Si Niannian nodded, "Okay."

When Bian Churou walked up to her and was about to go downstairs, Si Niannian suddenly shot, and a silver needle did not enter the acupoint at the back of Bian Churou's neck.

Immediately afterwards, Si Niannian quickly opened the door of the acupuncture room.

She didn't turn on the light, just glanced around with her naked eyes, and paused for a moment when her eyes passed the open window.

Turning around, Si Niannian pulled Bian Churou in and closed the door.

"Tell me, who is that man?"

Bian Churou looked aggrieved, "Miss, what are you talking about? Why did you seal my acupuncture point? Did I do something wrong?"

Si Niannian didn't have time to talk too much nonsense to her.

"I didn't have breakfast, how did you know?"

Bian Churou never imagined that just such a sentence would reveal a flaw.

"I, I guess, Miss, you came here so early, I guess you didn't have breakfast."

"If you don't want to drink soup, you can wait until noon to drink it. I put the soup in the refrigerator in the kitchenette so it won't go bad."

Si Niannian: "Xiaorou, I'm very disappointed in you."

"Even if you open the window, the special smell in this room still exists. Going out of the window will trigger the formation, so the man who just fooled around with you is definitely not an ordinary person."

"So far, do you still have nothing to tell me?"

"Miss, I don't understand what you are talking about?"

Bian Churou was still smiling, very innocent.

Si Niannian drew a Daoist talisman and threw it on her body.

"If that's the case, then I have nothing to say."

Turning around, Si Niannian left the room, and Bian Churou's expression changed only when the door closed again.

From panic to anxiety.

From unwillingness to self-relief.

What if the lady knows?

She just finds a way out for herself, people go to high places, who makes the young lady not pay attention to her?

After Si Niannian left the acupuncture room, he subconsciously took out his mobile phone and glanced at it.

The signal bar is zero.

The signal of Su Nian was deliberately blocked.

She then released the ferret.

"There is no news from the third uncle. The only one who can threaten him should be Uncle Qi. I'm worried that Uncle Qi is in danger. You go to him."

Where there is no signal, communication between the ferret and her consciousness is the best way to connect.

The ferret didn't make a sound, nodded, and suddenly jumped into the distance.

Its speed is getting faster and faster, especially after Si Niannian has successfully ascended, it is almost invisible to the naked eye.

Boom!

Suddenly there was a loud bang from upstairs.

"Brother, is that you?"

Si Niannian went upstairs while asking.

For this place, she is already familiar with the ability to discern directions even in the dark.

After all, her office is here.

Seemingly stepping on something, Si Niannian lowered his head, bent over, and picked up a conker from the broken flowerpot.

The roots of the horse chestnut are very strong, but two leaves have been artificially broken, which looks a little wilted and lacks vitality.

"Does it hurt?"

Si Niannian put the horse chestnut in the space and let the big white rabbit inside take care of the horse chestnut.

Everything has a spirit, not to mention that there is a special aura lingering on this conker, Si Niannian intuitions that it is very special and must be saved.

Getting up, she patted the dirt on her hands.

"Come out."

She spoke softly.

There was no sound around.

Even the two breaths that he had just noticed were weakened a lot.

Si Niannian turned around first, then turned sharply and swept towards the window.

Her palm wind instantly struck in front of the person hiding in the dark.

The throbbing of the blood in her heart made her change her direction in an instant. After running the seven-step exercise, she teleported, changed direction in the blink of an eye, and slapped the person in front of her with a palm.

In surprise, the man took two steps away.

The held Si Muen took the opportunity to break free from the shackles.

"Sister, be careful, he is not an ordinary cultivator."

Si Muen, who was finally able to speak, hurriedly reminded.

Before, he saw this person holding a pot of escherichia mysteriously, so he started to fight with him, but he didn't expect to be held hostage without even a single move.

During the struggle, he shattered the pot of seven-leaf clover, and the man had murderous intentions, and thus exposed his breath, and was discovered.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air.

Si Niannian frowned, "Brother, are you injured?"

"It's okay, it's just a skin injury."

Si Muen moved his injured arm.

Unexpectedly, this guy didn't forget to kill himself even though he was slapped by his sister. What is the function of that pot of conkers that made him take it so seriously?

Seeing that the man was about to escape, Si Niannian threw three talismans over, trapped the man, and turned to turn on the light.

"It's useless, I tried it, and the whole mind is not powered on. Someone must have deliberately pulled the switch or cut the wire." Si Muen said.

Without lights, Si Niannian has other things.

She took out the Easter egg that Bu Chensui gave her from the space.

There was one time when she missed Bu Chensu, and when she took it out to look at it at night, she realized that this easter egg could shine in the dark.

This light is very faint, but it is enough to make people see the person in front of them clearly.

"It's you?"

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