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Chapter II Poisoning (1) Before the day woke up, a child's cry resounded through the sky. "Who is it?"! "Disturbing people's dreams, the day is not yet bright, but also let people rest." "Cry your grandmother's leg!"! "I'll beat you up!" Often short also can not mention the director, want to taste the old Niang's flow Youshui Song Qiyi is crying and scolding and some messy voice to wake up. He picked up his knife from the side and scratched his disheveled hair. With a long hand, he turned over from the firewood. Yesterday he spent a long time with the shopkeeper, and after spending three taels of silver and doing hard work, he was able to spend the night in the woodshed. I'm used to living in the woodshed, but I don't mind. Just listen to the child's cry from outside the inn, very familiar. It feels like I heard it there. Song Qiyi pushed open the wooden door of the woodshed, squeaked, the moonlight poured in, wine in Song Qiyi's body, surrounded by a silvery white bright, but very confused eyes, how to see is not real. The child was still crying, and it seemed to come from the grass in front of him. Song Qiyi stepped forward and opened the waist-high grass:

Then he bent down slightly to bow to his mother.