However, after Ning Feng'er's words were thrown out, it was like a rock sinking into the sea. The shirtless dwarf ignored the deaf and did not look back. His two ears were pressed against his head, and it looked like he had no ears. Ning Feng'er held back his temper and didn't say the words held in his chest.

The apprentice next to him was turned away when he saw Ning Feng'er turned aside, and then he looked unwilling to her ear and explained in a low voice: "Don't be angry, this girl, the teacher, others are just like this, and they are very focused on everything. Recently, he has become obsessed with firing ceramics, so he stares at the stove and will never sleep for several days. His eyes are smoked from tears, and he will not blink. He ignores people when he is working. Otherwise, you go outside with me to wait."

Ning Feng'er looked at the dwarf with a burning gaze staring at the stove, as if the flames jumping under the stove would jump into the dwarf's eyes in the next second. She frowned. After all, she had something to ask for, and she pondered for a while, and it was not easy to disturb others' work. She lit her chin slightly and walked out of the room with the apprentice-like person out of the room.

As soon as he went out of the room, the wind and snow outside seemed to be even heavier. Ning Feng'er looked at the heavy snow that was hard to see in China. Her whole body was shrank in a cloak, hiding from the cold wind coming towards her, lifting the collar up, half of her face was covered by the hair collar, but she still felt a chill pouring into her clothes. The sky above her head was dim, and the sound of snow was bleak. The apprentice looked like a man who had no intention of fearing the cold, and led Ning Feng'er out of this cramped building.

"Where are you going to take me?" Ning Feng'er was not worried about the boy's tricks. After all, it was more than enough to deal with the young man in front of him. She just didn't want to walk in this cold place for half a day but couldn't do anything.

"What are you going to find the teacher?" The apprentice let Yuxue pour it on him, and did not answer Ning Feng'er's question, but kept walking forward. He seemed to be calm. Ning Feng'er would follow him, so his pace did not slow down, and he quickly rushed forward.

Ning Feng'er glanced at the apprentice walking in front of her. Although her face was calm, she didn't know what she was thinking. A snowflake fell down and would fall on the corner of her eyes, making her squint her eyes, "Is your teacher Miyamoto Kiyoizumi?"

Ning Feng'er didn't plan to go around the corner. The reason is very simple. If the other party knows the inside story and makes up his mind to not tell him, then he will definitely not be able to ask any questions no matter how he asks and how carefully he tests it. However, if the other party doesn't know, he is innocently used by the terrifying force as a gun, and only knows what his teacher has done, then he will directly make it easier for the other party to believe in himself and ask the answer to the question more directly.

The apprentice paused slightly. Although the snow was falling continuously, the temperature was not yet in the real deep winter, so there was no snow on the ground, but it was a little wet. Walking on the road, it felt like it slipped one step, and Ning Fenger couldn't help but slow down.

Some winter trees were hung with snow marks, the sky was gray and white, red walls, yellow eaves, snow branches and green bricks, very beautiful, there was no trace of miscellaneous smell in the air, and it was extremely fresh. The apprentice was silent for a while, and carefully looked Ning Feng'er from head to toe, and then coughed gently twice, "The teacher is indeed called Miyamoto Kiyoizumi, then, what are you doing when you come to the teacher?"

The apprentice still answered with mercy and no trace of water. It seemed that he would not reveal any unnecessary information to Ning Feng'er at all. It was like an equivalent exchange. When Ning Feng'er said first, he would not give any more information. This way of talking will make the person who answered always take the initiative in the conversation.

When asked again, "What are you going to find a teacher to do?", Ning Fenger was a little angry. She didn't like this way of talking, and she was slapped around the bush and whispered, but she couldn't figure out how to speak. Should she directly ask the relationship between Miyamoto Kiyoizumi and the Guworm, or directly ask the mysterious organization behind it? Ning Fenger discovered for the first time that she was so unspeakable.

Ning Feng'er had a war in her mind, and she thought about whether to advance or retreat for a long time. She finally decided to give up. One reason was that she was limited in patience, and the other reason was that she really didn't want to continue to walk slowly with this little bastard in the wind and snowy days.

"Did your teacher raise some insects?" Ning Feng'er changed into an approachable expression and looked at the apprentice with a smile. He didn't seem to take the other party's indifference and caution seriously. His words were very relaxed, as if he was talking about a very ordinary thing, but his eyes were like two small knives and recorded the apprentice's expression. The moment the question was out, Ning Feng'er seemed to have got the answer she wanted.

At the same time, in a claustrophobic basement, a man walked down the stairs. He was thin and had a pale face with malnutrition. He held a lunch box with noodles-like hands. The water on the stairs fell tickingly, but he couldn't see the sky above his head. The moss spread like crazy, dyeing the black stone steps with a layer of strange and inexplicable dark green. The man slowly walked towards the basement.

There is a corner of the staircase leading to the basement, which makes the light above unable to shine and becomes dim. At the end of the staircase, a thick security door is installed with a thick chain on it.

A man in black clothes walked into the basement with a lunch box. With a grunt, the rusty chain was opened by the key that had not been seen for a long time. In the dark and damp dark room, a man was locked in a corner by iron chains.

This imprisoned man was searching for by Long Junchen and Ning Feng'er. Qian Feng was dying at this moment. He was like a wanderer trekking on thin ice in Weiyang for a long night. He didn't know which invisible abyss cold pond the so-called "life" pointed to. He didn't know what he did for and why he became like today.
Chapter completed!