I Transmigrated Into a Novel and Became the Vicious Stepmother of Five Cute Babies

"What you can see, others can't see. If you say such a thing, even the two treasures and three treasures don't believe in you. Will other people believe you? Will the eyes of the two treasures and three treasures just look at you make you not believe in you? Comfortable, think about what if others think you lied too?"

Mo Ruyue tried her best to explain it to Tangtang in plain language. Although her eyes were still a little ignorant, she didn't completely understand the meaning of these words.

"If you can't fully understand it now, it doesn't matter, just remember your mother's words first. If you find something special, don't tell outsiders casually, just come back and tell your mother and brother, remember? "

Mo Ruyue finally used the stupidest method, but she believed that when Tangtang grew up, she would be able to figure it out slowly.

It was too much for her to understand the complicated world outside when she was only four years old.

Tangtang nodded and took her mother's words in her heart. If you see something special in the future, don't tell others, only tell your family, so that you won't be called a liar.

She is an honest good boy, not a liar.

This day went by step by step, just like every previous day, Mo Ruyue took Tangtang to deal with all the herbs, and then put them into her medicine box.

At this time, in a city a hundred miles away, a man in night clothes was like a cat, galloping fast on the roofs and walls of houses in the city.

Although his speed was fast, the landing was silent, and he flew out at the tip of his toes, as if a pair of wings had really been born.

After coming to a house, he landed lightly on the highest point of the entire house and observed the situation in the entire courtyard condescendingly.

The owner of this family seems to be entertaining guests, and the sound of silk and bamboo can be heard endlessly. The servants and maids in the yard carry various melons, fruits, delicacies and drinks to and fro in the yard, and there are bursts of women in the flower hall not far away. The singing and charming laughter, obviously it is not a good family woman who is here to cheer.

The man's eyes turned around in the yard, and he had a panoramic view of the locations of the dark posts hidden everywhere, and then he turned his eyes to the southeast of the backyard.

There seemed to be a 3D three-dimensional map in his mind, and the location in the southeast corner was his target location today, the study.

If you want to touch the study, you have to remove the dark whistle that is blocking the road. The man carefully observed it for a while and found that there is still a certain amount of fluidity between these dark whistles. If one is brought down, it will soon be Found by the men at the front and rear posts that he linked.

It seems that the person who arranged this defense measure is still a master, but the man's tricks are nothing in the eyes of the man in black.

The man in black quickly chose the dark whistle that he was going to attack. Although it would still be noticed that something was wrong in the end, he had already won a sufficient time difference for him.

His figure flashed like a ghost in the courtyard, and some of the dark whistle just felt that when the eyes were dark, they didn't know anything.

A road leading to the study was quietly opened, and he soon came to the door of the study, but did not enter rashly.

Although the dark whistle on the periphery seems to be enough to protect the study from being splashed, there must be hidden organs in the study.

The man in black took a closer look, and sure enough, he found a trip wire thinner than a hair at the door and the window. This kind of wire will only be hung when the owner leaves. If someone accidentally touches it, he will triggers the trigger.

He took out an extremely thin hook from the treasure bag on his waist, carefully slid it along the trip line, and hooked the other end of the line from where it was hanging.

The thin lines on this window are crisscrossed, and it is troublesome to remove the mechanism every time, but the protective effect is excellent.

It's just that no matter how much the owner of the house trusts the mechanism that he found someone to design, he never imagined that it would be cracked by someone in such a short period of time.

The man in black entered the study along the crack of the window. There was no other mechanism in it. He came to the bookshelf and stretched out his hand to turn left three times right on a porcelain vase ornament on the top. Then a seam was opened in the bookshelf, revealing the back wall. A square hole.

He reached out and took out the basic booklet and a letter, and then restored the bookshelf and turned it out through the window again.

Judging from the time he had calculated, it was almost time for the downed whistle to be discovered, but the man in black didn't seem to be in a mess at all, and even hung up the thin thread that had been tickled off with ease.

Just as he was just jumping over the fence of the house, there was a sudden exclamation from the backyard, followed by a clutter of footsteps.

The sound of silk and bamboo in the flower hall also stopped abruptly, and then saw a fat man with half torn clothes running towards the backyard study.

After watching this scene, the man in black did not have any emotional fluctuations in his eyes, and then turned around and disappeared into the night.

Half an hour later, in the black pine forest outside the city, a figure stumbled through it. He was dressed in black and put his hand on the lower abdomen on the right.

As he ran quickly, some liquid seemed to seep out from under his clothes, dyeing the black clothes darker.

The man in black was the one who stole the booklet and the seal in the house just now, but he didn't know why he was injured, and he was still running away from the city like this at night.

The originally closed city gate was suddenly opened, and seven or eight people rode fast horses and rushed out of the city with a group of mastiff dogs. The mastiff dogs only sniffed the air for a while, and then barked wildly towards the black. Rush in the pine forest.

Riders are also obviously good at horseback riding, even in pine forests.

Although the man in black was already far ahead, he also vaguely heard the barking of dogs and the neighing of horses behind him. He knew that the pursuers would arrive soon, so he exerted force under his feet, and the speed was twice as fast as before.

The night wind whistled and wiped his cheeks, and the more violent movements also made his wounds tear more, and blood rushed out, dyeing half of his body.

Even with such severe pain, it still couldn't make the man's face appear even a little moved. His face was like a stone statue, and it seemed that there was no expression at all.

He specially chose places with steep roads to walk, as if he was not afraid of falling into the abyss if he stumbled.

Horses and dogs from such high places cannot come at all, so they can make the pursuers lose their speed and sense of smell. Although the blood from the wounds of the men in black will point them to the direction to continue chasing, but the distance between them Still getting further and further away.

At dawn, the people who were chasing finally lost the trace of the man in black, and a sudden heavy rain washed away all the traces and smells he left behind.

Seven or eight people found the sky twilight in vain, and finally had to stop.

"Captain, we have pursued people, how do we explain to the boss when we go back?"