The room was silent, the spotlights flashed and went out, and the whole room was plunged into endless darkness again.

"What's that, don't you know?"

"Brother Rabbit?" The rabbit was far away, and Banzhu couldn't see clearly, "Brother Rabbit, are you there?"

"Aren't you leaving?" the rabbit removed the skylight, and a piece of moonlight came in. He stood in the moonlight, and it was so ethereal that it was clear that it was gone.

"Brother Rabbit, are you a fairy?"

Madara ran over quickly, and the rabbit had already stepped out. Fortunately, she was relatively light, and the rabbit finally pulled her up after a long time.

The two of them groped in the pipe, and Madara couldn't tell the direction at all. Silently followed behind, with a face of dust mixed with a messy brain.

She wanted to ask, but she didn't think she was right.

"What do you want to ask?"

The two had just come out of the pipe, covered in dust. The rabbit patted his clothes a little upset and glanced at the person following him.

"Brother Rabbit, what do I know?"

"Huh?" the rabbit still walked in front, and when he turned a corner, the two of them slipped into the place where they had been at the beginning.

Madara Zhu was a little dissatisfied with the rabbit's cold tone, and threw the potted plant in his arms on the table with a snap: "Oh, how do I know what this thing is?"

"I really don't know?"

The rabbit curled up in the couch, leaning on the pillow, his eyes slightly open: "Doesn't she follow you all the time?"

"You know!" Madara was stunned, "how do you know!"

"Heh," the rabbit sneered, "I want to clean it up, it's easy!"

"Ah, that's not going to work!" Madara quickly picked up the potted plant, "You can't hurt it casually, it saved me!"

The rabbit, without speaking, yawned, closed his eyes, and sat on the couch.

"Brother Rabbit, let's discuss, can you take me as an apprentice!" Banzhu slowly leaned over, "I don't want to learn anything about flying eaves and walls, I'll learn a simple one, how about seventy-two changes?"

The rabbit didn't answer, and Madara turned around to look only to find that he was asleep.

"It's boring, it's not a gentleman at all!"

Banzhu picked up the potted plant and sat down under the window: "You used to be called Xiaohong, but now you have to be called Xiaolu." You're going to grow up, my lower body depends on you!"

She touched the yellowed branches and lowered her head slowly.

Wow---

There was a knock on the door, and it rang for a long time.

After a busy night, I chased the murderer, but I didn't catch anything. Later, the output of the surveillance screen was also a snowflake, and there was no half of a figure in sight. Xiao Jia and Uncle Wang were also affected for a while, so Gu Sang didn't say anything and let the two go home.

He looked at a dead branch he had picked up in the hallway, thoughtful, and a knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. When he saw Xia Zhou, he remembered, and there was something to forget.

After knocking on the door for a long time, Xia Zhou glanced at Mr. Gu. The latter nodded, and he tried to open the door. It opened with a slight twist, and an inexplicable smell wafted out.

The room was very brightly lit, and daylight was shining through the windows.

There was a man lying on the ground, dressed in a green jacket, with his hair casually spreading across his face. The sunlight seemed to have crossed the light for her, and the whole person was transparent. There was a person curled up on the sofa, with a strange figure, beyond the limits of the human body.

"This?"

Xia Zhou was a little embarrassed, this is too casual. He looked at Mr. Gu, ready to wake up the person sleeping on the sofa.

Gu Sang shook his head and paced to the window. Squatted down and held out his hand.

Xia Zhou was a little embarrassed, he was a little puzzled, Mr. Gu was okay with this?

"Hey, buddy, why are you picking people's stuff?"

Madara Zhu half-opened his eyes, his voice was hoarse, and he looked at the person in front of him who was about to stretch out his magic hand to her potted plant: "Touch it, 100 yuan, give money!"