The first image that the man who came over gave Ming Chuan was two words: coquettish. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He was very slender, his shoulder-length hair was neatly combed and shiny, tucked low behind his head, he wore a lilac shirt and a pair of dark purple trousers, the top button of the shirt was loose, and a neatly folded blue handkerchief was tucked into his breast pocket, and he walked like a model on the catwalk.

This is a man who is coquettish to the extreme.

Ming Chuan couldn't help but say secretly in his heart.

The man walked to the door of the tattoo parlor and stopped, turned and opened the distinctive iron door.

This guy is the manager of the tattoo parlor he is looking for?

Just thinking about it, very suddenly, the man who was about to step into the store turned his head towards Ming Chuan, and a pair of Danfeng eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling glanced inadvertently in the direction where he was hiding.

Ming Chuan was startled, took a step back, and hid his entire body behind the wall around the corner.

Discovered?

Ming Chuan squinted his eyes and poked his head out to see that the other party had already walked into the tattoo parlor and closed the iron door at the same time.

Didn't notice him?

Ming Chuan couldn't be sure if the other party had seen him just now. Frowning and touching his chin, his already drooping eyelids narrowed into two slits, staring at the closed iron door in front of him.

After a while, there was no movement on the side of the iron gate, and Ming Chuan raised his feet and walked in the direction of the stairs.

When he passed by the door of the tattoo parlor, he didn't even glance at the closed iron door, and walked straight over.

Downstairs, Ming Chuan quickly left the pedestrian street in the south of the city.

The sun has sunk in the west, the lights are on, and the streets are still bright at night.

Ming Chuan did not linger on the street and went straight back to his residence.

When he got home, Shadow emerged from his shadow, still the size of a child of four or five years old, round and looking like a marionette.

Ming Chuan glanced at Ying Lan and asked, "Do you think there was something wrong with that man just now?"

Shadow tilted her head, as if in thought, and shook her head after a moment.

"I didn't feel anything abnormal in him, just ......" Ming Chuan remembered the gaze before, he didn't think it was because he was nervous, the coquettish man in purple must have seen him at that time.

Although he didn't feel any ghost aura on the other party, he instinctively knew that the man in purple was very dangerous.

He chose to leave directly because he felt the danger.

That tattoo parlor is the other person's territory, and if your feelings are accurate, it is not a wise choice to rush to meet the other person there.

His previous actions seemed to be a little reckless.

But fortunately, this trip was not completely fruitless, at least he knew what kind of person the owner of the tattoo parlor was, and he was probably sure that the other party was not a simple ordinary person.

Is it an exorcist? Or is it a ghost in human skin? Or is that the man the man Kaguya Takayama is talking about?

Ming Chuan thought for a moment, turned his gaze to Ying Lan again, and asked, "Are you sure there is nothing abnormal, didn't you smell anything special on that guy?"

Ying Lan was stunned, looking a little confused.

"Really, although I used to think that you were noisy and incomprehensible, it was even more troublesome not to speak. Ming Chuan's unhappy Chao Yinglan slapped him on the head.

Ying Lan raised two round arms to cover his forehead, and looked at Ming Chuan aggrievedly, completely unable to understand why he was beaten.

Mingchuan ignored her and turned around and walked into the guest room.

The house he rented was a two-bedroom apartment, but he rarely used the guest room, and he rarely entered the room except for simple cleaning.

The room was empty and deserted, with nothing but a simple plank bed. Obviously, the former tenant Zhang Yun also didn't use this room very often.

Ming Chuan walked in, lifted the small bed very simply, and stood on one side of the wall.

The room suddenly became more empty.

"Let's practice here in the future. "Since it is impossible to determine whether the man in purple is friend or foe, and the identity of the other party cannot be determined, it is useless to think more here, the top priority is to strengthen his strength as soon as possible, otherwise once the other party comes to the door, his situation will become very disadvantageous.

Ming Chuan moved his hands and feet as he spoke, and began to practice according to Takayama Kaguya's previous instructions.

The movements in that set of martial arts seem simple, but the standard that you want to do is very difficult, especially with the flow of breath, after each action is done, Ming Chuan has a feeling of being dead and alive.

After finally completing the three movements, Mingchuan completely lay on the ground and couldn't move.

During the day, he was just taught a lesson by Zhai Yanxu, no, he instructed him, and then he did these actions again, and the feeling of tiredness soon swept over his body, and Ming Chuan fell asleep on the ground like this, and soon began to snore lightly.

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Just after Mingchuan fell asleep, Ying Lan, who had been obediently squatting in the corner, stood up, staggered to his side, and looked down at his face.

Then, Shadow Lan's body shook slightly, and it looked as if the liquid in the bottle had been picked up and shaken twice, with a slight shock.

Then, when the shaking stopped, Shadowlan's body began to swell, only this time, only by a small margin, only to make it look slightly larger before stopping.

After the expansion stops, it does not retract, and it stays in this state.

Shadow Lan looked down at her body, and seemed to be pleased with the change, grinning silently.

He smirked there for a long time before he put away his smile, and then remembered what Ming Chuan said before, Ying Lan opened his mouth in some distress, constantly changing his mouth shape to the air, but did not make any sound.

After trying hard for a while, Ying Lan closed her mouth in frustration, patted her forehead in distress, and spun around in place a few times before she quieted down.

Although her attempt to speak failed, Ying Lan was clearly not discouraged, and regained her strength, opening her mouth wide and trying to make an "ah" sound in the air.

After trying several times, I was tired and out of breath, but it still didn't give up.

Finally, I don't know if it was the result of its efforts, or for some other reason, a small "ah" sound came out of its mouth, the sound was faint like a mosquito humming, and no one would notice it at all.

Finding that he had succeeded in making a sound, Ying Lan seemed very happy, circled around Mingchuan a few times, and shrunk into a ball on the soles of Mingchuan's feet with satisfaction, and also sank into sleep. (To be continued.) )