readx;? Jin Hai is endlessly happy, Jiang Feng is sad and sleepy;

Alone in the cold key, the sky is facing the moon;

Fragmented and sorrowful texts; it is difficult to walk 3,000 texts with a pen;

The vicissitudes of the right path return to the public's expectations; Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

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The night is deep, the moon is like a hook, the wind is cold, and the wind is bleak.

In the middle of the night, the courtyard of the master of Kaifeng Mansion was quiet, and Mr. Bao and Mr. Gongsun, who often forgot to sleep and eat to review official documents, had fallen asleep soundly, and even Mr. Zhan, who had not been able to rest well for many days, went back to bed early. However, in this peaceful and peaceful courtyard of the Master, a discordant voice came out.

"Squeak-" The door of a wing room in the center on the east side of the Master's Courtyard was pushed open a small crack, and then, a thin figure squeezed out of the crack in the door, tiptoed to the window of the next room, put his ear to the window and listened, nodded, took out a pill from his waist bag, poked a hole in the window paper and stuffed it into the house. After a while, a light medicinal fragrance came from the house,

Suddenly, the entire Confucius Courtyard was shrouded in a rich sleeping atmosphere.

The person who gave the medicine listened to it again on the window, and after confirming that the people in the house were asleep, he took out a knife, pried open the window very skillfully, and turned into the house with great skill.

The room was pitch black, but the people who came had already prepared for it, took out the fire fold, and lit it up at once, illuminating a pair of burning and shining eyes.

It's not Jin Qian.

But seeing Jin Qian take a deep breath, tiptoe straight to the front of the wardrobe in the southeast corner, open the cabinet door and stare at the bottom level, he was stunned, and muttered: "It's weird, what about the bag of sachets we hid here last week?

Jin Qian scratched his head, turned around and took two steps to the bed, one rolled into the bottom of the bed, and after a while, crawled out with a black face on the dust: "It's broken, it's broken, why is it that even the box of peachwood swords hidden under the bed is gone?"

Jin Qian turned around with a beautiful flick, threw himself on the side of the bed, and began to turn over the mattress next to the bed: "Won't you even lose the Baisuo suit stuffed under the bed?!"

Jin Qian turned anxiously, and suddenly, a foreign object landed on Jin Qian's shoulder.

"Hmm!" Jin Qian slapped back the screams that almost came out of his mouth.

His eyes slowly shifted to the side, and by the light of the fire, Jin Qian could clearly see that the object on his shoulder—evenly slender and distinctly jointed—was someone's "cat's claw".

"I'm scared to death!" Jin Qian let out a long breath and carefully picked up one of Zhanzhao's fingers, trying to put it back in place, but when he turned his head to see the person on the bed, he was stunned.

A light ray of moonlight, the streamer is regrettable, like a misty veil on the bed. Zhan Zhao lay quietly on the bunk, sleeping comfortably, the soft moonlight depicted the curved long eyelashes, showing off the straight nose bones, moisturizing thin lips, between the ups and downs of the long breath, the light grass fragrance lingered, Jin Qian only felt that his heartbeat seemed to be firmly sucked by an invisible gravitational force, as Zhan Zhao's breathing slowly rose and fell, slowly moving down, from Zhan Zhao's sleeping face to the slightly open neckline under the neck, locked on the exposed half-collarbone.

□□ skin glowed in the moonlight, Jin Qian only felt that the originally faint light grass fragrance suddenly became lingering and compassionate, and the temperature of the cells in Jin Qian's whole body rose suddenly.

"Hiss-" Jin Qian suddenly gasped, suddenly abandoning his gaze, calming his heartbeat as if he was convulsive, and silently reciting the "Great Compassion Guanyin Mantra".

"□□. Emptiness is color, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, breathing, breathing, the world is so beautiful, you can't be so irritable...... Whew-"

Oh, our good boys, the beauty of night owls is too lethal, we are mortals, we really can't withstand such a test, today is really not an auspicious day for the zodiac to receive the goods, let's withdraw first.

Thinking of this, Jin Qian's legs and feet moved, and he was ready to evacuate, but the ghost made the god scan the bed again-

Just this glance made Jin Qian change his mind.

Tsk! Aren't those two burdens, and that box, exactly the stock we hid in the cat's room? How did they get to the cat's bed? Could it be, could it be, that the cat was going to keep it privately, to make extra money, or to confiscate and destroy it?

No matter what it is, our inventory status is precarious!

Now, now, now, now, we need to hurry up and get the guy we eat!

Thinking of this, Jin Qiandun was like a chicken blood, his blood was boiling, his spirit was excited, he took three steps and two steps to the bedside, rolled up his arms and sleeves, and prepared to transfer the goods.

But -- there is a very real problem!

The goods were placed on the innermost side of the bed, and if you wanted to take them, you had to cross the mountain of a feline on the outside.

Jin Qian looked at the "sultry" sleeping posture of a certain guard on the outside of the bed, and then looked at his own hard work "Qian" Jing on the inside of the bed, swallowed his saliva, and sank into the dantian, and a fierce tiger pounced on Zhanzhao on the bed...... Ahem--it was the goods that flew into Zhanzhao's bed.

I have to say that Jin Qian's half-tone light skills are still relatively reliable at a critical juncture. This pounce, the position is very accurate, the force is very accurate, there is no romance and bloody plot that pounces on a certain cat, and there is no thrilling plot that wakes up a certain guard when the bed shakes too much.

There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south, thank God, a safe landing.

Jin Qian hugged his treasure box and was very pleased.

The question now is, how do you smuggle these two packages and a wooden crate out?

Two packages simple.

Jin Qian grabbed one with one hand, threw it out with his arm, landed silently, and succeeded!

But this chest of mahogany swords, not to mention the loud noise when thrown out, if it breaks, the damage will be great.

Jin Qian thought about it again and again, and finally chose a more secure plan, holding the box with one arm and supporting his body with the other, and slowly turned over Zhanzhao's body.

However, as soon as this plan was implemented, Jin Qian found that it was very inappropriate! It was absolutely inappropriate!

Jin Qian's state at this time is one leg propped up on the left side of Zhanzhao's waist, one leg propped up on the right side of Zhanzhao's waist, one hand is holding his wooden box, and the other hand is propped up next to Zhanzhao's shoulder, and because of the uneven force, he is trembling and about to lose his balance, causing his face to get closer and closer to Zhanzhao's face, getting closer and closer-

The scent of light grass almost sprayed on his face, and his thin lips glowed with water were almost close at hand—no, just a millimeter!

Jin Qian's liver was trembling, his hands were shaking, and his legs were turning tendons at this time.

Discord!

Jin Qian's thoughts about choosing this posture to transfer goods at this time were so regretful that his intestines were blue.

What's more, what's even more bizarre is that the temperature in the room suddenly began to soar, and the cheeks under him actually flushed at a speed that could be visually detected.

Hey, is there an abnormality in our thermoregulatory function?

It even infected sleeping felines!

Level 1 Alert! Level 1 Alert!

The alarm bell in Jin Qian's head rang sharply. I don't know where the strength gushes out, my arms and legs exert force at the same time, and I jump out of the bed with a full rotation of one hundred and eighty degrees of Thomas, and the action is handsome, but this is the result-

Jin Qian could even feel the hem of his clothes sweeping against Zhanzhao's neck as he rolled out of bed.

"Whew-" Jin Qian, who landed safely, touched his chest with his hand and breathed heavily.

This kind of work is too dangerous, too much pressure on the heart!

Jin Qian wiped the beads of sweat on his head, straddled the two burdens on his body, picked up the wooden box with both hands and was about to grab the door, but at the moment when he was about to rush out of the door, a strong wind suddenly rose behind him, and a strong force wrapped around Jin Qian's waist and pulled it back, Jin Qian only saw the wooden box in his hand fly out of his hands and fly out of a quadratic parabola and fell to the ground.

And! and still in Zhanzhao's arms!

Or maybe Zhan Zhao was hugging himself, half-squatting and half-kneeling against the wall.

Forehead drops of Jesus! What is this—What's going on?!

Jin Qian trembled his eyes and slowly moved up, just in time to see the giant sword clenched in one hand, Zhanzhao's tight chin, his pursed lips, and a pair of absolutely sober black eyes.

Seeing Zhan Zhao's solemn expression, and feeling his iron arms around him, Jin Qian's first reaction was not what Zhan Zhao's look like he was facing a great enemy, but-

Jesus, God, when did this cat wake up? Looking at the level of clarity in his eyes, it seems that he has been awake for a long time, could it be that our hypnotic bomb has failed? Could it be that the cat has seen the series of actions we have just made?

Ahhh

Just when Jin Qian was about to pretend to be dizzy and escape from reality, Zhan Zhao spoke:

"Your Excellency is visiting late at night, what is the matter?"

Well?

Kim Qian returned to his senses.

Listening to the tone of the cat, it doesn't seem to be talking to us.

Careful eyes followed Zhanzhao's gaze to the empty place in the room, and the next moment, Jin Qian saw a scene that absolutely subverted his worldview, outlook on life, and outlook on honor and disgrace.

A figure slowly cleared up in the void, emerging from the air like a slide, and finally turned into a bewitching young man in a red robe.

But seeing this young man, the red clothes are like smoke and light cover, the black silk is like satin and the wind is gone, a pair of peach blossom eyes that are more attractive than Bai Yutang, the eyes are like crimson jade, the shining waves are flowing, and at the tips of the eyes, two rouge iridescent colors fly obliquely into the temples, the facial features are delicate and picturesque, the body is soft like water, and the whole body exudes a sense of fatal charm.

There is a word to express it: born evil.

"You can find me, it seems that I do have some ability, no wonder I have the courage to seduce Ah Meng!" The young man in red looked at Zhanzhao, sneered evilly, raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Jin Qian only felt that the objects in front of him were shattered and scattered as if the glass had been broken, and in the next moment, he and Zhanzhao were already in the wilderness.

Like a hook and a waning moon hanging high in the ink sky, the dry branches of the surrounding tree trunks are clicked by the cold wind, and the pure color of the profane clothes is dancing wildly with the wind, sweeping Jin Qian's body.

If it weren't for being firmly surrounded by Zhan Zhao at this time, Jin Qian, whose legs were weak, would have knelt on the ground a long time ago.

What was that? superpowers, teleportation, Tinker Bell any door? or-

Jin Qian slowly raised his eyes and looked at the enchanting boy who was floating in the air in defiance of the earth's gravity......

"Youkai!!" Jin Qian's scream tore through the sky.

That's right, Jin Qian is very sure that this is a monster!

Because, dancing enchantingly behind the young man, it was clearly a fluffy red-haired tail!

"Monster?!" Zhanzhao's face changed slightly, his black eyes stared at the man motionlessly, and his arms tightened Jin Qian into his arms.

"It must be, it's the one Dr. Ning said, what is that? yes, yes, it's a weasel spirit!" Jin Qian howled in his voice.

"Weasel?!" Unexpectedly, when the young man in red heard this, he suddenly became furious, waved his hand and swept out a wind blade, directly attacking Zhan and Jin, "Who do you say is a weasel?!"

"Be careful!" Zhan Zhao swept Jin Qian behind him, drew out the giant sword, and went up against him.

"Qiang!" The wind blade was like a physical sword, and it made a piercing sound when it handed over to Juque, and Zhanzhao was shocked to take a few steps back, and the tiger's mouth was faintly bloody.

"Lord Zhan!" Jin Qian exclaimed.

"Stand back!" Zhan Zhao shouted urgently.

"Hmph, see how long you can carry it?" The young man in red snorted coldly, shook his hand and swung out another wind blade, carrying the air to tear the wind and roar.

Zhan Zhao shouted, stepped forward, and slashed the windward blade.

Under the confrontation between the two sides, it was difficult to distinguish for a while, and the two forces converged, stirring up a tornado around Zhanzhao, blowing Zhanzhao's plain clothes violently.

"Lord Zhan-ahhhhh......hh

"Jin Qian!" Zhan Zhao was anxious, but he didn't have time to look back, so he could only shout, "Hurry up!"

No, let's not go! We want to live and die with Lord Zhan!

Although Jin Qian now wants to shout two Qiong Yao-style bloody lines to show his determination, the actual situation is that Jin Qian has been blown over in the grass, gnawed a mouthful of sand and dirt, and can't say a word.

When Jin Qian easily got up in embarrassment, the scene in front of him made Jin Qian almost scream.

I saw that under the cold moonlight, Zhan Zhao, who was dressed in a white shirt, was floating in the air, his limbs seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and his right hand holding the giant sword was even more unable to exert any force, and he couldn't hang down weakly.

The fine wind blade swirled around the young man in red and Zhan Zhao, blowing their hair wildly, and the red and white clothes danced like wild butterflies.

"Master Zhan! cough--" Jin Qian's heart was suddenly anxious, and a fierce man jumped up and shouted at the red-clothed young man, "You weasel spirit, let Master Zhan go quickly, otherwise we, we will let you go around without eating!"

But the young man in red ignored Jin Qian's scolding at all, stared straight at Zhanzhao, gritted his teeth, and muttered: "Sure enough, you have a good skin, but you don't look as good as me, how can the League fall in love with you?!"

As he spoke, a pair of hands with sharp nails slowly moved towards Zhanzhao's face.

"What do you want to do?!" Jin Qian exclaimed, "If you dare to move a hair of Lord Zhan, we will definitely pick your skin and pull your tendons!"

Jin Qian had no choice but to jump on the ground and scold in order to divert the young man's attention, but the effect was very limited.

"Quick-go!" Zhan Zhao said with only a trace of consciousness left.

Seeing that the situation was imminent, Jin Qian was anxious, and he didn't care about anything else, so he pulled down the burden hanging on his body and threw away his inventory of evil sachets.

A string of sachets was thrown into the air, unable to fall, obviously an ineffective attack.

Jin Qian was sweating profusely.

What to do?

Isn't this a detective martial arts drama? For Mao will run out of a weasel spirit? Such a fantasy plot is simply running the wrong set!

Since we were children, we have never had any combat experience in dealing with monsters since ancient times! What should we use? Sprinkle dog blood? Sticker charms? Ask Taoist priests or cultivate immortals to find immortal weapons-That's right! Peach wood sword! What about our box of peach wood swords? 1

Jin Qian looked around-

Tsk! Apparently the monster boy missed this part when he teleported.

Slowly, speaking of the peachwood sword-

Jin Qian took out a wooden plaque from his arms, carved "peach character" on the front and "peach blossom" on the reverse, which was the peach wood plaque given to Jin Qian by Ning Meng before.

recalled that at that time, Ning Meng had the posture of an unknown prophet in the world......

"Fight!" Jin Qian decisively raised his arm and threw the peach wood card at the monster boy in the air.

The wooden sign flew steadily into the air, and then ......

Affected by the gravitational pull of the earth, it falls vertically.

Damn! It's useless!

Jin Qian is crazy.

"Peachwood Order!, how can you have a Peachwood Order!" the red-clothed boy suddenly flew down and landed, carefully picking up the peachwood card and screaming.

Jin Qian had no time to answer, at this time, Jin Qian was staring at Zhanzhao who was tied in the air, but saw that as the red-clothed young man fell, Zhanzhao's figure lost control and fell suddenly.

"Lord Zhan!" Jin Qian stepped forward with an arrow, and opened his arms to catch Zhanzhao.

"Jin Qian, what are you doing?!Get out of the way!" Zhan Zhao exclaimed, his face turned pale with fright.

Just a moment before Jin Qian was flattened by Zhan Zhao, Zhan Zhao's suddenly falling figure suddenly stopped.

"Sure enough, you're making trouble. A cold voice came from the void.

A plain figure slowly emerged from the air, strolling lightly, with a cold expression, it was Ning Meng.

"Doctor Ning?" Zhan Zhao, who had just landed smoothly and protected Jin Qian to his side, said in surprise.

And Jin Qian is no longer able to complain.

Sure enough, this thing is not a normal human species.

"Ah, Ah Meng......" When the young man in red saw Ning Meng, most of his arrogance just now was suddenly extinguished, "You, why are you here?!"

Looking at that look, it was like seeing her husband's little daughter-in-law, and Jin Qian even saw the fluffy tail behind the young man and shook it a few times.

"If I don't come, won't you continue to mess around?!" Ning Meng looked displeased, walked up to Zhan and Jin, looked at them and asked, "Are you okay?"

Zhan Zhao firmly blocked Jin Qian behind him, and glared at Ning Meng with a guarded expression.

Needless to say, if Jin Qian was not afraid of any scandal that was not conducive to the innocence of the cat at this time, he would simply want the whole person to lie on Zhanzhao's back.

Ning Meng's eyes swept over Jin Qian's body, his face suddenly darkened a little, he turned his eyes to look at the young man in red, and said sharply: "Chiscarlet, there should be a limit to your nonsense, how can you hurt innocent people?"

"Innocent? Where is he innocent?!" The young man known as Chiscarlet exploded when he heard this, his eyes were red, and his face was full of grief and indignation, "He seduced the Arab League, and he is a bad person! I just taught him a lesson...... Such a trivial ......"

"A little lesson?!a trivial matter?!" Ning Meng raised his eyebrows and looked at the ice light, "Those people who have suffered from the soul loss technique in Bianjing City in the past few days are also your hands and feet!

"Uh...... This ......" Crimson's face turned pale, and he lowered his head and whispered, "That's not because you are so good to them, I, I can't look at it......"

Gee!

Hearing this, Jin Qian already understood.