"Brother, show me your phone?"

Xiao Ling looked at Mu Qian with a smile, and the Demon King squinted and smiled, and continued to bow his head to pack his things. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

From this second on, the Demon King's mobile phone has become Xiao Ling's 'feeling very powerful' existence.

In fact, Mu Qian was teasing her, everything was in the computer, those disappeared folders and miscalculated hard disk space...... Ahem, it looks like something was accidentally exposed......

"Put those clothes in that box, don't fold them, just stuff them in. ”

"Oh, okay. Xiao Ling also got busy diligently, "Is this also going to be brought over......?"

Xiao Ling happily got busy, and Mu Qian began to tidy up his bookcase next to him.

The old textbooks can all be thrown away, these things are no longer very useful, and the knowledge points have been memorized in the mind.

How could the Demon King stump a small exam.

Some periodicals, hesitating, were also tied up with ropes, ready to sell used books. These comic journals are not as good as a month.

"Brother," Xiao Ling sneaked over, "Give me your phone to take a look." ”

Mu Qian looked at her with some vigilance, "It's better for the girl to be simple, what to see." ”

Xiao Ling's face flushed, he stuck out the tip of his tongue at Mu Qian, snorted softly, didn't say anything, and continued to help his brother fold clothes.

Most of the boys throw away their clothes casually, but Xiao Ling is much more careful, and will help Mu Qian fold the clothes one by one and put them in the suitcase, and will also make reasonable use of the space in the suitcase.

After all, there is a bit of parting emotion.

Xiao Ling hummed a not-so-cheerful ballad, and Mu Qian walked over and rubbed her head, but didn't comfort her much.

What is there to be comforted? Just leave to live in a different place, and when he and Zhen's father stabilize over there, Xiaoling will finish junior high school and go over with his mother.

If you do the math, it's only less than ten months.

Ten months...... 300 days...... Xiao Ling pinched his fingers and calculated, it was 7,200 hours, 432,000 minutes......

"In high schools in big cities, will there be many beautiful sisters? Xiao Ling asked this question that he had already asked several times.

Mu Qian always replied with the same answer: "Ah, there should be a lot." ”

"Then brother...... Xiao Ling pouted, "You shouldn't start early love soon, right?" Mom said that early love is wrong. ”

"Well, maybe by the time you go over to look for me, your sister-in-law will have come in. ”

Mu Qian was joking, but as soon as he finished speaking, he felt that something was not quite right behind it.

It's not murderous, even if Xiao Ling is a little willful, he won't be angry with his brother or anything...... Instead, he snorted a little aggrieved.

Yes, it's another half an hour to do nothing, and concentrate on coaxing my sister.

……

Song Shijing's house, at the same point in time, Song Shijing kept walking around with her mobile phone, waiting for Sister Yu's reply.

She had already asked about the city that Mu Qian was going to, and she still asked Ren Ying. And how did Ren Ying know...... Ren Ying investigated Zhen's father's personnel transfer, and by the way, she contacted Zhen's father's company for a cooperative relationship.

This is a careful machine that belongs to the ponytail.

‘colour’

The City of Colors was originally a city with light industry and service industry as the main economic body, and it was also a metropolis with an economic center within a certain range, and it was a border area under the control of Kunwu Mountain.

It can be shortened to 'C' City.

Fashion, entertainment, and humanity are all the signs of the city of colors.

"Why is this place," Song Shijing pursed her lips lightly, walking around in a nightdress, all kinds of tangled and depressed.

In fact, you don't need to ask to know the particularity of this color capital in the territory of Kunwu Mountain.

Just like what she said during the day, this color capital is controlled by a demon exterminator force, and it is only nominally attached to Kunwu Mountain, but in fact it has the power to control it independently, and it is the territory of Kunwu Mountain in the nature of an alliance.

Moreover, this color capital is also a major support point for the economy of Kunwu Mountain.

One tenth of the subsidy that Song Shijing receives every month is contributed by 'C'!

With a buzz, Song Shijing's connection was half a second faster than the action of the mobile phone ringing.

"Sister Yu, is there a result?"

"Well, I've already asked, this color city is not easy to enter. ”

"What?" Song Shijing asked in a low voice.

"Caicheng is the territory of the Wen family, which has been passed down for more than a thousand years. Sister Yu and Song Shijing explained in detail, "The Wen family has a seat of honorary elders in the headquarters of Kunwu Mountain, and there are only five seats in total, and honorary elders are the authority above the current elders. ”

Song Shijing blinked, her grandfather was the lord of the mountain.

Sister Yu: "It is mentioned in the covenant signed between the Wen family and Kunwu Mountain that Kunwu Mountain belongs to the Demon Exterminator, and no one is allowed to set foot in the City of Colors, which is also the only condition for them to provide us with huge offerings every year. ”

"Are you afraid of interfering with them?"

"Well, the reason why Caicheng is so developed now is inseparable from the hard work of the Wen family," Sister Yu sighed, "This is a big cake, and if they don't pay attention to it, it is easy for accidents." However, on the outskirts of Caicheng, we have a large number of teams stationed, and that is the border. ”

Song Shijing muttered in a low voice: "Didn't I have a crow's mouth once, and Xiao Qian just ran there." ”

"Can't you let your boyfriend not go there?"

"Boyfriend...... Oh, not yet!"

"Don't be shy, it's not that simple. ”

"That's right," Song Shijing frowned slightly.

With that covenant clause, she can't get close to Caicheng, and of course, if she goes shopping as a girl, she can.

However, if you use the Demon Slayer's ability in Caicheng, or stay too long, it will definitely cause a series of 'diplomatic problems'.

Sister Yu snorted: "Think about it yourself, what does their Wen family lack? Don't you think? It's much easier for them to support a master than it is to support our entire Kunwu Mountain. ”

"It makes sense. ”

Song Shijing was even more worried, "What should I do then?"

"Did you stop it?"

"It seems that it can't," Song Shijing puffed out the corners of her mouth, a little disappointed.

Mu Qian just wants a quiet life, and this time it is a change in the Zhen family, if some things interfere with Mu Qian's personal will, then Song Shijing feels that there is still some hope.

But if it disturbs the peace of their family......

"I might be blocked by him. ”

Song Shijing was so depressed that she was about to cry.

"Okay, I'll think of a way," Sister Yu sighed, "I still know some people from the Wen family, but it may take some time." And you'd better tell Mu Qian that if he doesn't want to get into trouble, it's best not to show his skills there. Otherwise......"

"How else?"

"The Wen family controls many popular female stars, and this beauty is used, it is estimated that you will definitely not be able to resist it with your charm alone. ”

Song Shijing instantly became nervous.

Like a great enemy.

……

Mu Qian was still packing his things.

The investigation report, a relatively precious cultural carrier, should always be carried with him, and after he successfully completes this life, this report will become a precious treasure in the demon world.

For the fusion of humans and demons, for the communication between the two main planes.

Hawkers,Man and demon merged...... Something strange seems to be coming......

Xiao Ling was called by her mother to cook supper, and only Mu Qian himself was in the room.

Empty bookcases, full of boxes, drawers with signs of turning.

Mu Qian picked up a book that had not been touched for a long time, and a few pages of white paper fell out of it, on which were some sketches with unclear traces.

It's the ones Song Shijing has seen before.

Mu Qian took the paper and looked at it for a while, his expression did not change too obviously, and he threw it into the paper basket casually.

Go with the wind.