Chang Yue nodded slowly, thoughtfully, and slowly handed over the scroll in his hand, his smart and clever eyes flashed with a halo that others couldn't understand, and he retracted his hand again: "You take me to Uncle Bian." ”

Jun Mo raised his hand and grabbed it again, he shook his hand helplessly, hesitated for a long time and said, "Okay." ”

Chang Yue felt more and more that this man was so cunning, hesitated for a long time, hid the painting scroll behind him, and gradually retreated, always feeling that he had bad intentions, and secretly felt that he was a liar, and did not believe him in his heart.

"The fish is paste......" Jun Mo suddenly shouted.

"Huh?"

Chang Yue sniffed, it was really confused, and hurriedly turned around, only to feel that the arm behind him was empty, and when he looked back, he saw Jun Mo stroking the scroll with a thief on his face, and kissed the scroll with a disgusting face.

"Why don't you go see the fish?" Jun Mo drank heavily, looking at Chang Yueqi's pouting mouth, he was extremely happy, this small dose, is it still difficult to get him?

"Villain......" Chang Yue's jade beaded voice, muttered, and as soon as he rushed into the fire room, he rushed out with billowing wolf smoke, choking and coughing.

Seeing the smoke billowing and the tongue of fire rushing out of the roof, Chang Yue was in a hurry: "Hurry up...... It's on fire......"

Jun Mo wanted to see the true face of this Qiankun painting, but before he could open it, he saw the flames growing in the wind, Jun Mo's eyebrows tightened, his face distorted, as if he had experienced the saddest thing in the world, and his expression was suddenly relieved.

"Burn it, burn it." Jun Mo waved his hand helplessly, every time he couldn't control his mind, sometimes, when he didn't want it to rain, God just rained, sometimes he wanted to rain, but he caught fire.

"Uncle Bian will definitely be angry when he comes back and sees it."

Chang Yue pinched her clothes, paced back and forth, her anxious, melancholy black eyes, and she was about to cry when she saw it, she turned around abruptly, and looked at Jun Mo with pleading eyes: "If the fire is uncontrollable and burns the entire peach blossom forest, Uncle Bian will definitely kill me." ”

"He can't bear to kill you."

Jun Mo snorted, letting the wooden house not far away be swallowed by tongues of fire, he had a wicked smile on his face, squinting his eyes, and looked at the half of the sky that had been dyed red by the fire.

Chang Yue was stunned for a moment, not knowing what Jun Mo meant.

"Maybe your Uncle Bian didn't tell you that you have another person's remnant soul in your body, and he is reluctant to hurt you until that remnant soul is freed."

Jun Mo's eyes looked at Chang Yue, he really couldn't find a trace of similarity about Bai Yu from this lovely and well-behaved girl, on the contrary, her weak and timid Yiren was just the opposite of Bai Yu.

If he didn't guess wrong, the scroll in his hand was also the second thing the old ghost was looking for, Jun Mo hummed.

Chang Yue was stunned on the spot, her face was pale, in her eyes, Uncle Bian, sometimes it was as simple as a symbol, which made her feel that the symbol was simple, and it was impossible to capture his character and heart, but now, she seemed to understand.

She is very stupid, she should have known that the big sister in the dream is the woman that Uncle Bian is following wholeheartedly, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her heart and coughed violently.

Jun Mo raised his head and took a sip of wine, the flames behind him became bigger and bigger, seeing that the fire room was swallowed up together with the wooden house where he was sleeping, the corners of Jun Mo's mouth hooked up a smile of memory, as if the smell of drunken shrimp was hidden in the flames, which made him intoxicated.

In less than half a day, only the beams were left in the two simple wooden houses, and the fire was getting smaller, Jun Mo burped and stood up, walked to the demented Chang Yue and said, "Uncle Jun taught you how to make shrimp." ”

As he spoke, ignoring Chang Yue, he grabbed the beams that were burning with flames in the air, and with a plop, countless sparks were splashed.

Immediately afterwards, I don't know where Junmo took out a slab, smashed the beam that was burning with one palm, sat on the ground, and splashed the slate with peach blossom wine, which was considered to have been washed.

The rest of the drunken shrimp, Jun Mo directly stuffed into the wine jar to drink the left, shook it, while waiting for the wine to enter the belly of the river shrimp, while waiting for the slate to heat up, until the wine on the slate was dried, Jun Mo followed the white jade and poured the shrimp on the slate.

Jun Mo stood up, lowered his eyes, looked at the river shrimp jumping on the stone slab, and showed a strange smile on his face, he sometimes didn't know why he laughed, he was either just used to laughing, or some kind of feeling made him laugh involuntarily.

Memories are like stones falling on the surface of the river, swinging a circle of ripples that seem to be absent, and he will never forget what is in the head of the shrimp in his life.

"Girl, you must be uncomfortable now, come, take a sip of wine, you have a lot of dreams in your dreams." Jun Mo handed the wine jar soaked in shrimp to Chang Yue.

Chang Yue came back to her senses, thinking that this girl would not answer, after all, her appearance was too weak, too gentle, and she was the opposite of Bai Yu, and she just wanted to tease this girl.

To Jun Mo's surprise, Chang Yue took over the wine jar, the bulky wine jar made her thin body shake twice, raised her head, and took a sip, her eyes were full of loneliness and emptiness, but it was not much different from when she was blind when she was a child.

Jun Mo hummed, almost clapped his hands, Chang Yue sat in front of the bonfire with the wine jar, at this moment, the fragrance of drunken shrimp had filled the surroundings, so that Jun Mo couldn't help but be intoxicated.

"Hiss......" Jun Mo took a breath of cold air, and by the way, he also inhaled the trace of saliva into his abdomen, and then, Jun Mo's eyebrows twisted, how is the fragrance of this shrimp different from that made of white jade? What's wrong?

"What's inside this scroll?"

Chang Yue ignored him and asked weakly, with her intuition, she already had a hint of an answer, but she just couldn't believe it.

The moment she picked up the scroll, she always felt a familiar aura permeating from above, and when the masked man opened the scroll, she clearly felt as if her body was being sucked by something.

"Don't interrupt...... Jun Mo was impatient, he didn't think about the program that went wrong, he still didn't give up and picked one up, blew two breaths, raised his head and threw the shrimp into his mouth, not forgetting to pull the shrimp head out, the taste always felt that something was missing.

Chang Yue unconsciously took two steps back.

Jun Mo spit out the shrimp in his mouth directly, feeling that the taste is weird, is it that the shrimp have to be eaten together with the head (shrimp) to have a taste?

Suddenly raised her eyes to look at Chang Yue, she was like a frightened rabbit, her eyes were full of uneasiness: "By the way, what did you just say?" ”

Chang Yue glanced at the moody man, and her gaze fell on the scroll he was holding.

Jun Mo subconsciously glanced at the painting scroll: "What is the name of this painting, Ben Jun doesn't know, let alone what its use is." ”

As he spoke, Jun Mo suddenly became interested in this painting scroll, and as soon as his pupils shrank, he spread out his hands and pulled the painting scroll open.

As the scroll unfolded, Chang Yue subconsciously paced forward, wanting to see, or if there was more information about the big sister inside.

Jun Mo suddenly shrank his brows, and a strong sense of coercion suddenly surged out of the painting scroll, and sweat overflowed on his forehead, this suction force was too strong, Jun Mo hurriedly let go of the painting scroll, and when the painting scroll landed, it naturally rolled up, and everything returned to calm.

Jun Mo only felt a flash behind him, and when he looked sideways, Chang Yue's face was pale, his eyes were blurred, and he fell straight to the ground, unconscious.