Chen Yi sat on the chair and pondered who was going to kill people.

I don't know if Thirteen has any clues, and he didn't catch up with the murderer.

Liu Yiyi lay on the table, lazily looking at Chen Yi who was thinking, no matter how she looked, she couldn't get enough of it.

Looking at it, I fell asleep on the table unconsciously.

Chen Yi looked at Liu Yiyi gently, picked her up gently, slowly put her on the bed, and covered her with a light blue brocade quilt.

"Childe..."

Chen Yi made a small motion, motioned to Thirteen to speak quietly, and pointed to Liu Yiyi, who was lying on the bed sleeping, asking him not to wake up Liu Yiyi, who was sleeping.

Thirteen didn't expect Chen Yi to have such a gentle and caring side, standing at the door and constantly smirking. In his heart, there is only Gong Neng who is worthy of Sister Yiyi.

"Childe, I didn't catch up with the masked man."

What kind of master is it, the light skill is so powerful, the thirteen can't catch up.

"By the way, Childe, this is from the masked man."

The token that was taken from the thirteen hands was engraved with the word "waning moon" on the front and the ghost face Buddha on the back.

Half of the face is solemn, compassionate and solemn. The other half has a blue face and fangs, and is vicious.

It means that good and evil are between one thought, one thought of evil is a demon, and one thought of good is a Buddha.

The moonlight poured through the window into the room.

The two did not realize that under the moonlight, the Buddha statue seemed to have been reborn and came to life.

The soft sunlight is just pouring in, and the room has a tranquil atmosphere, and along with all the belongings, it becomes lazy and comfortable.

Liu Yiyi opened her sleepy eyes and leaned on the head of the bed to raise her waist. I saw Chenyi sleeping on the side of the bed.

At this moment, Liu Yiyi immediately froze.

Last night, I seemed to be lying on the table looking at Chenyi, and I looked at myself as if I was asleep.

I must have been carried to the bed.

Could it be Childe?

Looking at Chen Yi who was asleep, she obediently lay on the bed without moving, shyly lowering her head and smelling the bedding on her body.

The futon smelled very good, with a faint fragrance, exactly the same as the smell on Chen Yi's body, for her, this light fragrance was the best smell in the world.

I don't think I'm sharing a bed with my son.

Covering his head with the quilt, only a little black and shiny hair peeked out from the futon. His hair kept shaking, as if to tell others how nervous and excited his master would be.

He was so shy that after a while, he secretly exposed half of his head from the futon, only a pair of charming eyes, constantly spinning.

Phew, phew. What do you think, Liu Yiyi.

Looking at Chen Yi's side face, he took his arm out of the futon and carefully stretched out his slender white fingers.

The fingertips were getting closer and closer to Chenyi's face, getting closer and closer.

His fingers lightly touched his cheeks, and there was a crispy tingling sensation on his fingertips.

Chenyi, who was still sleeping on the bed, felt that his face was ticklish and he shook his head.

Frightened, Liu Yiyi quickly withdrew her fingers.

Lying in the futon, her face was flushed, her whole body was numb, and her heart was fluttering like a deer, beating non-stop.

What if Childe finds out?

I want to find a rat hole to get into, and I can't wait to leave immediately.

Chen Yi stood up from his chair and stretched his arms lazily.

The sun shines warmly into the room, turning the whole room pale gold.

Looking at Liu Yiyi, who was still sleeping, Chen Yi walked out of the room.

Outside the gate, the sky was full of red clouds, the pond was full of golden waves, and the brilliant sunlight shone through the gaps between the leaves, and through the morning mist, wisps sprinkled all over the courtyard.

The late autumn sun is like an orange-red lampshade, radiating a soft light, shining on the body and face, warm.

"Childe, I inquired, someone said that they had seen this token in the ghost market."

Ghost City.

The ghost market organization is extremely large, and its background is intricate and unfathomable.

The door is open and the door is closed, and you may meet all kinds of people in the ghost market.

Anyone who wants to buy and sell things in the ghost market, whether you are a soldier, a rich man, a knight or a foreigner, you need to trade according to the rules set by the ghost market, and no one is allowed to mess around.

The ghost market has experienced several generations of dynasties, but it has not declined, but has become more and more powerful.

Legend has it that three hundred years ago, when the ghost market first appeared on the mainland, there was a prince who held great power on one side, and occasionally learned that there was a strange treasure in the ghost market, and he wanted to keep it for himself. An army was sent to fight against it, and all the people thought that the ghost city was about to disappear into the river of history.

No one would have thought that overnight, the entire clan of this prince was slaughtered, and the army sent never returned, so the reputation of the ghost market spread to the entire Tianlong Continent overnight.

Since then, no one has dared to make trouble in the ghost market.

The night erased the last rays of the sun, and the night was like a velvet curtain in the theater, slowly falling.

The dark night seemed to be smeared heavily on the sky, and there was not even a glimmer of stars.

The earth had fallen asleep, and the empty banks of the river were silent except for the gentle breeze blowing, except for the slight sound of running water.

On the ground, it was as if the cold air had blocked the light.

The ground began to fog.

Like light yarn, like smoke, the fog hangs on the trees, spreads on the mountain road, hides in the grass.

The smoke is bursting, floating and floating.

Everything has become hazy. In an instant, the white mist turned into tiny droplets.

Water droplets are sprinkled on the head and face, gentle, greasy, and a little damp.

People inhale the scent of wild chrysanthemum anthers and feel a little drunk.

The people who went to the ghost market, each wearing a mask, stood quietly on the shore, did not speak to each other, and kept their distance from each other.

Suddenly, the sound of oars plucking the water was heard on the lake.

The voice became clearer and clearer, and Chen Yi stretched out his arm, and under the thick fog, he couldn't even see his outstretched arm clearly.

The sound of ships approaching the shore was heard, followed by rustling footsteps.

Suddenly, ghost fires flickered nearby, and wild foxes screamed in the distance.

Liu Yiyi, who was following Chen Yi, turned pale and couldn't help but pull Chen Yi's cuffs.

From the shore came an old man with gray hair, bowed over and holding a cane in his hand, and staggered towards the crowd.

The old man was wearing a hat, and everyone couldn't see his face clearly. The old man walked cautiously, beating his waist with his other hand from time to time, and coughing a few times from time to time, which made people want to help her.

The green flames that kept floating around the old man shone on the person's face very gloomy, and at a glance it was clear that this person was by no means a good stubble.

The fog gradually dissipated.

Only then did everyone discover that the old man was followed by a burly man, who was shirtless and had a strange pattern tattooed on his chest.

On his back was a stunningly large sledgehammer attached to one end of the sledgehammer, which was wound along his arm and down to his wrist.

Chen Yi, who was watching, was secretly frightened, how much strength he had to shake the sledgehammer.

The old man said in a hoarse voice, "Everyone, the family has family rules, the country has national laws, and our ghost market also has its own rules, I hope you can abide by the rules, if anyone breaks the rules, don't blame the old woman for being ruthless." ”

Although the old man has lost his temples, no one present dares to underestimate her.

The boat slowly rowed towards the island in the center of the lake.

The night is so deep.

The night covered everything on the lake, the moonlight was hazy, the distance was hazy, and only the green light around the old man flickered eerily in the distance.