"Uh......" Lu Tingcheng burped, and the wine bottle in his hand shook, only to find that it was already empty. He didn't believe in evil, and he turned the bottle upside down and looked upside down, and finally a drop of wine flowed down the mouth of the bottle, and a "click" dripped on his eyelids.

Squinting, the street is a noisy crowd, surrounded by the stall of the toad eating the phoenix, those players are already crazy, irrationally rushing to buy the goods of the toad. In this regard, Lu Qingcheng could only mourn for them in his heart, and silently praised the mouth of the toad that ate the phoenix.

The Diao Chan's belly pocket can already be fake, but Lu Tingcheng knows what is going on, because in fact, there is also part of his credit. At that time, the toad who ate the phoenix found him and said if he wanted to make money, Lu Qingcheng nodded, so he took a solid step towards this road of no return.

That's right, Diao Chan's belly pocket was actually made by him. As for the method of making it, it is actually very simple, but other people have not thought of it. In fact, it was to find an aboriginal woman and ask her to change her name to Diao Chan, so the belly pocket on her body became Diao Chan's belly pocket! Of course, the player who buys this belly pocket will soon find that in a few days, the belly pocket of Diao Chan in his hand will change to a name, that may be the aboriginal woman change back to her original name, and it won't even take a day, and after a while, the player will find out that he has fallen into the trap of a profiteer.

"Alas~" Lu Qingcheng sighed with satisfaction, casually stuffed the wine bottle next to the corner of the roof chimney, and took out a bottle of wine from the package again, with a chicken leg outside, and ate it with a hearty meal.

At this moment, the sun is just right, and the warm autumn sun shines on Lu Tingcheng's body, making him extremely comfortable, plus drinking wine and eating small meat, it is simply a fairy-like life.

"Huh?" Lu Qingcheng, who was lying on the roof with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, and had just torn off a piece of chicken from his mouth, but he didn't have time to eat it, but looked in the direction that made him feel a little uncomfortable.

There are people coming and going on the streets, and there doesn't seem to be anything strange about them except pedestrians and pedestrians. It's just that the cold hairs in every pore on Lu Tingcheng's body stood up, and he felt that someone's gaze was falling on him, looking at himself, but it seemed that the gaze had detected something, or it was his delusion, and this feeling was just a flash.

After searching for some time, but there was no result, Lu Tingcheng closed his eyes again. But he knew that if this was not a delusion, then someone must be observing him, and as for the pedestrians in the street, since the place where he lay was also an unobtrusive place, no one would be able to notice him unless he looked carefully. Who has the leisure to look around on this street full of pedestrians, looking for another person on their heads?

"Be careful, use the peripheral vision of your eyes to stare at people, don't focus." Two pedestrians on the road rubbed shoulders, one gently touching the other with his shoulder, adding a whispered paragraph to the incessant apology.

The latter nodded, but left in the opposite direction. The direction he was heading towards was the place where the phoenix-eating toad set up a stall, pretending to be lively and getting into the crowd, his eyes gently swept over the busy phoenix-eating toads on the stall, and quickly left, not attracting the latter's attention. Just in an instant, in the silence, the two of them exchanged the people they wanted to target.

At the same time, in front of the post house where Yun Ting stayed, there were also several more stalls than usual, and the stalls sold small goods that could be seen everywhere. The stall owner is constantly selling, when he shakes his head, his eyes wander slightly, drifting to the side of the post house, and after not seeing the target, he quickly left, falling on the passers-by in front of the stall, but the attention is not left in front of the post house.

At this moment, Yun Ting had just come out of the Taishou Mansion and walked in the direction of the post house accompanied by Zhang Liao. Along the way, he felt the slightest strangeness, and smelled something unusual from some pedestrians. It seems that some of them are paying attention to him? But when I frowned and calmed down to observe, I found that everything was no different from usual.

Illusion?

No, Yun Ting can confirm that this is not a delusion, let alone an excess of his cautiousness. Someone's gaze wandered away from his side, but they also left quickly, repeatedly, making it impossible to observe carefully, but this feeling of gaze pursuit was always entangled in his heart.

He didn't care, no one in Jinyang City could do anything to him, even if he wanted to do it, he had to weigh whether he had the ability to cross Zhang Liao and hurt him.

Who knows? Anyway, Yun Ting knew that even if he was himself, there was no way to go through ten moves under Zhang Liao, which was still the most conservative estimate.

In a private house, someone pushed open the window and looked up at the white clouds and blue sky, and the sky was clear.

"Are the pigeons ready?" In the shadows, a man asked.

He was hidden in the shadows, covered with a wide black cloak that made it impossible to see his appearance, not even his form. It's like a venomous snake coiled up, quietly waiting for its prey to take the bait and prepare to stab with a lightning strike.

"Ready." The man who opened the window replied respectfully, holding a pigeon in the palm of his hands, with a small bamboo tube on its lap that had been loaded with a letter.

"Wait, it's not time yet." The man in the cloak said, his fingers lightly tapping on his thighs, counting the time little by little.

He was not in a hurry at all, the amplitude of his movements was always consistent, not slow or fast, little by little, following a law. If someone is holding a pocket watch at this moment and tapping the frequency of the man's fingers, they will be surprised to find that every time his fingers fall and lift, it is equivalent to a small square of the second hand on the pocket watch, and then point down, lift, and another second, the whole frequency is completely consistent, even if there is a mistake, it is only a thousandth of a second delay or beyond. But in the next moment, this small error will be automatically adjusted.

"Alright. You can put it. The man nodded, and drank softly, his index finger resting on his thigh.

The man standing at the window heard that the five fingers of his hands had been loosened, and with the posture of holding his hands, he gently threw the carrier pigeon up the window.

......A few feathers were scattered, and with the fluttering sound of wings, the carrier pigeon had already flown into the sky.

"Chirp."

The man looked up and saw the carrier pigeon he had just released in the sky fleeing in panic. A dark shadow swooped down, grabbed the carrier pigeon, and then leapt higher into the sky.

The man ignored it, and with a little relief on his face, he closed the window and reported to the cloaked man in the room, "All right. ”

"Yes." The man bowed his jaw and closed his eyes again, and his mind didn't know where to fly.

(End of chapter)

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