Jiro Zhenjun looked at them with a surprised expression. After a moment, his gaze fell on He Yuting's hand on the messenger's shoulder. He Yuting retracted her hand as if it was burned, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Erlang Zhenjun's eyes darker. For a while, her hand couldn't be put back again, and she retracted it and hung down on her side to cover it, which was really nervous.

Erlang Zhenjun asked: "Are you still in Taiyuan?" This is a profound question. Still there? It was nearly dusk when they came out of the Tianweeping Forest, and after lingering in the teahouse for a while, it was night and starry time. He Yuting is timid, since the last time she was robbed by the burning sky, even if she was wearing a human skin of Assasin, she did not dare to walk in the wild with a black light. He Yuting replied vaguely, it's too late, and I'll decide tomorrow morning whether to play for an extra day or go back early.

Erlang Zhenjun nodded, and asked again, "Where are you going to rest at night?" He asked casually, and seemed to be prepared. Before He Yuting could answer, he smiled and said, "I have a friend who bought a three-entry house at the base of the wall in the west of the city, and the place is quiet and private. If you think that there are many people coming and going in the city, and there is a lot of gossip, it is better to go there and borrow it for a night. ”

Three-in-the-nest? I'm afraid it wasn't the fifty-five brick mansion you gave to Mustard Foam, right? He Yuting slandered. But what does Jiro Zhenjun mean by mentioning mustard foam through the house at this time? He Yuting knows Erlang Zhenjun's character very well, he doesn't have the character of caring about others for no reason. will say this, and the twists and turns behind the twists and turns actually reveal a deep meaning that more people have not yet noticed. Is he giving a reminder? He Yuting looked at Erlang Zhenjun thoughtfully.

The large round red paper lanterns under the eaves lit up one after another, and the faint red light was reflected on the half of Erlang Zhenjun's body, and half of his face was as white as jade, and half was full of brilliance. The square suddenly became lively. The Tibetan Sword Shaolin who returned late, the heavenly clouds, and the long song Qixiu and Five Poisons with a light smile and pursed lips...... The arrogance of the yellow clothes, the restrained and subtle monk's clothes, the vigor of armor-piercing, and the lightness of the satin. The crowd briefly separated the two. Erlang Zhenjun couldn't see He Yuting's expression, his gaze only fell on the mask of the yellow fox. Even so, Ru Torch's gaze seemed to be able to burn two holes in the thin mask. Before long, Ju Liang's gaze lowered. With a chuckle on his face, he clenched his fists in farewell. He Yuting hid behind the mask and watched stupidly, until Erlang Zhenjun walked a few steps and suddenly turned back. She subconsciously turned her face, and immediately realized that the action was meaningless - she was wearing a mask now, and who knew where the gaze from behind the mask would be? The old locust tree is half-bent and the trunk stands up to the sky, the crown is stretched melodiously like an umbrella, and a few branches and wisps droop slightly, hanging on the top of Erlang Zhenjun's head and swaying in the wind.

"Brother Asa, if it's okay, it's better for you to rush back overnight. No matter how bad it was, I went to find a house on the edge of the city to borrow for a night. Erlang Zhenjun, who was standing not far away, said with a light smile.

He Yuting blinked, and for a while she couldn't comprehend Erlang Zhenjun's true intentions. Why does she always think that these words are full of threats?

Erlang Zhenjun curled the corners of his lips shallowly, and his eyes were bright. He Yuting thought that he had seen it wrong, but if he looked closely, how could there be a cunning expression on his face? A very serious one.

"Recently, the surrounding area of Taiyuan has not been peaceful, and there are rumors that there are wild bosses."

Two or three more people shuttled back and forth, and when they heard the boss, everyone's expressions moved, and they hurriedly glanced at Erlang Zhenjun. I don't know how this rumor spread, but no one made a fuss about it. There were also people who showed hidden expressions and looked at Erlang Zhenjun complainingly, as if he shouldn't spread the news further.

He Yuting is inexplicable, what does this wild boss have to do with her?

I saw Erlang Zhenjun grinning, revealing his sharp tiger teeth, and the white was against his lips. At this time, he no longer concealed his narrow smile, stared at her with a playful look, and said, "Someone saw Assasin of Dihua Palace wandering in the wilderness of Taiyuan. I think this big boss of Ogika is the wild boss. Players are rushing back to Taiyuan one after another to see who has a chance to touch the side of this boss......"

He Yuting almost puffed out a mouthful of blood. Who's this? This is who let out the wind! Isn't that roasting her on the fire? Look at Erlang Zhenjun's face again...... He Yuting's heart trembled, and she murmured: "You, you already know, know, know...... Got it? "It's over! As soon as she finished asking, He Yuting closed her mouth tightly. Erlang Zhenjun's originally enlightened eyes were indeed mixed with some confused colors.

She stuttered again.

He Yuting pushed Carter, who was stunned next to her. The little girl suddenly realized that she pounced on her thigh pendant delicately. "Big brother, shall we go back? I'm so tired from playing today, and I want to sleep. Erlang Zhenjun glanced at them coldly, said no more, turned around and walked towards the gang.

He Yuting trembled and shook off a layer of goosebumps, and then pulled Carter. "Let's go back too." The grass and trees all the way back were full of soldiers, and the slightest wind and grass made her immediately look at it vigilantly.

Carter pursed his lips disapprovingly and whispered, "You're wearing a mask now, who knew you looked exactly like Assasin?" Besides, even if you're Assasin, your force value is much higher than that of the player, what are you afraid of? ”

"Then, what if there is an extra Erlang?"

Carter was silent for a moment and whispered, "That's a demon, don't mention it." ”

But at the moment of interest, who can be sure that Erlang Zhenjun will not get involved? Thinking of Erlang Zhenjun's narrow face just now, he clearly knew more inside information but only leaked a little bit, and obviously had a greedy mind. He didn't know that it was very uncomfortable to be smashed by a spear. And He Yuting was even more worried about another person, the heterochromatic eyes of the Burning Sky Evil Ghost, which flashed in her mind. She secretly wondered if she had encountered the Burning Sky alone in the wilderness, would she have the ability to fight with Assasin's brutal body? In the past, she would have dug a hole in the ground to hide. Just after that night...... He Yuting recalled the soul that lost its body and turned into a ball of light, and couldn't help pursing her lips, and a sense of anger in her heart gradually sublimated.

Carter paused, and sighed softly.

"What's wrong?" He Yuting asked, absentmindedly following Carter's line of sight. Descend the steps of Taiyuan Square, and there are three notice boards at the corner of the street. In a normal game world, these three bulletin boards serve as daily quests. But in the world of Remnants, they are just decorations. He Yuting's gaze lingered near the three bulletin boards because she saw an acquaintance, Huang Qiu. Huang Qiu is not hiding in the shadows alone. There is enough shadow, and there is someone to accompany her. That person was taller than Huang Qiu, and his body was stronger. At first glance, it is not a woman, but a man with broad shoulders and a thin waist.

Then the wind arose, and the clouds in the sky were blown away. The moonlight fell through the leaves, mottled down on Huang Qiu and the man's faces.

The sword eyebrows are starry, and the phoenix eyes hide three points of gloomy. Seeing He Yuting and Carter stop and watch, the man stared gloomily, looking vaguely familiar. Carter suddenly took a step at this time, He Yuting was dragged by her, followed in a chaotic manner, and returned to the private room of the teahouse after a while. The two of them each took off their masks to disguise their breath. He Yuting realized that Carter's face was a little abnormal.

"What's wrong?" She asked again, apprehensive.

"That man," Carter muttered to himself, "I know." ”

"You know?"

"He's an immortal."

He Yuting raised her eyebrows, and was about to ask a few more questions, when the hidden door was suddenly slammed open by someone at this time. Startled He Yuting and Carter, they looked over, but saw Yao Qianyi pounce in in embarrassment and pounce on the ground.

"Big sister?!"

"Big cousin?"

Yao Qianyi struggled to get up. As soon as she was halfway up, she couldn't hold back any longer, and with a "poof" sound, she spurted out a mouthful of black turbid blood.