Ping'an Square leads to Kuanzhai Hutong, and beyond is the busy Nanyuan Street. Evil Xiaoqi's gaze crossed the high vermilion threshold and saw the evil mansion in front of him.

The two stone lions in front of the door are still tall and mighty, and the locust flowers that lean out of the courtyard wall are in full bloom, and when the wind blows, they fall to the ground in a slump, accumulating inches thick. The sky is high and the clouds are clear, the sun is shining, and the ground is full of broken gold. It was obviously the most transparent weather in Jincheng, but Evil Xiaoqi felt a lingering desolation behind the verdant and gorgeous eyes.

The sound of Qingyue's iron hooves suddenly sounded, cutting through the thick dampness, and Evil Xiaoqi quickly turned around and retreated to the mouth of the alley. Several fast horses immediately came into view, and he frowned slightly. I saw that the knights on the horse were all heavily armoured, and their swords were equipped with arrows. Full combat readiness.

Evil Xiaoqi wrapped the black hat on his head, and couldn't help but wonder a little, the defense of Jincheng has always been assisted by the six gates, why did so many warriors suddenly come?

The hawkers and pedestrians on the side of the road had already shown a passage more than half a foot away, the gray dust shrouded in the red skylight, the iron hooves hammered the eardrums of the people with great urgency, and the hearts almost trembled to the beat. A few fast horses swept by like a rain, and in an instant shrank into a gray shadow and disappeared without a trace.

"These ruffians of the imperial court army rode a broken horse and ran into the crowd. It hurts Lao Tzu's business not well. The resentful shouts began to sound loud and clear.

It's really the army of the imperial court, and it seems that something big is going to happen. Suddenly, I couldn't remember the monk's warning words. Evil Xiaoqi was taken aback, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

When night fell, the steamed buns were busy all day, and they remembered that the new maid was beautiful and considerate. The heart is like a fire, and the fire burns and burns. I secretly tucked a piece of champa I had just bought in the morning in my arms, and hummed a little song happily. As he strode past the moon arch at the end of the corridor, he suddenly felt someone tap from behind. Turning around, he looked back, and before he could be shocked in fear, he was covered by a hand in his mouth.

"The boy is very moist. Evil Xiaoqi's eyes were like a layer of ice in the moonlight, which made people shudder.

"Hell!" Mantou shouted in his heart, and the blood all over his body was cold.

"Don't be afraid, Young Master Ben's life should not be extinguished. The ghost door was closed and came back again. Evil Xiaoqi's wrist loosened and let go of the steamed bun. Mantou screamed in horror, staring at the young master's emaciated and pale face, his eyes were confused, and he faintly had the urge to escape. But his feet were as heavy as lead, as if he could not walk an inch.

"Ghosts don't have shadows, let's see if Ben Shao has a shadow, look at your little bit of interest. The tone with sarcasm is indeed in line with the young master's usual uninhibited style.

"Really, it's really the little master who is back. Looking at the elongated silhouette behind Evil Xiaoqi, the steamed bun shouted in surprise.

"It's not convenient to talk here, let's change places. Evil Xiaoqi lowered his voice.

At the foot of the steps near the firewood house, there is a water house that has been abandoned for many years. A master and a servant talked in a low voice, and no one noticed that a middle-aged man in a high-class servant uniform was standing in the shadow ten meters away from the pavilion with his head bowed and his waist hunched...

... Almost the depression of the entire evil mansion was lit up by surprise in an instant, and a large number of people poured into the backyard with lanterns. The two gray temples looked at the young man in front of him tremblingly, the bearded mouth opened the boss, and the eyes were crystal clear and shimmering in the moonlight.

In the eyes of the maid's servants or surprised or surprised, Evil Xiaoqi could no longer speak, but tears poured out, buried in his father's chest like a helpless child, full of sadness, grievances, apologies, helplessness, etc., all kinds of emotions finally turned into useless crying.

Father and son hugged their heads and cried. Some soft-hearted maids couldn't help but be moved, their eyes were also teary, and they whimpered and sobbed in a low voice.

... The news of Evil Xiaoqi's return is like a needle that some people's nerves.

That night, Evil Shepherd had a very strange dream.

It was an endless green land, the wind and sand covered the sky, and the sky hung low as if it were within reach. As far as the eye can see, the scenery a few meters away is covered with yellow sand. Distant horizons, a larger whirlwind Optimus Prime shoots straight into the sky, forming a giant god-like shadow.

Those who stretched out their hands and called on the true God roared and shouted in trembling voices, looking up reverently at the boundless sky. Evil Mu'an saw that the bloodshot eyes were full of longing for the unknown world, but the depths of his eyes were more fear and uneasiness. He began to panic, sighing helplessly, feeling darkness and fear like never before, and could not find the light.

Finally, when the sun shone through the yellow sand, the whirlwind suddenly dissipated into the sea of clouds. Just like the calm sea, there is no ripple.

Evil Mu'an woke up at the same time.

A pair of giant eyes suddenly appeared in the sky, covered with a faint golden mist.

It's not sharp, vicious, but it's always unsettling. Who else in the world can have such a pair of eyes?

Evil Little Seven.

He's not dead, he's back.

... The melodious sound of the piano could no longer hide the joy, the jade hand lightly picked the silver strings, the sound was like a heavenly sound, and the girl's side face was reflected on the pane and trembled slightly like a flower branch.

Evil Xiaoqi raised his head and glanced lightly at the Yimeng Pavilion reflected in the skylight. Squinting slightly, his eyes were slightly trance-like, and it seemed that the past had been reminded again.

On the surface, the steamed buns that seem to be a rough man in the countryside are actually thoughtful, and he knows that the evil young man must have mixed feelings in his heart at this time. There weren't many days like the old days. The second master and the evil family came to the main hall a few days ago, except for congratulating the young master on his safe return. I also took the deficit account books of the evil mansion over the years, and some business transactions were unavoidable, and it was shocking to just fake the books.

Of course, the evil people who never easily reveal their true emotions know that although the livelihood of the evil mansion is uneven, the accounts are also sloppy, and a special talent has been set up, that is, a first-class person in charge of the account. At the same time, it can also be seen that most of the big money in this comes from the honest pawnshop on Qiankun Street. This means that the evil obstacle has been harming the silver a lot over the years.

scolded the evil Xiaoqi fiercely in his heart, and he had to show the dignity that the patriarch should have. The evil Bulu who was sitting in danger made a promise in front of the elders of the three dynasties of the evil family, and the use and exchange of the evil family's silver tickets in the future must be signed and pledged by the second master and the chief butler. Although there is one more formality, for the evil youth, it is like adding a wall of heavenly oracles, and it is difficult to overcome the second master's level alone. The smiling tiger from the account room is by no means in vain, and when he sees the evil Xiaoqi, he is still a friendly and gentle faction who is not very sleek. It's just that his methods are not as gentle and gentle as they seem, on the one hand, he has tightened the scope of issuance of silver tickets, and on the other hand, he has tightened the supervision of the income and expenditure of the evil government.

Without a source of money, the young master of the evil mansion fell into the ocean like a drop of water, washing away his arrogant capital and all the momentum of his eyes, just like in this worldly food stall, he doesn't need to know who he is.

The steamed bun looked at the steaming meat bun in front of him and didn't move, the evil young master's eyes were lowered, and he supported the side of his head diagonally with one hand, thoughtfully.

The steamed bun stood silently, and there was a deep haze flashing in his eyes.