Jianyue let out a soft "huh".

Xue Luo put his arm against her and looked at Ah Miao's master and servant: "She's just ...... Are you trying to avoid us? ”

Standing in front of the tree, the moon curled his lips and smiled playfully. That person is so sharp. She took a step forward in front of the light. Xue Luo followed her and walked forward as well.

The night wind was howling, and everyone's clothes were flying.

The lanterns were extinguished one by one.

Lying on the bed in the inn, the hungry Sixth Young Master Meng suddenly turned over and sat up. In the darkness, there was a sound of the door closing downstairs. What time is it? He gritted his teeth and grabbed the saber beside the bed.

The bandaged right hand was shaking.

He got out of bed, put on his shoes, pushed the door and walked out.

Someone is coughing, someone is talking. The small, dilapidated inn with thin walls couldn't stop any sound at all. He walked down the stairs, and the shopkeeper was taking inventory, and when he saw him, he hurriedly frowned and called: "Meng Gongzi!" ”

"Shh He stopped, raised a finger, and held a sword in his other hand.

The shopkeeper's round and chubby white face showed a slight fear: "On this big night, where are you going with a sword?" ”

"I'm hungry, I can't sleep, go out for a walk."

The shopkeeper looked at the sword in his hand and glanced at Xiao Er on the side. The shopkeeper, who was locking the door, saw this and slid the latch open again, opening the door.

The boy on the stairs did not make a sound of footsteps.

He walked down, as quiet as a cat.

Such a treacherous picture made the shopkeeper's mouth dry. He began to have nothing to say, and asked indiscriminately: "Meng Gongzi, why is the injury on your hand still not healed?" Now that the weather is slowly getting hotter, I am always entangled like this, I am afraid that it will suppurate......"

"It doesn't matter." Meng Yuanji, who had already walked to the door, heard his words and turned around and smiled.

The young man's smile was clean and bright.

The shopkeeper was a little distracted.

The shopkeeper shouted: "Shopkeeper? ”

Only then did he come back to his senses: "What are you doing?" ”

The shopkeeper stretched out his hand and pointed to the door: "Meng Gongzi is out, what should I do with this door?" ”

The shopkeeper glared at him: "Of course it's closed!" It's not peaceful in the city now, don't you know? ”

The shopkeeper pursed his lips and closed the door again.

The shopkeeper fiddled with the abacus beads, glanced at the door occasionally, and muttered in a low voice: "That kid, crazy, won't just run away, right?" ”

The shopkeeper leaned in front of the counter and said in a low voice: "Shopkeeper, he won't really go out to hunt demons, right?" ”

The shopkeeper's abacus slapped him on the head: "What kind of demon to catch!" Nonsense, how can there be a demon outside to catch him? ”

The shopkeeper covered his head, rolled his eyes, lowered his voice, and said in a strange tone: "Don't say it, the surname Meng is really a little weird." ”

"Oh?" The shopkeeper grabbed the abacus and leaned against his head, "What do you say?" ”

The shopkeeper lightly clicked on the counter: "Isn't it peaceful in the city now, so many people have died in the Tang family, but there are still no clues about thieves to this day, so no, isn't someone talking about it, the person who kills people may not be human at all......"

He glanced at the shopkeeper and whispered: "The day Meng Gongzi came to our inn, wasn't it the day the Tang family had an accident?" ”

"That's not right!" The shopkeeper put down the abacus.

The shopkeeper said: "That's right! It's the same day! ”

The shopkeeper's face changed slightly, and he stared at him and said, "Since that's the case, why didn't you say it earlier?" The government has been looking for strangers who have recently entered the city. ”

The shopkeeper shrank behind the counter: "I look at him here, he doesn't look like a thief......"

"You don't care if he's or not!" The shopkeeper's calm face, "When he comes back, you will report to the official!" ”

The shopkeeper nodded helplessly.

Actually, he just wanted to say, would Meng Gongzi really come to Leizhou to hunt demons.

In the dimness, the sound of conversation in the inn slowly became softer.

The fragrance of flowers in the East Market is still circulating in the wind.

Sixth Young Master Meng crossed the bridge and walked forward a little further.

His grandfather named him Motoyoshi, hoping that he would be blessed, but he was never a lucky man.

He stood still in the wind, and flicked the fragments of the flower pot on the ground with his sword. The moonlight overhead, shining coldly, illuminated the fiery red flower and changed color.

He crouched down and stretched out his bandaged right hand.

The petals of the dead flower, lying quietly in the palm of his hand.

The smell that remained on it was like the icy snow in December.

In the city of Leizhou, there is indeed an evil haunt.

He straightened up and looked into the distance.

In his sleep, Garan suddenly opened his eyes.

In the silence of the Soul Division, Tang Ning was thinking under the window. If Jiang Cheng doesn't have a clue from his father, then where should they go next?

Hearing the noise, she got up from her chair and walked towards the bed.

The silver-haired boy was panting in a cold sweat.

Tang Ning grabbed a corner of the tent and frowned: "The monsters of the ten directions, do they also have nightmares?" ”

Garan lowered his head and said in a dumb voice, "Who told you that I had a nightmare." He lifted the covers, rolled over and got out of bed, and went barefoot to pour himself tea.

The little boys in black were very hospitable, not only prepared food for them, but also specially prepared tea and snacks.

It's just that the cold tea is bitter, and the entrance is like medicine.

Garan drank half of the cup and put the cup back.

But the bitterness still lingers on the tip of the tongue for a long time.

He sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at Tang Ning: "Forget it, let's leave tomorrow." ”

Tang Ning didn't refute, nodded and said yes.

Leave left and right, rest for one more day, rest for one less day, and it won't change much. The earlier you start, the sooner you can reach Jiangcheng.

The person they were looking for had been missing for a whole decade after all.

Downing hung the tent on the hook.

A silver hook, like a cold scimitar.

The girl's plain white fingers gently stroked the silver.

Jia Lan suddenly said, "What should people do if they don't want to have nightmares? ”

Tang Ning's fingers stiffened, and he turned his head to look at him: "Didn't you say that you didn't have a nightmare?" ”

"I still haven't said it was a nightmare." He turned his face slightly, "I just thought of it, just ask, if you don't want to say it, just don't say it." ”

Tang Ning withdrew his hand, patted his somewhat wrinkled skirt, thought for a while, and said: "People often say that they think about it every day and dream about it at night, so when they dream at night and dream of bad things, it is mostly because they are holding things in their hearts and holding back their knots. ”

"If you are restless, you will naturally not sleep well."

"If you don't want to have nightmares anymore, you can either go to a doctor and take two tranquilizing pills to see the effect, but most of them are just a symptom and not a cure."

"If you want to be bothered by the knot again, of course, there is only one way to untie it."

Tang Ning looked at the cold sweat on Jia Lan's forehead, sighed, and said, "However, this kind of thing is always easier said than done. ”

He is not the only one who suffers from nightmares.