I haven't seen you for six years, and my own master is also thirty, right?

Lao Wu's hand pressed on the deadbolt of the door, trembling uncontrollably.

He was still hesitating, but the man across the door had lost his patience: "Where did A-Ning go?" Why do you ask questions, but you refuse to answer me? ”

In the darkness, there was another knock at the door.

Lao Wu's heart was beating wildly.

"You open the door, look at me, and say."

Second Master Tang's voice was almost no different from what Lao Wu remembered.

His hand on the deadbolt used a little force: "You haven't seen Miss for six years, why are you suddenly in a hurry to find her?" ”

The mystery is getting bigger and bigger, and Lao Wu can't convince himself.

His unwillingness has turned into a dare.

The door made a "clang" sound, as if it was about to be smashed open.

He pressed his shoulder against the door, gasping and said, "It's too late today, you just came back, let's rest first, and I'll tell you tomorrow morning if there's anything small." ”

He spoke quickly, and the words in his mouth were not thought through, and he was soon found by the other party.

"There is no one in the house, you let me rest, where is the rest?"

No one makes the bed, no one lights the lamp and prepares food, what kind of rest, how to rest?

How can the owner, who has only returned after six years, be treated like this?

What if—he's really the master?

Lao Wucai's heart was firm and shaken again.

The night breeze kept sending familiar sounds in through the cracks.

"Old Wu, don't you already regard me as your master?"

“……”

Silent, with a "squeak", Lao Wu carefully opened the door: "What are you talking about, where do you dare to ...... the little one" Before he finished speaking, he was stunned behind the door.

The person in front of him turned out to be the missing Second Master Tang.

Lao Wu's hand hidden behind the door was easily opened, and the firewood knife he had just picked up stood by the wall: "You look exactly the same as you ...... before."

Six years have not seemed to have left a trace on him.

Tang Li's face is really young.

Is he still living a pampered life away from home?

Lao Wu couldn't help but be a little envious.

He lifted his feet and stepped out the door.

In the faint light, Tang Li was frowning: "You are old." ”

Lao Wu quietly looked at his feet, his boots were covered with a thin layer of ash, far from being as clean as his face.

How did he get in?

Lao Wu rubbed his hands, still a little uneasy: "Did the little one forget to lock the door?" ”

He asked, but received no response.

Tang Li just looked at him, frowned slightly, and said, "What about the Aning people?" ”

It was as if he only cared about this one thing.

Six years have passed, Lao Wu can hardly remember the face of the little master, and said thoughtfully: "After you leave, the house will be in chaos, and everyone really has no choice but to send a letter to Leizhou." ”

"Leizhou?" The man, who was still young and handsome, whispered two words from his mouth.

His eyes were blank.

Lao Wu bit his tongue suddenly.

Severe pain rushed to the Heavenly Spirit Gai.

He staggered back and said, "You don't know about Leizhou? ”

"How could I not know that Leizhou, it is the most prosperous place except for the capital."

Lao Wu heard this, but still retreated.

No, that's not what he meant when he asked.

The person in front of him clearly understood, but deliberately said something else, why?

Leizhou is the hometown of Second Master Tang.

Why did they send a letter to Leizhou, would he not know?

Lao Wu slammed into the wall with a bang. In the distance, the sky was like a sea full of eyes, and the stars twinkled and fluttered, and suddenly they all closed.

There was a blackness in front of me.

Lao Wu trembled: "You are not a master. ”

Tang Li blocked his view: "What crazy are you talking about?" I'm not your master, who am I? He muttered, "A-Ning is in Leizhou now?" ”

"Leizhou is a place where it's not easy to find people.

He stared at Lao Wu and suddenly asked, "Who is that letter addressed to?" ”

Old Wu clenched his fists.

The man under the lamp slowly turned cold: "Could it be that I asked something that shouldn't be asked?" ”

Lao Wu gasped for breath and couldn't say a word.

Tang Li's expression was cold, and he raised his hand and touched his face: "In your eyes, don't I look like Tang Li anymore?" ”

When Lao Wu heard his name, his body trembled even more.

This person, with his own master's face and his own master's voice, doesn't seem to be him.

Between breaths, the night grew darker and darker.

Lao Wu ran towards the house violently, but the second master Tang, who was weak in his memory, caught him like a practitioner.

His dislocated arm hurt as if he was screaming and fell to the ground.

The shadow fell, and he saw Second Master Tang's face, distorted, and turned into an impatient look.

"Old Wu, old Wu, you used to be a very simple-minded person."

"The first time I saw you, you only giggled. And when my wife sent you to guard the garden, you were overjoyed. ”

Against the light, the young man was impatient even with his voice.

Old Wu's eyes widened in panic.

What's going on?

said that he was Tang Li, but he didn't even seem to remember Leizhou's brother; Saying no, he even knew what had happened when they first met.

It's really weird, can an old servant be more important than his brother-in-law?

Lao Wu's eyes were bloodshot because of his widening eyes.

Tang Li suddenly bent down and sneered: "You idiot, how could I not be your master?" I'm just, a little confused. ”

His memories were like moths, missing something, and stubbornly refusing to disappear.

Grabbing Lao Wu's shoulder, he asked again, "Who is my child with now?" ”

From beginning to end, he only cared about Downing's whereabouts.

Lao Wu couldn't help but grit his teeth.

The man staring at him, the corners of his lips slightly lowered, and let go of his hand: "Forget it, I'll remember it sooner or later." ”

He laughed disgustedly.

That was the last expression Lao Wu saw on his face.

The boundless darkness came, and Lao Wu forgot to be afraid.

Four years later, Xie Xiaobai, who was watching this scene, was so nervous that he forgot to breathe.

Impermanence is the closest god to mortals and death, and if he is as timid and cowardly as he is, he will not be afraid of people and death.

But looking at that man, he was only afraid.

Hugging Tang Ning again, the white-clothed god's eyes showed indescribable fear: "Mother, that man's name is Tang Li." ”

Tang Ning hugged his hand and tightened slightly.

She had expected it a long time ago, but it was still an accident, and her heart was still shaken.

Suddenly, Meng Yuanji, who was squatting on the edge of the dirt pit at some point, turned his head, looked at them and said, "Impossible." ”

"The guy I've seen doesn't look like a guy who can do such a thing."

He affirmed: "That man, although it looks a little strange, he will not kill. ”

Xie Xiaobai grabbed Tang Ning's sleeve: "Mother, I didn't lie. ”

His fears were real.

Even Meng Yuanji didn't think he was lying.

They were just confused, puzzled by the murderer, and incomprehensible by their fear of him.

Jia Lan even thought of Xie Xuan, that useless impermanence, and when facing Tang Ning, he also had this indescribable fear.

He recalled, vaguely, as if he had touched on some kind of point.

Xuan and Su, one person is one side, one is strong and one is weak.

One sees Downing, natural closeness; The other is a natural fear.

What does this mean?

Garan's back stiffened, and a chill crept up from his vertebrae.

What is the biggest difference between Xie Xuan and Xie Su?

in power.

- Xie Xuan felt that Tang Ning was terrible and not close because he had lost his strength.

Weak, he can't get close to Tang Ning, who may also be a god.

And Xie Su was very afraid of Tang Li.

It can be seen from this that between their father and daughter, if Tang Ning is "evil", then Tang Li is "extremely evil".

Garan looked fixedly at the girl and the boy who were embracing each other.

Speaking of which, isn't a bite of a mother also a kind of fear?

The word mother is more than just intimate.