The restaurant where Song Yunqing met with Song's father and mother was very quiet and beautiful, and the decoration was antique, with eaves and corners. Under the cloister hung red lanterns, it consisted of several different courtyards with good secrecy.

The waiter in the cheongsam with a proper smile respectfully introduced Song Yunqing into the reserved box.

He Zuo and He Right calmly guarded the door.

Father Song watched Song Yun walk in lightly, the translucent black veil hanging from her hat covered her face and her expression, wearing a short black skirt, and her whole temperament became more and more mysterious and profound.

This daughter is not very valued by him when she is at home, so she knows that there will be such a big opportunity?

Father Song is an elegant-looking middle-aged man, and his gestures reveal the temperament of an upper-class successful person, when he saw Song Yunqing, he immediately got up and immediately showed a slightly flattering enthusiastic smile on his face: "Yunqing, you are here, sit down." ”

Mother Song was well-maintained, and her face also showed a look of excitement and excitement.

Song Yun glanced at his parents and said lightly, "Sit down." ”

Outside the door.

He You leaned lazily against the wall, holding a cigarette, swallowing clouds and spitting fog.

He Zuo frowned slightly, and stood straight.

He glanced at him and said with a smile: "Brother, why have you always kept a strained face recently, who owes you money?" ”

He Zuo looked at the closed door, and with his cultivation, he could clearly hear the sound inside, even if it was only a slight breathing. But now there was a dead silence, and it was clear that someone inside had deliberately blocked out the sound.

He Zuo frowned, still nothing.

He You had long been accustomed to his dull and silent nature, and he was unimpressed by his silence and continued to spit out smoke rings.

At this time, He Zuo suddenly spoke: "Don't you think she has been moving too much recently?" ”

Who this "she" refers to is self-evident.

In the past, Song Yunqing stayed at the Xuanmen headquarters most of the time, following the instructions of the lord to cultivate. The number of times he went out was second to none, and he almost cut off contact with the Song family. Why do you suddenly go out to socialize so often? And......

He Zuo thought of the few high-level Xuanmen officials who had been friends with Song Yun recently, and his brows were almost twisted.

He You thought about it and said disapprerovingly: "Is there one?" It's normal for girls to be lonely and come out to breathe. ”

What's more, after the last time the Venerable Lord personally killed that thousand-year-old demon, he couldn't go out of retreat at the headquarters. Song Yun is so bored that he is idle, what is there when he goes out for a walk?

He Zuo spat out a smoke ring: "Brother, Yun Qing is a disciple of the Venerable Lord, our top boss. His Holiness asked us to protect her, and not to watch over her like a prisoner. ”

He You raised his eyelids and glanced at him, continuing to be silent.

He Zuo was smoking a cigarette while staring at the red lantern under the corridor, the red light was refracted on his face that was exactly the same as He Zuo but obviously wanton and evil, dark and dark, and his eyes were a little scattered.

less than one.

The expression on Song's father and Song's mother's face was a little dignified when she came out, especially Song's father, whose lowered eyebrows and eyes were white and gloomy for no reason.

Seeing He Zuo and the others at the door, Song's father immediately greeted him with a shopping mall social smile on all faces, and then left in a hurry with Song's mother.

Song Yunqing's face was as usual, "Go back." ”

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As the sun sets, the lights come on, and the most prosperous and lively nightlife in City B has just begun.

Ye Wuqing pulled Feng Mu out of the door, and Feng Mu, who changed into well-fitting clothes, was tall and long-legged, and forced to wear an ordinary T-shirt and trousers as a fan of walking the international ladder. With his overly handsome face, which is no different from ordinary people, walking on the street, the return rate is 100%.

Ye Wuqing put on an eyepatch to cover the different pupils, and although he would be looked at by people one or two more when he walked in the crowd, at least it would not cause much onlookers.

After Feng Mu saw her put on the blindfold, she kept trying to tear it off with her hands, and hit Ye Wuqing countless claws, and finally stopped when he was angry.

Ye Wuqing held Feng Mu's hand, and walked through the crowd with his fingers interlocked

Feng Mu's degree of adaptation was a bit unexpected by Ye Wuqing, and he quickly integrated into the busy city, even if there were no different people around him.

You must know that Feng Mu's appearance as a zombie in a place where humans gather is like a vicious wolf breaking into a sheep's heap. Minutes can cause the feeling of a bloody scene.

But Feng Mu took Ye Wuqing's hand, very well-behaved and obedient, as if the surrounding scene was still the wilderness of Fox Tail Slope.

Ye Wuqing tried his best to avoid crowded places, and walked through the two streets in a hurry.

The people who passed by Ye Wuqing only felt that there seemed to be a cold wind blowing next to them, and on the sultry summer night, a layer of goosebumps suddenly appeared. When I wanted to turn my head to look over, I didn't see anything, so I subconsciously shuddered, and quickly quickened my pace to leave.

Crossing two streets, I came to a dark place, and in front of me was a building that was clearly old, old and terrible. The street lamp in the door was broken, and a lone one stood there.

There is a sign hanging at the entrance of the building, "Happiness Hotel." The word "pavilion" in it, no one cares when the lights go out.

At first glance, you can tell that it is the kind of cheap hotel that costs thirty or forty yuan a night, with rusty water pipes, sewers overflowing with sewage, and a strange smell mixed with the smell of smoke, alcohol, and sweat.

This kind of environment makes the zombies who only have a coffin and eat in the open subconsciously show a look of displeasure.

Ye Wuqing didn't care so much, and couldn't wait to walk in with the zombies, and a middle-aged woman wearing a floral shirt at the humble front desk was staring at the TV in the counter.

Hearing the footsteps, he didn't raise his head, and said directly: "The ordinary standard room and the big bed are 40 for one night, and the luxury air-conditioned room is 50." ”

Ye Wuqing: "Sister He, it's me." ”

Sister He raised her head suddenly, saw Ye Wuqing's face, and was overjoyed: "Master Ye, you have come back safely?" Xia Yi, I'm still worried about your accident. ”

Ye Wuqing's acquaintance with Sister He, the proprietress of the Happy Hotel, came from helping her deal with a supernatural incident and sending away the lovelorn girl who committed suicide in the hotel. This was Ye Wuqing's first business in City B, and later he took over other businesses through Sister He.

Sister He couldn't help but fall on the man behind Ye Wuqing, and she almost didn't drool.

What a handsome brother!

When Sister He's gaze fell on the hands of Ye Wuqing and Feng Mu's ten fingers clasped together, a bright light immediately flashed in her squinted eyes.

Ye Wuqing: "What about Xia Yi?" ”

Sister He came back to her senses and subconsciously wiped the corners of her mouth, "Hey, didn't Xia Yi go to find you?" He went out with two dollars and never came back. ”

Ye Wuqing's face suddenly became a little ugly.

Sister He lowered her voice: "What's wrong?" ”

Sister He didn't dare to ask more about this kind of capable god and monster master, but she couldn't help but be curious.

Ye Wuqing shook his head: "It's okay, if he comes back, please tell him I'm okay and ask him to contact me as soon as possible." ”