It seems that that the little dark room is used to lock up the supernatural.

Gong Yu squinted his eyes and swept around, but he didn't find any other figures, and he didn't feel like he was being stared at.

Taking advantage of the fact that the black shadow was not paying attention, Gong Yu took out a mask from the demon refining pot and quickly brought it to his face.

In the previous life, Gong Yu didn't know that he had brought it thousands of times, and he had already practiced to make perfect.

In just a few seconds, Gong Yu had already changed back to the appearance of the Jade Prince.

At this time, his eyes also adjusted to the light and saw his surroundings clearly.

Flowers and trees, rockery fountains, villa attics......

It was a retreat for wealthy people.

The person leading the way in front was dressed in black, with black gloves on his hands, and no skin was exposed.

From behind, the long black hair was tied into a neat ponytail hanging down behind her, and it was a girl who could be recognized.

She had the smell of death in her body, not like a living person, but like a shell that had been dead for hundreds of years, without a soul.

Gong Yu took two steps to the side and squinted.

The girl's face is masked, and her facial features are completely invisible.

Someone close to Mulder?

Although Yu Gongzi had never seen Wuxin, he had heard about Wuxin's outfit from the mouth of the waste demon, which was exactly the same as the girl in front of him.

After confirming the identity of the girl, Yu Gongzi dispelled the idea of escaping.

Why did Mulder arrest him?

It stands to reason that he is now the identity of the Jade Prince, and he has no intersection with Mud.

Is it because of the spirit grass?

Or has the last time the waste demon snatched the juice already noticed by Mulder?

Thinking of this, Yu Gongzi couldn't help but worry about the safety of the waste demon.

Although he drove the waste demon out of the car halfway, it was inevitable that Mudd would not hunt down the waste demon throughout the city.

After all, with Mud's identity, it was easy to find a reason to kill the waste demon.

Just as Gong Yu was thinking about Mulder's purpose, they had already arrived at an outdoor pavilion.

Melodious music sounded, a teenager in a white shirt sat in front of a piano, his long short hair was scattered randomly, and his slender fingers played softly on the black and white keys, like a lover's touch.

The wind blows, and the short hair flies.

The melody drifted into Yu Gongzi's ears with the wind, which made him feel a sense of sadness.

This is the artistic conception in the sound of the young piano, the innate melancholy.

Even the light music can't be blocked.

Wuxin led Gong Yu to the stone steps of the pavilion to stand still, and the melody stopped at this time.

The boy's fingers left the keys and looked back.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his clean eyes were like the purest gems in the world.

The breath of unstained dust exudes a bit of immortal breath, as if it is integrated with the surrounding scenery.

Such a beautiful little boy deeply aroused the softness of people's hearts, and they wanted to take him into their arms and take good care of him.

The genes of the Mu family are so good, all of them look so demonic.

Gong Yu couldn't help but complain in his heart.

"Yu Gongzi, do you want to have afternoon tea together?"

As if he hadn't arrested the Jade Prince, nor had he imprisoned the Jade Prince, let alone killed the driver, he naturally sent out an invitation.

Yu Gongzi glanced at the delicate refreshments on the table and raised his eyebrows: "I am happy to accompany you." ”

Yu Gongzi smiled evilly, like an outsider in the game world, dashing past the girl, came to the chair of the pavilion and sat down, leisurely picked up a cup of fruit tea, gurgled into his mouth, and drank it all.