The boy gently bit off half of the sugar man's head, and his round eyes narrowed into crooked crescents, like a cat eating small dried fish.

Seeing his action of eating candy, Ling Che was slightly stunned, and remembered Shen Qingmian, so he took his hand and said softly: "It's not early, brother will send you home." ”

"Hmm!"

The magnificent mansion is made of mahogany, and a plaque hangs on the door, on which two large characters are written.

Shen Mansion.

Seeing these two words, Ling Che was a little confused.

Shen Mansion? Isn't that what this kid is......

Suppressing the consternation in his heart, he squatted down and asked, "This is your home?" ”

The child nodded slightly.

He added, "Then you... What is your name? ”

The child took a bite of the candy man and smiled sweetly: "My name is Shen Qingmian." ”

Seeing the child return home, Ling Che felt a little strange in his heart.

How could Shen Qingmian appear in the illusion when he was young? This should have nothing to do with Nightmare City, and it is really strange that such a fantasy suddenly appeared.

He better find Shen Qingmian as soon as possible, if Shen Qingmian sees him when he grows up, it must be very interesting!

With this in mind, he carried the package and ran around in this illusion with the spiritual power sword, but after looking for several hours, it was dark and he couldn't find the exit, so he couldn't help but be a little frustrated, so he had to return to the Shen Mansion the same way.

It was late at night, and I didn't know what kind of thoughts I had, so Ling Che didn't go to the inn, but came to the Shen Mansion.

The Shen Mansion was heavily guarded, and it took him a lot of effort to sneak in.

After looking for a long time, he finally found Shen Qingmian in a remote room in the backyard, and when he saw that there were other people inside, he jumped on the roof and took a tile to look inside.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he really couldn't believe that this was actually the place where the eldest son of the Shen family lived.

The only two windows in the room were broken, and the slightest wind would squeak, but the few pieces of furniture were made of ordinary wood, and the wooden bed was made of perfunctory, as if it would fall apart with the slightest movement.

The air leaks on all sides, and it is dilapidated.

Seeing one of the smoked walls, Ling Che became more and more shocked.

Wasn't this room a firewood room before?

The world is rumored that this Shen family, rich and powerful, the smallest of each room is more than twice as large as the ordinary room, the furniture is all made of fine rosewood, never lit, only use the priceless night pearl, and a room is no less than dozens, whether the room or the yard on the ground are covered with cashmere, drinking water and tea sets and dining tableware are all the best mutton fat white jade, even the place where people sleep is much stronger than ordinary people.

But now that I look at it, it's just a rumor, even the place where the eldest young master of the Shen family lives is so shabby, how good can other places be?

Out of curiosity, he went to another room to take a peek.

Coincidentally, he was just in time for the owner of the room to chew his tongue behind his back, and he was idle anyway, and he didn't mind listening to it a few times.

The owner of the room is a fair-looking woman, dressed in a light blue dress, without too many hair accessories, only a white hosta is obliquely inserted, and is sitting on the soft collapse at the moment, the maid next to her is holding a plate of grapes, she is eating one after another, her voice is beautiful and tactful, very good.

"The master is still resting at Mrs. Xi's today."

The maid serving the grapes nodded slightly.

The maid who helped the woman pinch her shoulders was relatively well-dressed, and said angrily: "Isn't it just that you can pretend to be pitiful and miserable?" Dancing and singing are not as good as our wife, just hook the master with that foxy energy, and so does the master, how many years have our wives been with the master, and the fox has only been here for a few days? Why can't you see who's bad and who's good? ”

Gu Qingyi threw away the grape skin and shouted coquettishly: "The more you talk, the more unpleasant it becomes, how can you chew the root of your tongue behind your back?" Next time, you will be fined a month's money. ”