"Xiang'er ......" along the way, they didn't say anything. It wasn't until he entered the private room of Xuan Moju that Uncle Mo Ze couldn't help but call Feng Yu softly.

"Hey." Feng Yan twisted the rice paper in one hand and raised his eyes to look at Uncle Mo Ze, "I thought you could hold on for a long time." ”

"May I ask?" Uncle Mo Ze said cautiously.

"Absolutely." Feng Yan flattened the rice paper and picked up the short-edged Zihao pen on the pen stand.

"Who is Fu Hua?" Uncle Mo Ze went straight to the road with a single knife.

Although the man looked languishing, lazy and casual, the mysterious aura that naturally emanated from his body was really hard to ignore.

"Good question." Hearing this, Feng Yan held the "hair" pen in his hand, and was about to go to dip the ink, but immediately stopped in mid-air. He thought about it for a while, looked back at Uncle Mo Ze and grinned, "I don't know either." ”

She really didn't know.

Previous life......

She had met the man once, and she hadn't even said a word.

"And what does he have to do with the witch?" Uncle Mo Ze frowned.

Although Yu'er was smiling, the seriousness in her eyes did not seem to be deceiving.

"Forehead ......" Feng Yan smacked his tongue, put down the "hair" pen in his hand, turned around and pulled Uncle Mo Ze's hand, "This is also a good question." ”

"You don't know." Uncle Mo Ze answered.

"That's smart." Feng Yule chuckled.

"Hey." Uncle Mo Ze sighed, "Then what do his last two questions mean?" ”

"This ......," Feng Yan rolled his eyes and thought about it, "Maybe...... I guess it's an excuse to give me the compass for free. ”

"Really?" Uncle Mo Ze pouted.

I'm afraid she doesn't believe what she said.

"I don't know." Feng Yan withdrew the hand that was holding Uncle Mo Ze, and embarrassedly "touched" the nose, "Hey, I still asked you a question that I don't know." ”

"Why did the witch have them wait for you there?" Uncle Mo Ze said again.

"Hmm......" Feng Yu blinked, and was silent for a long time before he raised four fingers, "It's okay now...... I don't know. ”

Uncle Mo Ze: "......"

"Ahem, actually." Feng Yan wiped his face and took Uncle Mo Ze's hand again, "Along the way, I have also been thinking about it for a long time......"

"The result?" Uncle Mo Ze sighed.

"The result ......" Feng Yan instantly put away the expression on his face, and said seriously: "I thought of my mother's words." ”

"What?" Uncle Mo Ze raised his eyebrows.

"It's about witches." Feng Yan narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice: "Don't think, don't think, don't think." ”

"Why?" Uncle Mo Ze stared.

"Because I can't think about it, I can't think about it, I can't figure it out." Feng Yan shrugged his hands.

She was also helpless.

"What if Fu Hua is not a witch?" After all, these are extraordinary times, who knows if anyone will ......

"Nope." Without waiting for Uncle Mo Ze to finish thinking about it, Feng Yan shook his head decisively and said: "He is not only the witch's person, but also the witch's closest person." ”

"How do you know?" Uncle Mo Ze's pupils dilated slightly, and his face was incredulous.

"His neck." Feng Yan said: "There is also the neck of the little peach." ”

"Huh?" Uncle Mo Ze was puzzled.

"Left side." Feng Yan stretched out his hand and pressed the middle of the left side of his neck, "Just here, there is a tree-shaped red seal." ”

"Yes?" He really didn't notice.

"Yes." Seal the head. "That tree-shaped red mark, I've seen it in the center of the witch's eyebrows."

"My mother said that it was a unique symbol of a witch, and no one could have that mark unless it was the person closest to her."

"Yes...... Uncle Mo Ze squinted his eyes and muttered softly.

"So." Feng Yan stretched out his hand and pulled Uncle Mo Ze, pinched Uncle Mo Ze's palm, and said gently: "Regarding their predicament, let's put it aside first." ”

Or it's self-inflicted.

"Where's that little peach?" Uncle Mo Ze said suddenly.

"Which little peach?" When he first heard this, Feng Yan really didn't react for a while.

"Wood carved peaches." Uncle Mo Ze said.

"Oh." Feng Yu hurriedly responded, and then took out the little peach wood carving that the little peach gave her from his arms. "Here."

"I'll see." Uncle Mo Ze stretched out his hand and said.

"Whoa." Feng Yu handed the little peach to Uncle Mo Ze.

"You write first." Holding the peach wood carving, Uncle Mo Ze got up and walked to the table and chair on the side.

Just sending the stone absorbing compass, Yu'er was worried that Feng Nan's kid would still return the things, so she thought about writing him another letter.

Later, he read that his mother and father went back this time to celebrate the birthday of his future grandfather, and he wanted to personally inscribe blessings for the old man.

That's why they came to Xuanmoju.

"What are you going to do?" Feng Yan turned his hand and picked up the "hair" pen on the table, and looked up at Uncle Mo Ze on the side.

"Research, research." Uncle Mo Ze shook the wood carving in his hand.

"Study what?" Feng Yan asked while dipping his ink research.

"I always feel ......," said Uncle Mo Ze, "that doll gave you this thing, and there is something else." ”

"What do you mean?" Feng Yan looked down at the blank letterhead rice paper and asked softly.

"Do you remember what she said before we left?" Uncle Mo Ze turned his eyes to look at Feng Yan.

"Hmm......" Feng Yu's hand that was about to put down the pen paused, and he squinted his eyes and thought about it, "You must put away the little peaches." ”

"This is it." Uncle Mo Ze said: "That little doll doesn't look like an ordinary little doll, she deliberately emphasized this sentence, it must have other meanings." And this thing is carved by a witch......"

Whether it means anything else, Feng Yu doesn't know.

But......

That little doll......

Extraordinary indeed.

Think about it......

"Show me the wood carvings and the stone compass." Feng Yan hurriedly put down the "hair" pen in his hand and stretched out his hand towards Uncle Mo Ze.

"What's wrong?" After Uncle Mo Ze gave the little peach to Feng Xiang, he handed the compass on the table and chair on the side to Feng Xiang.

"See." Feng Yan took the two things and squinted at them for a long time......

After about half a pillar of incense, Uncle Mo Ze asked softly, "Did you see anything?" ”

"You sniff." Feng Yu handed the peach wood carving to Uncle Mo Ze.

"Smell what?" Uncle Mo Ze did not know why the result of wood carving.

"Does it smell of my blood?" Sealed Road.

"Nope." Uncle Mo Ze didn't think about it.

"You don't even smell it." Feng Yan was not happy.

"You don't have to smell your blood." Uncle Mo Ze said helplessly.

Just like the moment he opened the compass before, he didn't deliberately smell it.

But he just noticed that the blood-red "color" on the compass needle was dyed by the blood stains of Yan'er.

Hearing this, Feng Yan looked at Uncle Mo Ze and did not speak.

"Not really." Uncle Mo Ze said: "Although this peach wood carving is blood-red, and there is a smell of blood on it, it is really not your taste." ”

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