"Okay, okay, don't make noise......" Sitting with her back to them was a small girl, small but not small, pulling the two of them one by one and smiling awkwardly to persuade them.

"Yaoyao told you, he always targeted me!" The fat man from earlier pointed to the other person's nose and said.

The inverted eight-character eyebrows were full of sadness, "Who is targeting you, look at what you said, if you go out and talk so indiscriminately, you will suffer a big loss sooner or later." ”

"Look!!" The fat man slapped the table twice.

Yaoyao: "Ahaha......"

"This little brother, what's going on with the phoenix totem you just said? Can you tell me more about that? Song Qingyin didn't know when he had moved the small bench and moved it to the middle of the three people, and when he suddenly spoke, the three of them were all scared. Cheng Ye subconsciously looked back behind him, and sure enough, it was empty.

I have to say that in terms of the skill of inquiring about things, Song Qingyin can really be called superb.

After the shock, the little fat man glanced at the inverted eight-figure eyebrows triumphantly, and the expression on his face, 'You see that you don't believe that others believe it', it's very easy to understand, "That's right, my name is Zheng Hu, this is my sister-in-law Yaoyao and cousin Zheng Shu, we came from the east and are going to Phoenix Ridge in the northwest." ”

Zheng Shu stabbed him with his elbow, squeezing his eyebrows at him, "People didn't ask you who we are!" ”

Zheng Hu didn't know why, "What's wrong with your eyes?" ”

Song Qingyin: "Come on, come on, brother and go on, you don't look like monks, what are you going to do in Phoenix Ridge?" ”

Zheng Hu: "Oh, not a while ago, Phoenix Ridge issued a notice, saying that it would collect rare treasures in the world at a high price, and anyone who thinks they have good things in their hands can take it and try it, and everyone can get a lot of money, no, we fished in the East China Sea last time, and caught a palm-sized shark pearl, ready to try our luck!" ”

His poor cousin didn't want to talk to him anymore, and after seeing them for a long time, he revealed all his family secrets, alas!

"Wow!" Song Qingyin appropriately expressed her envy, and then asked, "Then what did you say about seeing the phoenix totem?" ”

Zheng Hu didn't slap the table this time, he slapped his thigh, "Hey! When I got up early this morning, I saw bright yellow fireworks rising in the sky from the north window on the second floor, which was the pattern of a phoenix. I thought that there must be people from Phoenix Ridge nearby, so we would just take the things to them at this time, and we wouldn't have to run so far. He took a big sip of tea, "But after I called them both up, the totem never rose again, and this little inverted bastard said that I made up nonsense!" You say it's annoying! ”

Song Qingyin nodded in agreement, saying 'yes' in his mouth, while secretly using his little finger to bounce the gramophone that recorded their conversation into a ball and into Lu Qichuan's hand.

Song Qingyin untied the golden knot that tied his hair, took out a smooth and smooth little bead from it, handed it to him, and said, "Thank you little brother, this thing is given to you, it is not worth much compared to your shark beads, just play with it as a thing." ”

As she expected, Zheng Hu really smiled and took it in his hand and played with it like a baby, and he was not polite to her.

Zheng Shu hurriedly asked him to return it to Song Qingyin, and it was a big reason to withdraw a basket, and he couldn't just ask for other people's things. Zheng Hu Zhenzhen said, "This is what my friend sent me!" You're jealous of me! ”

Zheng Shu was angry and no longer bothered with him. Only the little girl named Yaoyao gave her one more look.

When Song Qingyin returned to them, several people had just finished listening to the message in the gramophone.

"Is it really from Phoenix Ridge? They killed the young man? "Bu Peak has always been close to Phoenix Ridge, Cheng Ye felt incredible, "No, they didn't go to prepare for the Demon Sealing Ceremony, how did they come here so far?" ”

Lu Qichuan said: "They are looking for something. ”

If someone died in the inn, and they were killed by the monks, it means that they are not in a safe situation. That night, Song Qingyin and Xiao Minglan lived in the same room, and the remaining four took turns to keep vigil.

The burning charcoal fire was just right to dispel the bursts of cold air that broke into the house, and Song Qingyin pulled the quilt and showed a pair of eyes to look at Xiao Minglan who was sitting in front of the bronze mirror combing his long hair.

When she sat down, her black hair hung down her waist, scattered softly and obediently behind her back, and the wooden comb ran through her hair, and her white knuckles were exposed from time to time around her hair, and the contrast between black and white was strong and stark. She had removed her daytime makeup from her face, her long ink-splashed hair was scattered behind her, and she was wearing a plain white undershirt and the coat she usually wore, which made her look much softer than during the day.

Song Qingyin thought for no reason, Senior Xiao is afraid that he is also a beauty made of ice and snow like Ah Xue, right?

As she moved, strands of hair slid down from behind her and scattered in front of her, revealing a white neck. In this way, the ink mark on the fine white skin is particularly eye-catching. It seems that someone fell a horizontal with vigorous brushwork, and if you don't look carefully, people subconsciously feel that the back of Xiao Minglan's neck was cut off with a knife. That thing looked like a dead thing at first glance, but when Song Qingyin wanted to get closer and take a closer look, it suddenly moved, and then it quickly spread under Xiao Minglan's skin like a wandering insect, but its range of motion was only above the neck, and when it swam, Song Qingyin always felt that a rope was tightly strangling Xiao Minglan's neck.

Feeling the burning gaze behind him, Xiao Minglan put down the wooden comb and turned his head to her and said softly: "Sleep, I have to go tomorrow." Song Qingyin hurriedly nodded obediently and shrank into the quilt.

Xiao Minglan picked up the candlestick, got up, and added some spices to the incense burner on the table. Looking at it from Song Qingyin's point of view, her face flickered brightly under the reflection of the candle flame, and when she was expressionless, she sprouted an almost pale sense of vulnerability, afraid that she would cry out the next moment, but when she met her gaze, her eyes were full of gentle smiles, and that was true.

The snow fell all night and there was a tendency to get bigger and bigger. Lu Qichuan leaned against the closed window at the corner of the stairs and looked aimlessly at the heavy snow outside, picked up the wine jar in his hand and poured it up.

On the second day, the snow still didn't stop, the sky outside was gloomy, Song Qingyin woke up early, and when she got up, she saw Xiao Minglan staring at the teacup on the table in a daze, and she didn't care about the charcoal fire when it was about to burn out.

"Senior, it's early."

As soon as she spoke, Xiao Minglan suddenly came back to her senses and smiled at her, "Hahaha, what is it called senior!" It's just a powerless medical repair, the northbound journey is far and dangerous, and you have to rely on you, if you don't dislike it, call me Sister Lan, okay? How are you resting? ”

The other party is a beautiful sister, of course it's good!

Song Qingyin stretched her long waist, yawned, put on her robe and got off the bed, she casually put her long hair with both hands and ended it with a rope behind her, and went straight to get a wet cloth towel to wipe her face. Xiao Minglan really couldn't bear to let her go out to meet people with such messy hair, so she had to pull her over and straighten her clothes, gently pulled off the golden knot, picked up the wooden comb, and helped her re-take it. Song Qingyin smiled, looking very useful.

"Sister Lan, how did you get caught in Lishan?" Song Qingyin seemed to ask casually, she always felt that there were some things that she hadn't figured out yet, but her mind was in a mess, and she couldn't think of a reason for a long time.

Xiao Minglan thought about it, and said slowly, "I had a dream......

Song Qingyin: "Dream? ”

"Well, yes," Xiao Minglan nodded, "I remember that night I did fall asleep, I heard the sound of drums in my ears in my sleep, I was afraid of being confused, but my eyes always couldn't open, I spent a lot of effort, when I opened my eyes, I saw the beautiful scenery of splendid flowers and butterflies." ”

Splendid Flowers...... Colorful butterflies ......! Song Qingyin stood up, "Draw ......!" You've been brought into the painting! ”

"Painting?" Xiao Minglan frowned slightly, it made sense to think about it like this, "But even if this is the case, what can it mean?" That one...... Xun Mo: He's dead, isn't he? ”

No, no, no, no! That's not true!

Xun ink painting is exquisite, literati like them have a kind of stinky problem of cherishing their works like their lives, let him use his paintings to kill people is better than kill him directly, of course, this is just Song Qingyin's own speculation, but when Xun Mo came to arrest her, it was obvious that she used the drum to lure her to go to the fence mountain, but she didn't expect that there was a Lu Qichuan next to her.

Think about it again, Xun Mo admitted that he killed all the people in the fence mountain, but who are the people in the fence mountain? Those who knelt down in front of the painting were, if, in Xun Mo's eyes, those beautiful pictures were really just beautiful paintings?

The woman's appearance was even more strange, she would have been quite beautiful if she hadn't been enchanted, and since she was able to turn back from that passage, there must have been some reason why she wouldn't be caught in the painting.

Song Qingyin couldn't think of it, and bit her lower lip fiercely.

"What's wrong, Ninety-Nine?"

Song Qingyin woke up suddenly, Xiao Minglan was looking at her, her apricot eyes were full of worry.

She suddenly understood, what does Xun Mo hate the most? It's nothing more than Miss Su and her lackeys who are greedy for beauty and power. The beauties in the painting all have a pair of eyes that are very similar to Miss Su, but the woman who wanted to kill her that night was not. Seeing that group of men do everything for beauty, how could Xun Mo not hate?

So who will be the person who puts these beauties in the painting and presents them in front of Xun Mo's eyes?

"Ninety-nine?"

"Ahh Song Qingyin shook her head and sat back, "I'm sorry, Sister Lan, I think things are stunned...... But why do you call me 'Ninety-Nine'? ”

Xiao Minglan smiled, "I also heard what that little brother Lu said, you have been asleep since they brought you back, and I even forgot to ask what your name is." ”

Song Qingyin scratched her head, as if it was, she grinned at Xiao Minglan and smiled, "Disciple of Luoxia Mountain, Song Qingyin, it's okay to call me Jiujiu!" ”