When night falls, Bianjing City is still bustling and lively.

Although this excitement is not as good as the first night, it is also very interesting compared to usual.

There are many shops in the east, one of which is a restaurant built next to the river, and the windows on the side of the river are all wide open, and the spring cold can't blow the steaming heat in the restaurant.

Wan Wan and Feng Qingcheng were sitting by one of the windows. Outside the window, a row of lanterns hangs on the eaves, and the warm light of the fire shines on the flowing water, reflecting a wave of water and shadows into the window.

The atmosphere is still very reliable.

Wan Wan ordered a whole sheep. It was a whole one, and in addition to the roasted whole lamb in the middle of the table, there were many dishes such as lamb liver and sheep intestines. The taste is excellent. The two chatted very harmoniously all the way, and the atmosphere of the meal was naturally excellent at this time.

Eating at the same table, inadvertently touching each other's hands may cause some sparks. This routine is natural and easy to implement, and of course Wan Wan has to deliberately create one.

It's just that I didn't expect a noble son like Feng Qingcheng to be very eye-catching when eating. No matter which direction Wanwan's chopsticks are extended, he can avoid them in advance.

Wan Wan worked hard for a while and finally gave up.

Aren't the nobles a tsundere and self-centered species? Why do you eat so politely and caring for others?

Wan Wan immediately changed her strategy and took the fattest and fresh piece of the whole sheep to the plate of Fengqing City.

Since the male god of her family is so polite and caring for people, he will definitely apologize for taking this most delicious piece of meat back to her. Coerced back and forth, inadvertently touching a little hand or something...... Oh roar.

However, Wan Wan's routine failed again. She never expected that the male god would bow his head slightly to show his gratitude, and then pick up the piece ......of meat and eat it herself.

Eat it yourself......

Ate ......

Wan Wan lowered her head in frustration and took a bite of mutton. Her male gods don't follow the routine, it seems that the routines in film and television dramas are all.

Just as Wan Wan was struggling with mutton, a small boat rowed through the river outside the window.

There was a small table in the bow of the ship, on which were some food and drink. There were two people sitting at the table, one of whom was the left deputy general of Tianmen, Guan Qianshan. At the moment, there are many people dining in the restaurant, and there are even more boats in the river and tourists on the shore. Both sides didn't want to attract too much attention, so Guan Qianshan only bowed his hand to this side from afar. The boat passed leisurely.

After a while, a low male voice came from the noisy voice: "Brother Guan, isn't that one obsessed with laughing, why is it ......." ”

Before he finished speaking, he was abruptly cut off, presumably because he received Guan Qianshan's signal.

Wan Wan is going to stick her head out to see which one is gossiping. At this moment, a thin black shadow came towards this side.

Wan Wan didn't have time to see what it was, so she subconsciously pulled out her knife. The moves that have been practiced countless times have turned that sword flower into a brilliant and incomparable light and shadow. But it disappeared in an instant. It makes people feel that the knife is just a short-lived dream.

The blood slid down the scimitar, and not even a drop was left on the blade.

The smell of blood floated in the air, and although it could not cover the aroma of mutton, it was still impossible to ignore.

There was a uniform trail of blood on the ground, and in the midst of the blood lay a small snake that had been split in half. Split from the mouth of the snake to the tip of the tail, perfect and well-proportioned.

Although it was a snake that lay on the corpse, the diners around it still screamed in surprise. A man with a bamboo basket stood in front of the counter, his eyes suddenly reddening. He walked briskly, making circles around him as he walked, and explained endlessly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry to disturb you."

"The little one just wants to dig up a snake to sell, but the snake's teeth are pulled out, and it can't hurt anyone. I didn't expect ...... I'm sorry, I'm sorry. ”

His pitiful behavior is unbearable. The shopkeeper immediately came over and apologized to the diners, and then said to the man: "That's it, I bought your snake, let's go quickly." ”

But the man refused, "The snake's internal organs have been broken, and nothing will taste good." It's me who didn't put the lid on it, and you shouldn't bear the blame. ”

Wan Wan's attention was previously attracted by the Mingyue Knife, and at this moment, she looked back at the scene in front of her and was a little speechless for a while. Who knows what it was flying over, and there was nothing wrong with her defending it. But this seven-foot strong man made such a gesture with red eyes, as if she had done evil.

A few golden rays of light flew under the shadow of the lamp, and fell into the man's arms accurately.

Everyone looked at it, but it was a few golden melon seeds.

Feng Qingcheng took out a silk towel to wipe his hands, his eyes didn't look this way, "Don't talk nonsense, clean up and leave quickly." ”

Wan Wan's appearance has changed a lot, and ordinary people have rarely seen the Bright Moon Knife. It is because everyone can't recognize this as the famous Tianmen Chief Arrester. It's Fengqing City, how many people in Bianjing City don't know?

Only then did the man notice that there was a famous bully sitting by the window, he immediately shut up, quickly picked up the golden melon seeds and asked the shopkeeper for water, rags and other things, and cleaned the ground with his hands and feet.

Wan Wan didn't mind the blood on the ground, and she didn't feel how ruinous this man was. But the male gods began to wipe their hands, and it seemed that they had no appetite to continue eating. The lord was happy, and Wan Wan called the shopkeeper to settle the account and leave here with Fengqing City.

As soon as she went out, she said, "I'll send you back." ”

"Huh?" Feng Qingcheng couldn't help but ask. He found that he still couldn't keep up with the chief catcher's train of thought. This is the second time today that she has said that she will send him.

He's a man, she's a woman. He should have sent her, why was it completely reversed?

Immediately, Feng Qingcheng came to his senses, the reason why men should send women is because the strong want to protect the weak. Between him and this chief catcher, naturally she is the strong, and he is the weak.

So Feng Qingcheng, who was a weak man, naturally accepted the protection of the strong.

In the mutton restaurant, the man quickly cleaned up the bloody piece. He apologized to everyone again before leaving.

He shuttled all the way through the hustle and bustle, to an alley with complex terrain, and turned around into a secluded dark courtyard. After entering the door, he knelt down in the center of the courtyard, hung his head and said respectfully: "Leader, my subordinates have designed a trial, and Master Ming's kung fu has not been forgotten." ”

After half a ring, a voice from the dark room that did not distinguish between men and women came out, "Got it." Step aside. ”

The man said yes, turned and walked out of the courtyard, and in a short time disappeared into the dark night.

What was going on in the dark corner, the two people who were approaching the Dingbei Hou Mansion didn't know. At this moment, they each had something on their minds.

When he was about to reach the front of the mansion, Fengqing City stopped. He turned to look at Wan Wan, and instead of saying goodbye, he said, "If Wan Wan remembers the past one day, I will definitely do it." ”

His peach blossom eyes unusually showed a serious and clear look, which added a bit of light to him, and made Wan Wan feel that the male god in front of her looked even better.

But she didn't have much of an eye for it at the moment. Although Feng Qingcheng's words had no beginning or end, Wan Wan could hear that he was referring to the laughing style.

Wan Wan has some irritability in her heart.

It is difficult to distinguish between the truth and the falsehood of gossip and rumors, but the fact that the former master was infatuated with the style of laughter is not only evidenced by rumors, it is traceable. Zhan Xiaofeng rejected the former master, and he could also find clues from the attitudes of the people around him.

Thinking of the wine and steamed eggs that Zhan Xiaofeng set for the previous master, Wan Wan just wanted to scold. If you don't accept it, you still have to fish, it's clearly a scumbag.

That scumbag with a reluctant attitude missed the previous master, and the ghost still lingered to hinder her marriage!

Wan Wan took a deep breath and calmed herself. You can't be irritable at this time, because it will scare the male god if you don't say anything. She couldn't follow the words of the male god even more.

So Wan Wan asked rhetorically: "Then Hengzhi can have a sweetheart?" ”

Feng Qingcheng said: "No." ”

Wan Wan laughed, "I heard you have." ”

Feng Qingcheng was slightly stunned. He has a sweetheart, how can he not know!

Wan Wan smiled even brighter. The light in front of the door of the Hou Mansion reflected a bright light in her pupils, her teeth were white and neat, and two dimples were sunk into a shallow shadow on the cheeks.

At this moment, Wan Wan's image was stripped from Feng Qingcheng's inherent impression of Tianmen General Capture. He suddenly realized that aside from those murderous names, the person in front of him was just a somewhat playful girl.

Then he heard the other person say, "Isn't that me?" ”

After saying that, Wan Wan turned around and walked away, leaving Feng Qingcheng standing alone in the cold night breeze.

He's a little messy.

The girl seemed to be joking with him. But how could he have a kind of ...... The illusion of being molested.