Zuo Kui is a bit contradictory.

He knew better than Zuo Jing that she shouldn't stay here.

But Zuo Jing suddenly brought this matter up to him, which made him feel extremely lost.

Thanks to this corpse, before Zuo Jing came, his state of mind was already as calm as water.

However, after being noisy by Zuo Jing for a while, he felt as if he was back to his days of being a man.

This trace of emotional fluctuation seems to make Zuo Kui's cold body and heart regain their temperature.

Zuo Kui stayed in the days of Demon Street, very lonely.

Very lonely.

This thought made Zuo Kui immediately understand that he was not reluctant to Zuo Jing, but was afraid that he would become lonely again.

Zuo Kui closed his eyes and fell silent for a moment.

You can't delay Zuo Jing here because of her loneliness.

He finally thought so.

Zuo Kui sorted out his thoughts and jumped out of the role of his brother.

He opened his eyes and said to Zuo Jing: "It's not waste, in fact, you have played a role every time." Sometimes, borrowing power is also a kind of power. Not everyone's success depends entirely on themselves, and knowing how to make good use of the power that can be used for oneself is the way to achieve great things. ”

Zuo Jing shrugged and said, "I'm just a little woman, and I didn't think about making a big deal." ”

Zuo Kui smiled and nodded.

"Publicly, I've always thought you have the potential to stay here. Privately, I'm half the heart of the story, and I'd rather like you to stay. ”

The second half of Zuo Kui's sentence made Zuo Jing stunned: "Really? ”

Zuo Kui nodded and said, "However, no matter what the destiny is, it is only your choice that can determine your direction. If you really want to leave, I'm naturally supportive. ”

Zuo Kui said, gently touched Zuo Jing's head, and said, "If it's really decided, just tell me." ”

"Leave me alone, I can go home by myself." Zuo Jingdao.

Zuo Kui looked at her and said lightly: "I want to modify your memory about Demon Street." ”

Zuo Jing was stunned for a long time, and exclaimed, "Why?!" ”

"You know too many things now, and people are not stable, so it's better to change them." Zuo Kui said.

Zuo Jing bit her lip for a long time and said, "I'll think about it carefully." ”

"There's nothing wrong with changing your memories, trust me." Zuo Kui said.

Zuo Jing didn't answer, turned around and went back to the room.

Zuo Kui watched her close the door and was silent.

He put the copper basin into the room next to Zuo Jing, and when he came out, he happened to see Mo Xing standing up and continuing to practice martial arts.

I don't know what kind of practice Mo Xing has done, this method of practicing when he wakes up and sleeping when he is tired, he seems to have adapted to it.

He played tricks and said to Zuo Kui: "How is it, is Zuo Jing planning to leave?" ”

Mo Xing didn't look tired at all, and he didn't breathe for a long time.

Zuo Kui said: "What did you tell her?" ”

Mo Xing briefly chatted with Zuo Kui about what happened in the dream.

Zuo Kui sighed, not knowing whether to blame Mo Wo.

He ignored Mo Xing, who kept asking him, and walked into the front store alone.

Zuo Kui took out the book and continued to read it.

This is a new book.

He needed some new knowledge to strengthen himself.

This time, Zuo Kui instinctively felt more dangerous than ever.

The seven bosses of Ghost Street, he had all been in contact with before.

It's just that the man in the black robe who appeared this time made him faintly feel that it was not a good sign.

Zuo Kui has made a lot of assumptions, such as the man in the long shirt may be hiding in the ghost street, doing something they don't know about to provoke the two sides, so that the street will become a battle, and then sit and reap the benefits.

But what does he collect?

Similar ideas are endless.

After a long time, Zuo Kui felt a little tired.

During this time, he has not had a good rest.

The drain on his mind made him even more tired.

He put away the book and lay down in the coffin.

Mo Xing's voice slowly became blurred, and Zuo Kui finally fell asleep.

Zuo Kui woke up again, and it was already noon the next day.

He rolled over and came out of the coffin, only to find Mo Xing lying on the ground and asleep again

He knocked on Zuo Jing's door and received no response.

"Xiaojing, haven't you woken up yet?" Zuo Kui wondered.

He looked at the sun and thought it was unlikely.

Suddenly, a bad premonition came over me.

Zuo Kui pushed the door and walked into Zuo Jing's room.

The room was empty, and Zuo Kui saw the message on the computer desk at a glance.

It reads: I'm gone.

Zuo Kui sighed deeply and sat down on the bed dejectedly.

Zuo Jing changed into the clothes she wore when she came to Demon Street and walked on the road to the bus.

She was a little upset, so she rubbed her eyes and sniffed again.

She tried hard to convince herself that she left so as not to cause trouble to Zuo Kui, and that she did not belong here.

Finally, she stopped, bent over, and put her hands on her knees.

She gritted her teeth, tears falling in large gulps.

I was scared away.

She cried and thought.

She thought that she was not afraid of heaven and earth, but now she must admit that she is not as strong as she imagined, both physically and mentally.

The humiliation of failure, as well as the reluctance to Zuo Kui and Demon Street, were mixed, which made her heart very sad.

She cried for a while, wiped away her tears, tugged her bag up, and walked briskly forward.

Suddenly, Zuo Jing stood on his feet and slowly fell backwards.

Directly ahead, a man blocked the way.

The man was dressed in a black tunic and bowler hat, a pair of black round glasses, and a pair of hooked noses.

Zuo Jing looked at him and swallowed his saliva.

The caftan walked up to him and smiled:

"Coincidentally, little girl?"

Zuo Jing groaned for a while, and ran back in the direction of Demon Street.

The caftan blocked her path like a ghost.

Zuo Jing didn't see how he appeared at all.

"Bastard! What do you want?! She yelled.

The long shirt was not angry, and said with a smile: "Please Miss Zuo to be a guest at my place." ”

Zuo Jing snorted and said, "Go to your grandma's circle!" The ghost is a guest at you! ”

The cheongsam laughed and said, "That's really right. ”

As he spoke, he came to Zuo Jing in an instant, and with a light tap on her forehead, Zuo Jing lost consciousness.

Chang Yi helped Zuo Jing to a car on the side of the road and helped her in.

A terrible cat meow came, and Mo Bei's cat body rushed over like an arrow and pounced on the face of the long robe.

The caftan took off his top hat and threw it out. The top hat covered Mo Bei at once, as if it had a navigation.

Mo Bei fell to the ground, but did not make a sound.

The caftan smiled slyly, wrapped Mo Bei in a top hat, and threw it next to Zuo Jing.

"Who the hell are you?!" Mo Bei yelled.

His body couldn't move, but he was still conscious and could speak.

The cheongsam slowly started the car and drove out along the path, in a good mood.

He glanced at Mo Bei from the rearview mirror, and said with a smile: "You are the son of Mrs. Mao, right?" I've gotten to know you since we last met. ”

Mo is sad like facing a great enemy.

Just looking at this trick to restrain him, it was more than a little bit higher than Mo Bei.

"Who the hell are you? What exactly do you want to do? Even if it's death, let's die well, right? Mo said sadly and hatefully.

The cheongsam laughed and said, "You're mistaken, I didn't think about your life." ”

After a pause, he added: "You are in this industry, and your name cannot be easily told to you, you should be able to understand this." However, friends in the industry give face, and they all call me gray impermanence, and you can call me gray master. ”