In the castle during the day, there are only three or two pedestrians, and the people who live on the top floor of the pyramid are certainly not idlers. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yan Zhen 'flowed' into a bakery, where the owner, a man of about forty, was placing freshly baked biscuits on the shelves.

"Hello." Yan Zhen quietly returned to his human form behind him.

"Huh? Ah, hello. The shopkeeper was visibly taken aback, and he turned around with the tray in his hands, a look of surprise on his face.

"I just came in, and you didn't notice me." Yan Zhen smiled politely.

"Oh yes, I didn't pay attention, what do you want to buy? Biscuits? "The owner recommended.

"Do you have camellia noodles?" Yan Zhen asked.

"That's... No, few people buy it now, and it's not easy to sell. ”

"yes, it's not easy to buy, it's okay, I'll go somewhere else and ask." Yan Zhen turned around to leave, and suddenly as if he remembered something, he turned around and asked casually, "Do you know where Futu lives?" ”

The shopkeeper was stunned by his question, his expression was a little cloudy, and he said, "There is a white house behind the tower, and he lives there." ”

"Thank you." Yan Zhen smiled and thanked him, pushed the door and walked out of the bakery.

The shopkeeper frowned, staring at the door of the store in a daze, his mind was very confused, his thinking seemed to be crumpled into a mess, and he couldn't figure it out.

He felt that he had just said something that he shouldn't have said, but no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't think of what he said wrong.

In the end, he had to give up on kneading the dough and baking bread.

The white house is easy to find, because the buildings in the castle are mostly black, and it is a little white in the ten thousand black bushes, which is very recognizable.

Yan Zhen stood in the back of the room for a while, not immediately sneaking in, he remembered that Tian Aolong had mentioned the name 'Dog Shengzi', this person was one of the writers who could use spiritual props.

Xiao Ziyan and Tian Aolong also mentioned in their conversation that Futu's maintenance of Gou Shengzi was due to his favorites, that is, Gou Shengzi's props must be very useful.

Therefore, Yan Zhen can't rashly break into the enemy camp, in case his hypnotism can't match the spiritual props of Gou Shengzi, it will be impossible to steal chickens and rice.

After squatting for nearly two hours, he finally waited for a chance to sneak in, and a flying car pulled by a phoenix stopped at the door of the white house.

The phoenix is covered with colorful feathers, and the car behind it is also made of gold, decorated with colorful gems, and there are wisps of clouds and smoke around the body, as if the Asgard gold has descended on the mortal world.

Yan Zhen hurriedly covered his eyes, afraid of being blinded by this glittering 'luxury car', he covered his eyes while flowing behind the car.

Behind the golden cart were two large boxes, and he intuitively felt that these boxes were going to be carried into the white house, so he moved quickly and approached the boxes while the cart had just stopped and the people in the cart had not yet come down.

The box was ventilated everywhere, and he drilled into it through the ventilation hole, and when he entered, he was stared at by a pair of round blue eyes!

Fortunately, the sand couldn't make a sound, but the blue-eyed owner popped out a tone word, but it didn't attract the attention of outsiders.

The sound of the high heels stepping on the ground was clearly discerning, and the owner of the gold cart seemed to be a woman, and the box contained it was also a woman.

Yan Zhen clinged to the wall of the box, he now realized the benefits of being sand, and he could avoid a lot of embarrassment, otherwise he would be squeezed into a wooden box with **...... Little 7 has to chop him into dumpling filling!

The woman in the box was a foreign girl, with blond hair and blue eyes, white skin and dazzling eyes, especially behind her, with a pair of snow-white wings shrunk.

She 'ah, ah' for a long time before she asked in broken Chinese: "You... Be...... Writer? ”

The fine sand immediately formed three letters 'YES' on the wall of the box, and when the woman saw the answer, she looked very excited, and her eyes rekindled hope, and she said bluntly: "Help me!" I... Go out... Freedom—"

Her voice finally caught the attention of the outside, and the person carrying the box kicked the box and scolded: "Damn, be honest, die!" ”

The person on the other side smiled: "What Xi Meiren gave to Futu is imported high-end goods, and ordinary people can't enjoy it." ”

The man who kicked the box took a sip and said, "Get out, it's still high-end, it's so heavy, it's a big fat girl." ”

The sound of high heels stomping on the ground in front suddenly stopped, although the person did not make a sound, but the two people carrying the box in the back immediately closed their mouths and did not dare to say a word.

Yan Zhen felt a little bottomless in his heart, he thought that the box contained food, drink or dead things, and it was also put in a place like a warehouse when it was carried into the house.

At the moment, the big living person in it is still a 'gift' for Futu, and he is likely to be carried directly into the bedroom!

Two boxes were placed in the open space in the center of the living room, and a woman in high heels sat on a hollowed-out carved lady's couch, drinking hot tea brought to her by the 'maid'.

Yan Zhen looked out from the air vent, and secretly said that this floating picture was afraid that it was a demon, and it was no problem to make it antique at home, and even the nanny was dressed up as a maid in ancient costumes, which was a bit too much.

It didn't take long for a man to walk down upstairs, white from head to toe, and holding a fan, which was also dressed in ancient costume, which made Yan Zhen unconsciously think of the brocade mouse Bai Yutang in the TV series.

'Bai Yutang' exchanged a few words with the Xi beauty on the chaise longue, listening to their meaning, this Xi beauty came from the south and came here to give gifts.

The two talked for a while, and Xi Meiren asked someone to open the box and let Futu see if the gift was suitable, but Futu waved his hand.

"I received my heart, I can't accept this gift." Futu was smiling, but his tone of refusal was resolute.

"Maybe you're misunderstood, I'm new to the north, this is just a greeting gift, nothing else." Xi Meiren explained lightly.

"It's already an honor for us to be a guest in the Northern Writers Alliance, and the gift is free, so I should do my best as a landlord."

They gave it away and pushed it for a long time, and Yan Zhen finally heard some doorways, this beauty from the south definitely did not come to travel and relax, and her purpose made Futu watch out everywhere.

It's like, the truth of eating people's mouths and taking people's hands is short, he doesn't dare to accept two foreign girls, what this southern beauty asks for must not be as simple as coming to eat and drink for nothing.

Moreover, they also talked about the current situation in the south, where various forces were divided into one side, and the Ximei people were only members of one of the factions, and the world was in such a mess that any wrong decision could burn up the long-standing efforts.

Futu's mind is very clear, and the Northern Writers Alliance, which he and nine other companions have established single-handedly, will not be able to withstand the big waves, at least not for now.

While they went to eat, Yan Zhen opened the box, and Xi Meiren's subordinates also followed him to the dining room, and he successfully released the blonde foreign girl, the foreign girl closed her mouth, shrunk her wings and opened the box next to her, and there was also a woman curled up inside, but the ears were pointed, the wings behind her were almost transparent, silver hair, purple eyes, and a realistic version of the elf princess.