Chapter 51: The Streets of Austin

The antique room is not very large, but it is neatly arranged with bookcases, long tables, wooden chairs, sofas, coffee tables and beds. The whole room is made of wooden planks, and there is a brand-new fireplace on the wall next to the sofa.

The owner of the room sat on the sofa, holding a translucent crystal glass with dark red liquor in his hand, and looked at the two people who walked in with a faint smile.

"Welcome, Qian'er, you're back. The man smiled and put down his glass, clapped his hands.

Mu Qian'er bowed slightly, and walked straight to the sofa and sat down. Mo Xuan followed behind Mu Qian'er and sat on the sofa at Mu Qian'er's signal. Mo Xuan looked at the man with some confusion. The man was dressed in a black gown, and his body was elongated with a faint fragrance. The slightly long hair may be because of middle age, so it is embedded in black and white, just like a lazy cat. There was a slight stubble on his chin, like rows of tree stumps standing upside down on top of a cliff. His eyes are translucent, and if not deliberately, he may even be mistaken for having no pupils. This man seems to have a unique charm on his body, which makes Mo Xuan beside him feel very relieved, but what Mo Xuan cares about is that when they enter the door, the man greets them, saying "You are back" instead of "You are here", although it may be a slip of the tongue, but Mo Xuan still cares very much.

"I am Ancient Orlean, and welcome you, Chosen Son. The man smiled and reached out to Mo Xuan.

"Hello, I'm Mo Xuan. Mo Xuan stretched out his palm and shook it with Gu Oliang. Gu Oryan smiled. Then he looked at Mu Qian'er, "Qian'er, he's very good." ”

Mu Qian'er nodded. "Yes, you're right. ”

Gu Aoliang said: "It should be said that all our people are very good. With that, he muttered in a low voice. "In God's battlefield, only those of us can stand up. Mo Xuan didn't hear the second half of his words, but Mu Qian'er heard it. Her eyes flashed, but she didn't say anything. But Mo Xuan no longer understood his first sentence, and was thinking hard about the meaning of this sentence, and it was estimated that even if Gu Aoliang's voice was louder, Mo Xuan would not hear it.

"By the way, you brought him here today to go hunting with him tonight. Gu Aoliang looked at Mu Qian'er and asked meaningfully.

"Yes. Mu Qian'er did not evade, and nodded seriously.

"Okay, well, in that case, then you go and prepare. By the way, did you get the list?"

"Don't worry, I've got it. Mu Qian'er nodded.

"That's fine. Gu Aoliang clapped his hands, "Okay, that's it for today, you guys go back first." ”

Mo Xuan was still thinking, Mu Qian'er patted him on the shoulder and said, "Let's go." Mo Xuan was stunned for a moment and said, "Where are you going?"

"Go back. Mu Qian'er said.

"Goodbye, young man, I hope you will surprise me. Gu Aoliang smiled and waved his hand at Mo Xuan, and said.

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Bite.

The secret door behind him gradually closed. But Mo Xuan's face was still full of doubts.

"He's such a weirdo. Mo Xuan muttered.

Mu Qian'er nodded. "He's not only a weirdo, he's a dangerous person. ”

"But what did he mean by that?" Mo Xuan asked.

"Which one?"

"It's the phrase 'our people are very good'. ”

That's what it looks like. Mu Qian'er smiled, but didn't explain too much. "Prepare, we're going hunting. ”

"Hunting?"

"Well, hunting, right tonight. Mu Qian'er said.

"But why should I go?" Mo Xuan was confused.

"If you want to go, you will go, where is there so much why!" Mu Qian'er said impatiently. "Ready, we're leaving. ”

"But there's nothing to prepare。。。。。。 ”

"Let's go now. ”

"Huh。。。。。。 Before Mo Xuan finished speaking, he was dragged out of the room by Mu Qian'er.

The rain had stopped, but the dark clouds of crows in the sky showed no sign of dissipating. Transparent water splashes bloomed on the stone floor, and a hazy moonlight rose on the northern hills.

"It's already this time?" Mo Xuan was taken aback, he obviously didn't feel that it had been so long.

"The night in Austin has been coming early, but you didn't pay attention before. Mu Qian'er glanced at him and said.

"And where are we going now?"

Mu Qian'er didn't reply to him, but walked in front without looking back.

"Just follow me. ”

Seeing this, Mo Xuan had no choice but to follow behind Mu Qian'er. They walked through the stone-paved streets, the faint moonlight shining on the streets and rooftops like sporadic snow. There were few pedestrians on the street except for the two of them, and it was very transparent, Mo Xuan looked at Mu Qian'er in front of her, and asked softly: "Why are the streets of Austin so quiet?"

Mu Qian'er paused and said, "Because this is a sad city, everyone has their own life, don't disturb each other, and there is no need. ”

Mo Xuan listened, thought for a while, nodded and said, "If that's the case, then this is indeed a sad city. ”

Mu Qian'er walked in front, and her pace seemed to slow down a bit. Mo Xuan listened, and something seemed to be whispering something out of her mouth. Mo Xuan leaned in and heard her seem to be reading a poem:

"The moonlight is sprinkled on the streets,

A flute sounded on the empty mountain.

When the flowers fall,

Tears wet the lake. ”

"Did you write that?" Mo Xuan asked. Mu Qian'er's head is slightly jawed.

"A very good poem. Mo Xuan praised. "It's a little sad, it's lonely. ”

"The taste of loneliness。。。。。 Mu Qian'er muttered. Then she turned around and asked, "Mo Xuan, how did you hear that?" It was the first time she had said his name, and he was stunned, but he immediately smiled and touched his head, saying, "Probably intuition." ”

"Intuition。。。。。。 Mu Qian'er thought about it seriously, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. "Do you know what we're going to do?"

"Huh?"

"Hunting. ”

"Hunting?"

Mu Qian'er said lightly: "The so-called hunting is to hunt those things that are on the hunting list. Those are all spirits and demons and assassination targets, and this is one of the things we have to do to achieve our ultimate goal. ”

"Then we're going to hunt this time。。。。。。 ”

Mu Qian'er took out a yellow-brown piece of paper from her pocket and handed it to Mo Xuan.

"The ranking of hunting objects is the same as the rune color, and there is also a numerical ranking in the respective color order."

"This time, our goal is to be 17th on the green list。。。。。。 ”

"Dream Demon. ”

Mo Xuan looked at the yellow-brown paper in his hand, the first column on which was a green symbol, followed by a divine inscription "Seventeen". Underneath it is written "Spirit Demons, Dream Demons".

He handed the list back to Mu Qian'er, who put the list away, stroked her long black hair, and walked in the direction of the outside of the city. Mo Xuan looked at her back, his eyes were a little trance, and it seemed that there was a unique taste on her body that made him care.

He suddenly remembered a poem he had heard from his grandfather a few years ago:

Tonight, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

Tonight, I drank the dew and waited to become a firefly.

Tonight, I can hear you tell a thousand stories about constellations and mermaids – only tonight.

Tonight, I took a lonely boat and listened to the sea prayers of my dreams.

Tonight, I can't sleep, not for reality, maybe it's a star.

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