There were no lights in the house.

Yang Qing didn't feel a hint of chill, she turned the fire a little hotter, walked towards Wusheng, and clung to his chest.

Following his gaze, he saw a man selling fried chestnuts with sugar.

The man did not leave, he had been swept in the corner, the sugar-fried chestnuts in the basket had not changed, and he obviously had no business.

The oppression of life seems to have pressed him so that he does not want to sleep, and he does not dare to sleep.

This person seems to be crazy because of lack of money, and he can't open the pot at home.

Yang Qing shook her lips lightly and pointed at the man, "He's so pitiful." ”

She was telling the truth, wandering outside on a cold day, business was not good, and the family needed money.

"He must be in need of money, isn't he?" Yang Qing said very surely, her hand had already taken out a piece of silver and sent it to Wusheng.

She hoped that Wusheng could be thrown into that person's basket, and she hoped that this person would go home and have a good reunion with his family, and not suffer in the cold wind.

Wusheng took the silver ingot and stared at Yang Qing's body, his torn clothes were bleak and ugly, "You want to be a good person, I hope he will go back soon?" ”

Yang Qing nodded and smiled.

"He's not leaving."

Yang Qing didn't understand, "Do you know this person?" ”

Wusheng nodded.

He did know it, because this person was unwilling to leave him at any time, and he had been staring at him since the moment Wusheng walked into Chang'an Street.

Yang Qing stared at this person, her gray hair was still fluttering in the cold wind, the basket on her arm did not tremble at all, and her two hands sometimes rubbed together, sometimes blowing hot air.

She couldn't remember who it was.

"We haven't seen this person, how can we know him?"

"He's not leaving."

Yang Qing didn't believe it, and laughed bitterly.

Wusheng suddenly threw the ingot of silver out, and it happened to fall onto the sugar-fried chestnuts.

When the man saw the silver ingot, he seemed to have no joy or joy, and he was still there, and he did not depart.

Yang Qing couldn't figure it out.

"It's the path."

Yang Qing was shocked, "Xiaolu? ”

"Yes, he's always been there, and hasn't left us for a moment."

"Why is he staring at us?"

"Everyone has their own last resort, and he is no exception."

"What's in his troubles?"

Wusheng stared and poked at the path, as if he wanted to find something in this man.

Yang Qing smiled stupidly, "Why did he put on makeup like that?" ”

Silent without life.

He suddenly approached the fire, added a few pieces of charcoal to it, and draped the quilt over Yang Qing's body.

Yang Qing's heart seemed to be melting.

She found that the pain in her body was very straight, and at least she received all the care and care that Wusheng had.

It was more than enough to make up for the pain.

It's just that she doesn't understand, why didn't he react at all, could he really be a stone? A stone that doesn't make love.

Wusheng wrapped her softly in a quilt, but he walked to the window and stared at the corner path.

Will Xiaolu know that he is staring at himself?

Yang Qing smiled.

She found that Wusheng stretched out his hand and beckoned, as if waving his hand to the path.

When his hand was retracted, he was already holding a plaid garment, new and beautiful.

Even the ribbon that binds the hair is a plaid flower.

Wusheng nodded outside before walking over.

"Try this."

Yang Qing did not refuse, let alone be polite, she smiled very mysteriously, as if it was the kind of mystery that the drama was satisfied on the stage.

But he didn't laugh long, and he couldn't laugh anymore.

None of them stood by the window like a stone statue, motionless like a stone statue, staring at the night.

The cold wind fluttered in the dark night.

Was he sympathetic to the path? Or are you looking for something?

Yang Qing smiled, the dress was not worn, it was already in his hand and given to Wusheng.

She approached Wusheng softly, her movements were soft and weak, and Wusheng suddenly floated away like a light smoke.

When the light smoke drifted in, Yang Qing found that her body was wrapped in a quilt.

She blinked, staring at the darkness of the night, and the look on her face became strange, as if she were extremely distressed.

Wusheng stared at her without a trace of expression on his face, "You don't like this?" ”

Yang Qing nodded.

Wusheng stretched out his hand and waved, and his hand suddenly appeared with a bright red robe.

"You don't like this one either?"

Yang Qing nodded.

She seems to be sincerely teasing Wusheng, and she will not stop teasing uncomfortable and dissatisfied.

Wusheng stared outside, and suddenly stretched out his hand and waved it again, and then two wardrobes suddenly floated in from outside.

The wardrobe was open, and it was all clothes.

Yang Qing was dumbfounded.

Wusheng opened the door and slowly walked in a person, this person was a girl.

The maid ring in the yamen.

She smiled sweetly and sweetly surrounded Yang Qing's side.

Yang Qing rubbed her eyes, and finally wore the flower plaid clothes.

The girl roasted the quilt against the stove before putting it on the bed, and walked out with a sweet smile.

The lights on Chang'an Avenue have gradually been extinguished, and the night has deepened.

The chill is heavier, and the color of loneliness is stronger.

Yang Qing shook the braid, and looked at Wusheng again, "What did you see?" ”

Silent without life.

He stared vaguely at the dark night, where there seemed to be a terrifying and mysterious opponent that had fascinated him deeply.

Yang Qing pulled him away, smiled and trembled, and did not move.

The path on the long street suddenly changed.

There was only one change in him, and suddenly he disappeared.

The person is gone, the sugar-fried chestnuts are still there, what made him leave?

Is there something mysterious going on here?

Yang Qing stopped talking, as if she had smelled an extremely dangerous smell.

Wusheng hugged Yang Qing suddenly, floated away like light smoke, and floated to the long street, which was deserted and deserted, and the garbage swayed endlessly.

"What are we doing here?"

Suddenly, he picked up Yang Qing again, swept towards the roof like a light smoke, staring and poking at the long street.

More than a dozen pitch-black figures suddenly appeared on the long street, leaning against the corner, and quietly looked at the private room.

Dressed in pitch-black tights, he moves vigorously, shoots quickly, and reacts extremely sharply.

Suddenly the four of them floated up and floated towards the house.

Yang Qing was surprised.

The four of them moved faster and faster than she had imagined.

They didn't get too close, just waved their hands, and suddenly swept back.

There doesn't seem to be any strange change.

The person has returned, quietly against the wall, without a trace of movement, and that posture is also the best posture to hide himself.

Yang Qing didn't understand.

Where do they go and what do they do? It doesn't seem to be a strange move.

She looked at Wusheng, who didn't move, standing like a stone statue, staring and poking at the dozen or so people.

At this time, the private room changed.

Change is fast, unbelievably fast.

There was a loud thunderclap in the private room, and the fire was shining, and the private room was in ruins.

Yang Qing looked at Wusheng, "The heart of the thunderbolt? ”

Wusheng nodded and remained silent.

"Then they're from Perak Hall?"

Silent without life.

The private room was destroyed, but the person did not leave, and a person slowly floated out.

Came over with a lantern.

Yang Qing couldn't help but call out her name, "Scuds? ”

Scud blinked, didn't look at the dozen or so people in black, raised his head and glanced at Wusheng and Yang Qing.

There was still a smile on his face, and he rose to the sky with a smile and a smile, and suddenly disappeared.

A dozen men in black suddenly floated up and disappeared.

Just as they disappeared, Wusheng suddenly floated up like a light smoke and followed.

"Are you crazy?"

Silent without life.

"If you want to follow them, what if they throw a thunderbolt heart at you?"

Silent without life.

"You really ......."

Silent without life.

They followed a dozen black-clothed men across dozens of miles of rooftops and two more rivers before stopping.

This is a brightly lit fireworks alley.

Not far from the alley, there is a clearing with more than two dozen torches, as bright as day.

Wusheng stood far away in the forest, the forest was forested, the cold was solemn, and Yang Qing was already a little afraid.

What is this alley? Does the man who bought the killer live here?

When a dozen people in black arrived, as if they were at home, they removed their tights and revealed their original faces.

They are all monks!

At this time, seven or eight people suddenly came out of the alley, seven or eight faces.

Yang Qing knew them, and they were actually the seven or eight people who stepped on stilts in the theater.

She was catching her breath.

Wusheng Rourou hugged her, "Don't be afraid, we'll be fine." ”

Yang Qing nodded.

Little Peach walked in front with Pan Tao in her arms, glanced at a dozen monks, and smiled stupidly.

Her laughter is delicate, moving, and incendiary, and the average man can't control himself as long as he hears the slightest bit.

"Did you get it?"

The monk in front nodded, his face was even more joyful, and his body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"What else do you want to do besides get paid?" Her voice was so small that even Yang Qing couldn't hear it.

It's so dark and secluded that it's obviously the right place to go.

Yang Qing suddenly kissed Wusheng on the neck, and her chest couldn't help but rise and fall, "What do you think of that little peach?" ”

He didn't seem to hear anything.

Yang Qing smiled stupidly, smiling very carefully.

Little Peach suddenly touched the monk's face and smiled, "Your skin is so slippery?" It's even more slippery than Yang Guifei's. ”

The monk's face suddenly turned red, and his neck seemed to be a lot thicker.

Everyone else was smiling, smiling as if they were happy and proud.

Everything here seemed peaceful, peaceful, and peaceful, and a dozen monks were clearly enchanted by it.

Little Peach held the monk's hand and gently rubbed it on her waist, her breathing gradually became unsteady, and she seemed rough and short.

The muscles on the monk's cheeks twitched, and his expression seemed to be about to explode.

He is also a man, and a normal man.

Little Momoko suddenly smiled again, "You guys seem to be a little imperfect in this matter. ”

The monk's forehead jumped, "Isn't that right?" ”

"Did the private room blow up?"

The monk nodded.

"Is the person dead?"

The monk nodded.

He was convinced that there was no reason for the people in the private room to escape, and that when they left, the private room was in ruins.

"Do you know who you're going to kill?"

"The gun god is lifeless." He said it with certainty, without a hint of thought.

Little Peach gasped slowly and retreated.

Man is gone, gentleness is gone.

Every muscle on the monk's cheeks was tense and taut, and he already felt that something was wrong.