"Chu Mo, what is this?"

"It's a sugar man."

"Look, there's a sugar gourd!"

"Chu Mo, I want to eat this."

"That's not bad either."

……

The prosperity of the black market was beyond Wen Qingyuan's expectations, looking at the dazzling array of things on the streets, even in Kyoto, where did Wen Qingyuan still have the dignified and virtuous appearance before, pulling Chu Mo to wander the streets and alleys.

In the black market, there is no difference between day and night, and I don't know how long I have been shopping, Wen Qingyuan finally felt tired.

When the two passed by a restaurant, they entered the restaurant and prepared to rest for a while before returning to the inn.

In the restaurant, which was overcrowded, a vacant seat near the street was found, and the two sat down. Ordering a pot of tea, a little heart, looking at the never-before-seen food on the table, Wen Qingyuan first tasted it carefully, and then his eyes lit up, and he began to feast on it.

"Slow down, slow down, it's not enough for us to call ......"

Looking at Wen Qingyuan's appearance, Chu Mo had a happy smile on his face.

"Chu Mo, what is this, why have I never seen it, and the taste is superb."

Chu Mo smiled and said, "You can call it a cake, this thing is only available on the black market." However, if you like, I'll cook as much as you want when you get back to Kyoto. ”

"Will you?" Wen Qingyuan asked curiously.

Chu Mo smiled and nodded, then took the kettle on the table, poured a glass of water and handed it to Wen Qingyuan.

"You taste this."

Wen Qingyuan picked up the cup curiously, but was surprised to find that the water in the cup was actually black, and there were some small bubbles from time to time.

Taking a sip, Wen Qingyuan only felt a tingling sensation suddenly on his tongue.

In a sip, the sensation is even stronger.

"It's not tea, what is it?"

Wen Qingyuan asked curiously.

"You can call it sparkling water, how does it feel?"

Chu Mo said with a smile.

Wen Qingyuan nodded, as for how she felt, she couldn't say it herself, but she only felt that this so-called sparkling water was a little addictive.

"Chu Mo, aren't you also coming to the black market for the first time? Why do you know so much? ”

Chu Mo was stunned, he didn't expect Wen Qingyuan to ask such a question, is it the first time he has come to the black market?

Apparently not.

The reason why he concealed it naturally had his reasons, and at this moment, Wen Qingyuan asked like this, and Chu Mo could only find a reason to prevaricate at will.

The two of them are like this, eating cakes, drinking sparkling water, and enjoying the rare silence.

But at this moment, the originally noisy restaurants and streets suddenly became quiet, and at this moment, it was as if even the air had frozen, and it was extremely silent.

"What's going on?"

Wen Qingyuan glanced at the silent crowd in the restaurant, and then looked outside.

"Shhh, girl, this is the adult in charge of managing the security of the black market."

Not far away, a guest whispered to Wen Qingyuan, and judging from the outfit of the person who spoke, this person should also be a guest of the black market.

"I didn't expect this black market to have such a complete system? There will also be patrols for law and order. ”

Wen Qingyuan said incredulously.

Chu Mo explained with a smile: "The black market naturally has the rules of the black market, you have also seen it, in fact, this black market is not much better than Kyoto, where there are many people, there are naturally managers, and the black market naturally has a set of their management system in it." ”

"Although the black market is not visible, the classification of black market status levels is also very clear. The so-called patrol envoys you see now are just mid-range people in the black market, and there are even more powerful people in the patrol envoys. Especially the person in charge of this black market, because all the rules of the huge black market are set by this person. ”

"And who is the manager of this black market?"

Wen Qingyuan then asked.

"The identity of the black market manager is very mysterious, only a handful of people have seen him, and this person never shows his true face, and every time he appears, he wears a mask. A lot of people, like you, are curious about the people in charge of this black market, but in the end they all ......"

"How's it going?"

"They're all dead!"

Hearing this, Wen Qingyuan was stunned. At this moment, she is becoming more and more curious about this black market, and at the same time, her heart is also full of confusion at the moment.

The whole world is not the king's land, since this black market exists in the Dawu Dynasty, it stands to reason that the black market should also be controlled by the imperial court, but why has she never heard of the black market before.

Chu Mo could also see the doubts in Wen Qingyuan's heart, but he didn't explain too much. Regarding the black market, Chu Mo didn't want Wen Qingyuan to have too much contact, as for the reason, I'm afraid only he knows.

During the time that Chu Mo was talking to Wen Qingyuan, the black market patrol envoy had already appeared below the restaurant where they were from a distance.

The patrol envoy who was standing in place looked around, and at this moment, Wen Qingyuan's gaze couldn't help but fall on this person.

The patrol envoy seemed to be aware of this gaze, and suddenly raised his head, and the place where his gaze went was where Chu Mo and the two of them were.

With that sharp eyes and cold expression, at the moment when Wen Qingyuan's gaze and the gaze of the patrol were intertwined, Wen Qingyuan was suddenly frightened.

Seeing this, Chu Mo looked displeased, his gaze shifted, and he looked at the inspector. And at this moment, the inspector's gaze had also fallen on Chu Mo's body.

When the eyes of the two were intertwined, Chu Mo's eyes froze, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the face of the patrol envoy standing in place couldn't help but change suddenly, and even his body began to tremble slightly.

"Let's go!"

After Shaoqing, the inspector came back to his senses, and immediately disappeared from Chu Mo's sight with several subordinates behind him.

And when the patrol envoy left, the whole street became lively again.

Back at the inn, it was already a few hours later. Seeing that the two Wushuang hadn't come back yet, Chu Mo took Wen Qingyuan back to the room. As for Wen Zijin, Chu Mo directly ignored his existence.

Time passed about another hour, Wen Qingyuan seemed to feel tired after a day of playing, and fell asleep not long after returning to the inn.

Seeing that the two of them had not returned for a long time, Chu Mo couldn't sit still.

After glancing at the sleeping Wen Qingyuan, Chu Mo found Wen Zijin and asked him to protect his sister's safety, Chu Mo returned to the room, took out a set of white robes from the luggage he was carrying, put it on, and then took out a Shura mask from the package and put it on, and then left the inn.

If Wen Qingyuan was not asleep at the moment, but saw Chu Mo's outfit at this moment, she would definitely be reminded of Chu Mo's outfit.

That memory is also a memory that Wen Qingyuan has been buried in the deepest part of his heart, a memory that he keeps abandoning......