"Don't you know how to hide when you're kissed? Still standing there stunned and kissing others, or do you want to kiss him? ”

Yue Yang's words really didn't make sense, and they were extremely rude, Wen Xien was still angry that Yue Yang didn't care about her, but Yue Yang didn't feel happy to come to her first.

But the monk has always been stupid, and quarrels are always the one who loses, so he simply didn't engage in these verbal battles with Yue Yang, just pursed his lips and bypassed him to move forward.

Yue Yang saw Wen Xien like this, but he didn't relentlessly catch up, Wen Xien was really impatient to shake him off: "It's just an oolong, what can I do as a man?" Why are you so aggressive? ”

Yue Yang looked at me fixedly, suddenly laughed mockingly, and then reached out and touched Wen Xi'en's face and asked, "Monk, didn't you notice it?" ”

Wen Xien opened his hand and looked at him lightly: "What do you mean." ”

But he was surprised in his heart, Yue Yang should have noticed something, could it be that he also noticed the difference in the man just now?

Yue Yang raised his head: "I just forgot to tell you, monk, why didn't you react at all when you were surrounded by so many women, it couldn't be some hidden disease, right?" ”

Wen Xien: "......"

Sure enough, I looked up to him.

Wen Xien looked at Yue Yang in disbelief, when she was slighted by a stranger, Yue Yang didn't help immediately, but first looked at her reaction three inches below her umbilicus?

However, before Wen Xien could ask, he saw Yue Yang's mocking and angry appearance, and he was suddenly a little stunned, and his low voice slipped into his ears: "No matter how those women touch you and kiss you, you don't react, what does this mean?" ”

It shows that Lao Tzu is a woman!

The monk's eyebrows were light, Qing Lingling's eyes looked at Yue Yang lightly, his voice was like a pearl falling on a jade plate, and it was like a snow-capped mountain, revealing an innocent coldness, "The poor monk is a monk, and the young master Yue is too much." ”

It was the first time Yue Yang had seen Wen Xi'en's indifferent expression, although there was little expression on his face before, his eyebrows and eyes at least carried the charity of the monks.

The monk's every move magnified in his eyes as if it had been slowed down several times, and even now, the man's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the cold glance at him was constantly magnifying and magnifying in his eyes.

Wen Xien slowly looked up at him.

Yue Yang's eyes were like torches, as if there was a whirlpool in it, slowly engulfing her as if he was about to eat people, and then said firmly: "Could it be that you are a broken sleeve, monk." ”

Wen Xien: "......"

I didn't know what to say for a while.

Yue Yang saw Wen Xien's cold look, but instead stroked her arm, suddenly dispersed all the sharp anger, and at this moment, he had a gentle face like a kissing young man, and said, "Monk, just kidding, I really called you to this kind of place because of the man just now." ”

Wen Xien is very aware of his honey-bellied sword temperament, and he may be serious at this time.

Wen Xien frowned and asked, "Do you suspect that he is the murderer?" ”

"I don't know, but every time someone dies, the man is next to him, and it looks like watching a show, but it's like watching a play, and I've even seen him laugh."

"What normal person can laugh in such a strange and terrible death?"

But Yue Yang didn't have any evidence pointing to the relationship between the man and the deceased, these were just his guesses, because they had no clues to find other suspicious characters.

Therefore, Yue Yang wanted to test the details of that man.

But during the investigation, it was found that the man appeared as if out of thin air, without any background, relatives, friends, everything seemed very weird.

Wen Xien already knew the murderer.

But I don't know what the murderer is singing.

——

The market in the world is several times more lively than the streets on weekdays, unlike everyone in the theater who is drunk and quietly listening to the warbler crying in the horns, and there is no incense and arms that are wrapped around the fence.

There are people coming and going, buying and selling. There are gossip and footsteps.

This bustle is no longer the cold words on the book, it is very vividly spread out in front of me, and I know that this is called fireworks.

Wen Xien only went down the mountain a few times, and all of them went into the quiet and narrow alleys, and all the buildings he went to were quiet and elegant buildings, and he had never been to such a noisy downtown before.

Yue Yang looked at me looking around strangely, smiled mysteriously, and said, "Monk, wait a little later, I'll show you something better." ”

This made Wen Xien wonder if Yue Yang brought her here to catch the murderer or just to show her these human scenery that I had never seen? Wen Xien stopped his thoughts sensibly.

At this time, it was close to dusk, but Wen Xien didn't even see the shadow of any man, only occasionally saw a man in this market, Wen Xien and Yue Yang would come to see it every day, there was no way, they didn't know the whereabouts of the two men.

Wen Xien looked at the remnant sun in the sky, which was no different from the one on the Yonghe Nunnery, and even in her room, she could see the imperfection more clearly, and the blood was darker.

But looking at it here, the half of the sunset seemed to flow down the sky, and the fog in the distance blurred the boundary between heaven and earth - the sky, the earth, and the crowd were connected into a line, and the light of the red glow spread softly along this line to everyone's head and face, their hair, pupils, cheeks, and even half of their lips and slightly exposed teeth were refracted orange red, and the warmth seemed to be steaming in the flow of the crowd.

Wen Xien stopped in front of a jewelry stall and picked up a pair of wooden bead bracelets, on which were crookedly carved some landscapes, birds and beasts, the pen was rough and clumsy, but ugly and a little cute.

Wen Xien felt interesting and looked at it for a while before putting it down, and Yue Yang looked at her with a little disgust, as if questioning her eyes.

However, Wen Xien's eyes turned, and he crossed the top of Yue Ying's head, and suddenly saw a grass and wood stick erected at the end of the long crowd, and the top was red, Wen Xi'en had good eyesight, and recognized it as a sugar gourd at a glance - Ke Changqing often brought it to her to eat.

Wen Xien saw that the grass and wood sticks were about to leave her along the surging crowd, patted Yue Yang's hand hanging beside her, and then informed him loudly in the noise, and didn't care whether Yue Yang heard it clearly or not, so he went into the traffic to chase the sugar gourd.

Finally, the man who sold sugar gourds was stopped by Wen Xien, Wen Xien's forehead was so hot that he sweated a little, but he still carefully chose the largest and brightest color and waited quietly for him to wrap up.

The man stretched out two dark fingers and said, "Two pennies." ”

Wen Xien was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly forgot that Yue Yang had always paid for it, Wen Xien never cared about these things outside her body, gold was no different from stone in her eyes, so she was really penniless and poor.

But when Wen Xien turned around, she only saw a crowd of strange people—she was walking too quickly, and Yue Yang and Yue Yang were scattered by the crowd.

(End of chapter)