The nights in Twilight are also lively.

It is famous in Kyushu for the Thousand Lights Festival, and when the Thousand Lights are released, the lights in the twilight cloud city are bright, laughing and playing, and the whole night is endless, so it has the name of the city that never sleeps.

Even though the Thousand Lights Festival has not yet been held, there are many people who have come here for a long time.

The fish and dragons are mixed, and the crisis is secretly born.

Shu Nong picked up a beautifully crafted fox mask from the shop, and a hand holding a money bag reached out beside him.

The peddler was smiling and waiting for Shu Nong to reach out to pick it up, but he saw that the other side of the girl suddenly stretched out a hand, and his knobly fingers grabbed a spirit stone and placed it lightly on the table.

Yan Changan's voice was faint: "Four masks." ”

The peddler's gaze turned around, and he smiled and took the spirit stone that Yan Changan put down: "Okay, Fairy Immortal Monarch choose slowly!" ”

Shu Nong hooked his fox mask with one hand, made the decision for his younger brother Shu Yue, chose a fox mask that was not much different from his own, withdrew two steps, and gave up the position to Yan Changan and Song Lin.

"You wear the same one as I do."

She stuffed the mask into Shu Yue's hand, and Gu Zi put the fox mask on herself.

Shu Yue pursed his lips slightly.

There were many people on the street, many of them were Xianmen monks, and if the four of them wanted to meddle in the affairs of that Lingling girl, they should indeed cover their faces.

Not to mention that Shu Nong's portrait has long been circulated in Kyushu, and there are many people who know the appearance of him and Song Lin, just Yan Chang'an, who became the latest among them, if not long after the banquet today, his portrait is the hottest.

Although it is difficult to describe most of the portraits, there is no guarantee that one or two of these paintings are indeed quite similar.

Moreover, there are many monks in this twilight cloud city, and it is inevitable that there will be a few people who know them.

But looking at his sister's appearance, it seems that he really bought this mask just because he was in the fun.

Shu Yue was silent for a moment, pinched the mask in his hand expressionlessly, and put on the exaggerated-looking fox mask with a rope.

Song Lin bent his eyebrows slightly, and naturally withdrew the money bag: "Young Master Yan is broken." ”

Yan Changan lowered his eyes slightly, picked a featureless black mask from a crowd of beautifully crafted masks, and tilted his head slightly in response to Song Lin's words: "Young Song is serious. ”

Qingguang is his sword, Shu Nong is Qingguang's sword spirit, and he spends money on her and her family, which is justified and deserved.

The Blue Light Sword Spirit seemed to think the same way.

In addition to the mask to cover her face, she also asked for colorful bracelets, a purse embroidered with lanterns, and a jade jade pendant with a good color.

It's all Yan Chang'an's money.

Song Lin and Shu Yue followed behind wearing masks, and they had nowhere to spend their money.

If it was six hundred years ago, one of them was the brother-in-law who almost became her fiancé, and the other was the younger brother of a fellow mother, Yan Chang'an, as an outsider, was the least qualified person among the three of them to spend money for her.

But six hundred years later, he was ahead of them.

Shu Yue's face was indifferent, but he thought aggrievedly in his heart.

"I went and asked in the afternoon."

Yan Changan followed Shu Nong with a bells and whistles lamp, "The other people who are missing, or newlywed Yan'er, or two lovers, are all missing at the same time. ”

Shu Nong said softly: "Then this person is doing it obviously, no wonder Uncle Mu and they don't believe that Lingling eloped at noon." ”

No, listening to the tone of those two people, it seems that they don't know what the situation of the missing people is.

She frowned slightly: "...... The situation of these missing people, Uncle Mu, don't they know? ”