After resting at the inn for three days, Qinghe decided to set off for Jingshui.

We are going to Jingshui to find people, the road is difficult and dangerous, Xiaolian has a leg disease, and it is inconvenient to follow us. In addition, she was too frightened before, and her whole person was sick, and her face was as white as paper.

Qinghe said that Xiao Lian's tongue was cut off, and it was the demons that really tortured her. Xiao Lian was in the most intricate place in the four continents before, and I don't know what kind of inhuman encounters she went through to become what she is now.

Xiaolian has a lot of secrets, and her tongue was cut off. Qinghe said that Ling Tianjun faked his death eighteen years ago, in order to obtain the highest position in the entire Four Lands. Xiaolian is the Le Ji in the palace, and she has a pair of apricot eyes that look like Yun Niangniang.

If the one at the top is really the one who faked his death, and Xiao Lian overheard or saw something. It's not hard to imagine that the person must have prevented her from telling her secret. Dumb and dead people cannot speak.

As for whether that person was Ling Tianjun or not, he had to go to Jingshui first to find the one-eyed old bell who picked up the corpse. In order to settle Xiaolian and cure her heart disease, Qinghe secretly ordered someone to quietly take her back to Jinling's ten miles through the alleys.

Xiaolian showed his face at the fame and fortune meeting, and maybe he will be remembered by others, and the ten-mile alley is undoubtedly the best place to hide. When I sent Xiaolian away that day, I thought about it, and I also repaired a flying pigeon and sent it to Xiaojiu at the foot of Qingquan Mountain.

I think that now in Silu, there should be no better and more suitable doctor to treat Xiaolian than Xiao Jiu.

There is also Qinghe's sleep in the shop these days.

How can the extremely smart Hu Dongjia do things without a little arrangement?

Tongpu is mixed, the least noticeable, but you can hear a lot of things. He found that the group of high rollers who had gone out early and returned late were acting in an organized and purposeful manner, and seemed to be plotting something. And the place they went to was Jingshui, not far from the Li Inn.

It seems that there will really be something big going to happen in the Jingshui area.

Everything is coming menacingly, faster than expected.

Last night, Qinghe came to Tianzi No. 1 room to discuss with me, the one-eyed old bell disappeared a few years ago, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to find his trace for a while when I go to Jingshui. Let's take a look at what these high rollers want to do.

I couldn't agree more, but I have misgivings.

"This group of high-rollers is secretive and disciplined, and they are afraid to be extremely wary of outsiders. ”

The old god Hu Qi was there, "Ah Qi, do you say it's a coincidence? There is a couple in Tongpu, who claim to be black and red, because they have contracted the wind and cold before, and they have not traveled with them for a few days. ”

"You mean, stealing beams for pillars?"

"Not bad. Qinghe smiled and said, "I think the ten-mile side room is more suitable for the two of them to recuperate." ”

It was dawn that day, and the group of high-rollers, dressed up and holding their own weapons, gathered at the door of the inn with great momentum. In the middle of the procession were two half-masked figures, one black and one red. In the midst of this noise, the two figures were slightly hunched backs, a little quieter.

Halfway through the procession, a particularly rugged strong man who took the lead suddenly stopped, turned around and waved the two big axes in his hand to everyone, and shouted, "It's been a long time, now all the heroes are resting on the spot and replenishing their strength!"

After a "yes" from the crowd, almost everyone sat down on the floor, took out the dry food they had prepared in advance, and ate it with a big grin.

The two of them, one black and one red, found the most remote corner and sat down, intending to wait and see what was going on, but they didn't want an uninvited guest to come.

"Black and red!"

There was a shrill scream! I got goosebumps when I heard it. When the shadow covered the light overhead, I came back to my senses, and the "black and red double evil" was calling me and Qinghe.

When I looked up and saw the comer, my eyes widened and my body fell backwards in shock. A hand quickly reached over to me and immediately pressed the red cloth that was about to fall off my face.

The face was so pockmarked that the jaw was so sharp that it could poke a hole, and the two eyes rolled around, and they were full ......of suspicion: "Why? You don't know me? Didn't we have a photo on the day we reported for duty?"

Seeing that the suspicion in the pair of eyebrows was getting deeper and deeper, suddenly the person on the other side pushed a voice, "Ma Jian'er, can you still eat your naan?

"Eat for you, eat for you!" there was a bit of disgust in the sharp and thin voice.

When he turned around again, Qinghe on the side covered his chest and coughed a few times and said, "What did Brother Ma Jian'er say just now?" My husband and wife have just recovered from the cold, and their brains are still a little dizzy, big brother should forgive me!"

"I see. The pockmarked boy sat beside me, his ass moving closer and closer, and the thief's gaze fell on me. The big hand next to me pulled me a little bit inside, and one foot was right in the middle of it.

"Brother Ma Jian'er, your naan cake has been eaten, why don't you taste the bean bun in my hand?"

Qinghe provoked the energy in his body, and enthusiastically handed the bean bag in his hand to him. Ma Jian'er picked it up without hesitation and took a bite of half of it, and his eyes lit up and said, "Oh! This is much better than that dry naan cake!"

"No, my family loves to eat it. Kiyowa smiled smugly at him, shoved the last bean bag in the cloth bag into my hand, and squeezed his eyebrows at me.

There are special ways to deal with special moments. I looked at him with some tenderness in my eyes, and I ate the bean bun in my hand very cooperatively.

Ma Jian'er ate the bean bun in a few bites, patted his palms, and looked at the two of us with strange eyes.

"Didn't you say that the wind and cold were better? Why did you get a rag and put it on your face? Could it be that you two have some ulterior secrets on your face?"

"Hey, big brother, dare you think we are willing to wear it?" Qinghe reacted extremely quickly. I stopped my mouth under the red cloth, choked on half a bean bun, and listened to him let out a lament.

He pulled his sleeve at Ma Jian'er, "Brother Ma Jian'er, take a look." ”

"Mom!"

Ma Jian'er said unexpectedly. If it weren't for the fact that I am the identity of "Red Evil" at this moment, I would have to exclaim. It's just that the bare arm is covered with a little red rash, which is even denser than the pockmarks on Ma Jian'er's face.

"This, this, this, what's going on...... Ma Jian'er was so stunned that she was incoherent, and her ass moved back again and again.

"But it's not!" Qinghe instantly changed his tone, his face wilted, "The wind and cold are better, and these painless red rashes have grown." Alas, it's a blessing or a curse, it's a curse that can't be avoided!"

He sighed sadly as he raised his hand covered with red rashes and rested it in front of Ma Jian'er, "Brother Ma Jian'er, look at what the hell is going on......

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