Chapter 8 The voice of the deceased
The moonlight slowed down, and when they came into the house, the three of them had already taken pictures.
Xiong Jingyu only felt that the gust of wind was blowing in front of him, and it was cool, and the veil was lifted.
She subconsciously wanted to hide - but in a snap of a finger she was caught. Turning around, it was two eyes facing her—deep, deep eyes, like wells.
There was water in the well, and a little wind came and blew the water out to the bear.
Xiong Jing has been with him for a long time, and he also uses a pair of eyes. Yet it is dry. For thousands of years, only this moment is full of water.
The wind passed. She was still being pinched. Finally, the person who grabbed it opened his mouth:
"Where are you from-"
She was about to answer, but was immediately robbed - "It's from Chengdu, isn't it?"
Xiong Jingyu nodded.
She lowered her head slightly, afraid to see the other's eyes—it was too hot.
Later, she made a slight pull, broke away, then stood up, made a gesture, and said eloquently:
"I think it's the owner of Yushu Building. The little girl's surname is Xiong, her name is Jing Yu, and she is from Jintang, Chengdu. He has been in the Tao for more than three years. However, unfortunately, the little girl's sect has fallen, and she has nowhere to trust, so she has come to take refuge. The little girl was scared and had the intention of escaping, but fortunately, my brother caught up in time and stopped me.
"I don't want the two of us to be stupid, forget the way back, and there is no one around to ask, and the night is too deep, so we thought about finding a room to avoid for the time being, so as not to accidentally bump into the secrets of Yushu Tower, so we found a house to come in.
"Our brother and sister have a lot of offenses, but it was my fault, just ask the landlord to punish me, don't blame my brother. ”
After some rhetoric, three points of shirk and seven points of begging for mercy.
Xiong Jing looked at the long wind in the past. Now the person couldn't move, only a pair of eyes were still round, staring at the owner of the Yushu Building, afraid of doing it again, as if he was anxious to protect her.
Xiong Jingyu looked at it and felt that this was a very silly appearance. But there was also a burst of warmth - when she wanted to laugh, she also made up her mind to excuse him.
However, Xiong Jingyu's rhetoric seems to be useless.
The lord of Yushu Mansion stood there, with no side movements, no side colors, only a pair of hot eyes, which became more and more tormenting.
He asked, "How far is Jintang •••••• from Xinjin?"
At this time, Ji Changfeng behind him moved, and it was his right shoulder that moved. The shoulder can move, and the right arm can also move. He immediately gathered in his right palm to thaw his chest and left shoulder.
This move caused some movement, which caused Xiong Jingyu to be very nervous: These two fools, should they take the initiative with Yushulou? But don't mess around—these two fools!
However, the owner of the Yushu Mansion waved his hand at this time. Xiong Jingyu saw something under the moon and shook it for a while, only to realize that it was a sleeve, and the frost on Ji Changfeng's body was completely resolved.
"Go downstairs. The lord of Yushu said coldly.
Ji Changfeng didn't understand, and sighed.
"I'll tell you to go downstairs. Someone will take you to get the money. ”
It turned out to be to let him go.
Xiong Jingyu sighed. However, Ji Changfeng was still there, very confused, and looked at the owner of Yushu Mansion and Xiong Jingyu back and forth.
Xiong Jingyu is in a hurry in the end.
She stomped her feet, waved her hands, and made many hints, but finally Ji Changfeng understood. So he turned around and went away.
Xiong Jingyu looked at him.
When the moon came, there was only a shadow, a little light, a little dim, as if it were about to disappear when it was blown—in the blink of an eye, it was really gone, and I could no longer remember the shadow, as if I had never seen it before.
At this time, a person in the room waved his sleeves, and a gust of wind passed, and the doors were closed one by one.
Xiong Jingyu was startled, his eyes came back again, and he looked at the owner of the Yushu Building.
He didn't look at her. So the room was silent, and the two men stood, and the moonlight flowed through the middle, and there was a sound.
"It's for Xuanju—you're here. ”