Snow Dome Palace(8)

Moreover, this is still the third watch in the middle of the night, running to a place where you shouldn't have come to come to a big walk, this and this, this is the rhythm of death!

The direction was dumbfounded, and I had to wait and see. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

But I saw that the yellow-shirted monk gently took out the mouse, and it seemed to hold a few sweet grains between his left palm, and after the mouse swallowed it in two bites, the guy actually kissed the mouse gently, and then carefully put it on the ground.

The mouse man stood up, his little eyes round and looking at the guy.

The man suddenly pointed at the top of the mouse's head, and then pointed to a row of courtyards not far away, and the mouse immediately lowered his body and quietly trotted towards the courtyard as if he had been commanded.

What is this going to do? Are you going to do that and dog thief? There was a conjecture in the direction of the moment. Yes, yes, yes, I used to see someone in a magazine who trained parrots to steal things. However, what I saw now was a mouse, and it was a mouse with a head and tail that was no more than the size of a fist.

If this thing actually goes in, how much money can it steal? Unless it picks up fine tickets! yes, yes, it must be. Unexpectedly, there is also such a thing in this snow-topped palace.

Thinking like this, the guy's curiosity was aroused, and he decided to see the results first.

But after seeing the yellow-shirted monk release the mouse, he immediately closed his eyes and meditated behind the flower bed, as if he was stable and didn't have to worry about it anymore.

It seems that this guy has been doing this trick for more than a day or two, but I'm afraid that it was exported in the casino, and it was found back like this, right?

It's just that it is said that those who can live in the core area of this Snow Dome Palace, except for some small repairs who are sprinkling and cleaning and listening to the calls, are at least monks above the soul washing, who is this guy going to steal?

Are you skeptical of those who are overhauled? Otherwise, it's those minor repairs at the same level as him, although there is not much oil and water, but it will be much safer, well, I'm afraid that's the case.

Xiang Qian looked at the guy from afar, and was even more eager to know the final answer.

After waiting for more than an hour, a black shadow flashed under the gate of the courtyard opposite, and the mouse trotted all the way back.

From afar, I could see that the little guy was not babbling anything as expected, even if it was just a small fine ticket.

Oh, did you miss tonight? Xiang Qian was so disappointed that it was as if he had gone empty.

The yellow-shirted monk waited until the mouse came to him, then he opened his eyes, his face was not gloomy, he still took out a few snacks and rewarded the mouse, and then put it back into the iron cage, covered it with a black cloth again, put it in his arms and hid it, and then, it turned out to be the same way back, without the slightest disappointment.

This time, it was the turn of someone to follow closely behind, that is, since this guy is sure to come and go freely, why should he take the risk, just keep an eye on him.

It's just that, along the way, this guy is puzzled in his heart, he obviously got nothing tonight, but how is that guy like no one, is it possible that the guy's heart is really good?

This time, Xiang Qian followed the man directly back to the residence, and was surprised to find that this guy actually lived in a room by himself. This treatment is obviously much higher than that of Xiao Lizi and others.

What is the origin of this person? On weekdays, I am clumsy, and I can't even see this person's extraordinaryness early.

After the guy entered the room, he didn't light the lamp, but took out a piece of Buzhou jade directly from a hidden mezzanine on the table, rubbed it gently, and took out a large piece of paper that seemed to be full of pictures.

This time, Xiang Qian was shocked again. There is still no Zhou Yu in this house, grandma, among these small repairs in the Xuanqi period, this net worth must be considered not thin!

The next moment, something happened that made the front glasses fall even more.

The guy flattened the big piece of paper on the bookcase, casually picked up a brush next to him, and scribbled on it.

I'm going to go! Master, I can see things at night, that's where the Ge Ling's vision realm has been opened earlier, you, you, you, you can even do it! So, this guy is at least an eye-opening realm!

I didn't see it, this guy is still a master of spiritual power! A minor cultivator in the Xuanqi period actually has an eye-opening spiritual power cultivation?

This guy thought of his own time, and couldn't help but laugh. That is, with you, the demon at the bottom, what's so strange about people entering the eye-opening realm during the Xuanqi period?

Hehe, sure enough, he is still a master in the people.

Just when there was a lot of emotion in front of the direction, the man had already finished smearing, blew lightly, dried the ink, folded it twice, and then put the picture into the jade again.

Watching the man go to bed and lie down in wide clothes, unless he has a habit of watching men sleep, he can only leave in a huff.

It can be said that from this day on, the direction of the front paid attention to this person.

Every day, when a group of minor cultivators gambled in the dark, this guy only looked at the side at most, and then retreated to a chaise longue in front of the back window of the big house, and drank a pot of fragrant tea that seemed to never be finished.

The strange thing is that no matter how many people are in the house, the big guys seem to be deliberately avoiding the world where this guy is located, and no one will disturb his leisure.

This guy is not polite, so he is so loud that he almost always sleeps in the shouts of the crowd, and only when someone enters or leaves the house, he will open his eyes and look at it, and then continue to close his eyes and recuperate.

It seems that this guy does have some identity among these people. The direction is more and more interested in it.

After observing for a few more days, I finally saw some clues in the direction. It turned out that although this guy was not directly involved in the gambling game, he must be the old village behind the gambling game.

Because, whenever the dealer deliberately eats all-you-can-eat, or deliberately puts some water, it is inevitable to look back at him intentionally or unintentionally, and only when there is no obvious stopping action in this guy, the dealer will continue.

It is even more obvious that when someone in the game offers to borrow on credit, and only needs to raise a small amount, the dealer must also look back at him and ask for his meaning. At this time, he either nodded or shook his head, which became the key to the success of the loan.

Dare to be affectionate, there is such a gold lord sitting in the house, and those small cultivators dare not respect him!

And once the gambling game is over, just wait for everyone to leave, I dare not say that it will not fall for a night, but almost nine times out of ten, it is time for this gang to go out - hey, a few days ago, I didn't know anything about it, what a waste of time.

At this time, the direction is carefully followed behind, and without exception, they can penetrate deep into the core of the Snow Dome Palace.

Even more invariably, every now and then, the guy would find a place to hide, then release the mouse, and let it trot towards the courtyard. Then, after waiting for more than an hour, when the mouse runs back again, the person will put the mouse away and go back the way it came.

It's just that at first, someone Fang judged that this rat must have gone to steal, but now it seems that it is very wrong. Because, every time, the mouse also returned empty-handed, no, empty-mouthed, without exception, if it really had to live by stealing, such efficiency, the company would have declared bankruptcy a long time ago.