The old man said happily: "Okay! Wait, you have eaten my sugar gourd, you can guarantee that you will recognize this store next time! Give you two skewers of fresh food!" Xue Hai stretched his neck and waited for him to brag about his house slowly, cutting off two skewers of sugar gourds that had just been made on the board and still carrying hot ones, and handed them to her.

As soon as I took a bite, the crunchy and sweet sugar had a moist and refreshing sourness: "Well! it's so fragrant!" Xue Hai was so happy that he almost jumped up. "Brother Junhe, it's delicious!Huh?"

Looking back, the black-clothed Xie Junhe had disappeared without a trace!

Suddenly remembered that he had just seen the strange appearance on the street, and suddenly understood that this was another trick of the golden cicada to shed its shell.

"Hey, where's the guy who paid the bill just now?" Xue Hai asked the old man.

The old man squinted and smiled, shook his head and said, "Businessman, just do business." Don't look, don't ask, don't listen!"

Xue Hai bared his teeth and chased after him casually with a sugar gourd.

Xie Junhe had already chased the short man who came out of the wall two streets away.

The short man continued to look left and right, and two taller swordsmen in cloth came from across the street and smiled and gathered around. These two faces, this extremely tall figure, this silent pace, Xie Junhe knew at a guess: they were also blood ghosts in disguise. The tall man teased the short man, "Yo, brother, let's go and drink the flower wine again?"

Who expected that the short man stubbornly retorted: "Do you two want to take care of it? It's not Lao Tzu on duty, what's wrong with drinking flower wine?"

The tall man hooked his shoulder with a strong arm and squeezed him under the armpit: "Aren't you on duty?

"Nonsense! Don't threaten me with Boss Li!" the short man broke free from the two of them with great dissatisfaction.

"The temper is really not small!" the two looked at each other and smiled, and said to the back, "Old rule, get some wine from Huayue Building, otherwise don't try to block our mouths!"

The short man grinned, "What day did you treat the brothers?" the three of them laughed and parted ways at the intersection.

Xie Junhe snorted coldly, and said in his stomach: I haven't come back for eleven years, and all I see are fresh faces, but Huayuelou's business is still open.

The short figure shimmered in the crowd, but turned the corner next street that should have gone straight. Isn't it going to Huayue Tower? Of course, which person who goes to drink flower wine will have a lot of worries and go around the streets? Xie Junhe is even more sure that this person has an ulterior secret.

The short man suddenly abandoned the main road and turned into a sparsely populated alley. The alleys on the north shore are like a labyrinth, and he often goes around in circles in this labyrinth, and Xie Junhe gradually finds that this twist and turn is completely impossible to guess the direction of his destination. Every time, when he thought he would go south, he always turned back to the north from another way. The alley grew quieter and quieter, so quiet that only the two of them were left, and no one else. Xie Junhe lightened his pace. Back then, he was able to get so quietly close to his prey and kill the killer, and today, he can hide in the shadows like this, without being discovered.

Finally, the short man looked back vigilantly, smiled slightly, let go of his hands and feet, and turned sideways towards the endless shack.

Hut?

That's right, it's still the shack in his heart. It's just that the displaced people in this shack don't know where they have been cleared. Xu is for safety, what means did Qin Xiao come up with.

But what is the origin of this short man? Xie Junhe will never believe that he is simply Li Luo's subordinate.