Mu Qingyun raised his head and looked at Qiao Qing in front of him. He found a corner of the eaves and sat down. He took out a pot of old hawthorn wine from his handbag and started to drink it himself.
The moonlight was bright and the cool breeze was blowing. A piece of sweet-scented osmanthus blossomed downstairs in Xiaobai, and its fragrance was light and refreshing, making people feel very comfortable.
Qiao Qing was also a little surprised and said: "Little girl, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"
He raised his eyebrows, revealing an indescribable indifference: "At your age, it's okay to have such martial arts, but it was easier for me to kill a little master like you than to kill a chicken."
After all, he didn't like killing chickens because they would get feathers on them.
Killing is very simple.
Back then, bandits and gangsters were everywhere, and those who didn't kill people couldn't survive.
Mu Qingyun shook his head: "Here, sir is the owner and I am the guest. I have lived here for so long and I have never seen him do anything to me. There are so many people in the small white building and it is usually lively. I have never seen him kill anyone." You know, I've been living here for a few months. If you want to kill me, why wait until today?"
Qiao Qing smiled, her eyebrows softened, and she said with a smile: "It's good. Those old guys from Baiyun Sect used to talk about it every day, fearing that there would be no successors. Now it seems that there is generally no need to worry about inheritance."
"Your senior brother and I have an old relationship. For his sake, even if you slap me, I won't kill you."
Mu Qingyun: "..."
As for the gloomy tone of these words, not killing is roughly equivalent to saying that life would be worse than death.
It's just that the other person has Mr. Qiao's face, his voice is Mr. Qiao's, and even the scent of agarwood that he usually has on his body is exactly the same as Mr. Qiao's, so the sense of threat is greatly reduced, and Mu Qingyun's mood even relaxes a little. .
Qiao Qing finished eating the dumplings and took half a bottle of wine from Mu Qingyun. He was quite reasonable. He took out a military green kettle from nowhere and only poured half of it into the bottle. There was almost no difference in the quantity.
Mu Qingyun just blew the evening breeze and sat with him for a long time. Watching Qiao raise his arms, a flock of pigeons fell from the sky and cooed around him. At this moment, his cold face , the world-weary face suddenly showed a little liveliness.
The wind was getting colder and colder, and it took more than an hour. Finally, Mu Qingyun's cheeks hurt from the wind, and he looked around, ready to fly down the eaves and go home to sleep.
Qiao Qing's eyes did not fall on her: "The night Mao Aqin killed someone, someone entered your door."
His words were half questioning and half firm.
Mu Qingyun nodded.
Deep in Qiao Qing's eyes, two bursts of anger suddenly burst out, and she sneered again and again: "That's all Zhang Jingsong, considering that he has done some good things for a few years in the past, let him be tolerated, cats and dogs from other places can actually do this Dare to make a mistake in front of me."
Mu Qingyun glanced at it and guessed that this person was not angry because someone had entered her room, but he was unhappy because he had been tricked and tricked.
On the night when Mao Aqin killed someone, all the neighbors heard the news and ran to help. No matter where Qiao Qing was at the time, his attention must have been on the dead person, so someone took the opportunity to bypass his ears and ran to his room. Rummage.
Not only did Mu Qingyun keep every decoration in her room in mind, she could smell the smell even if a bird entered her door.
After the accident, she noticed something was wrong in the room, but nothing was missing. Besides, except for the few jewelry left by her mother, there were no important items in her room, and those jewelry, To put it bluntly, they are just external things.
At that time, there was a murder case, and human life was the most precious thing. Mu Qingyun forgot about everything else.
If the other party doesn't find what they want, they will always come back.
But now that the case has been solved, the thief has died down and never showed up.
There is no such thing as Mu Qingyun's bento.
Although there is an old saying, don't be afraid of thieves, just be afraid of thieves thinking about it, but now, Mu Qingyun doesn't even know what these people want, and she doesn't have it herself, so why bother asking for trouble?
She was alone and had no worries. Grandma Bai was protected by 'Qiao Qing', who obviously didn't dare to touch a finger. As for Jiang Si's family, she didn't resent them, but she didn't care much either.
Xiaobailou is located in the most prosperous city center of Xiong County, with the Inspection Department half a street away.
Inspector Li and the others seemed to have a headache for these masters every day, but that was just because they were patrols, and their hands were tied under various rules. If these masters really did something outrageous, even if they could fly and run, they could If it's faster than the breeze, how can it be faster than a bullet?
Now is not a period of catastrophe, nor is it the most chaotic period of post-disaster reconstruction. Although it is a bit sad to say it, in this era, the martial arts is already lonely, and most of the masters are old objects in the old pile.
Of course, if it were Qiao Qing on the roof of the building, if he really wanted to do evil, he would indeed leave some scars on the world. But just as my senior sister and master have shown countless times before, it is not easy for a martial artist to practice martial arts. Without perseverance and perseverance, one cannot practice peerless martial arts. A master like the one on the top of the building will do whatever he wants and deal with him at will. The kind of people who would take action against ordinary people would probably have gone crazy long ago and died.
Mu Qingyun left the last bit of wine to 'Qiao Qing', went back to his room, closed the curtains, put on his clothes and fell asleep.
Early the next morning, Mu Qingyun and Grandma Bai still ate soup dumplings, cooking the dumplings like wontons. Her bowl used soup stock that she had cooked early in the morning, while Grandma Bai used ordinary vegetable soup.
After all, she was old, and her blood pressure and blood lipids were a bit high. Even though Mu Qingyun looked at her pitifully for a long time, he only took a small spoonful and put it in her bowl.
The soup stock is made by boiling extremely fresh lamb bones for a whole day. Even if it is only a small spoonful, it is very fragrant.
Grandma Bai was in a bad mood recently because of Qi Meijuan's incident. Now that she ate the delicious dumplings, her expression finally became much calmer.
"We should give some of these dumplings to Xiao Li and the others so that they can have a good meal and replenish their brains."
Grandma Bai happily ate dumplings and drank soup, and said, "Yesterday, Xiao Li actually spread a rumor, saying that Meijuan had gone to see Mao Aqin. Mao Aqin was very tough-mouthed and didn't repent at all. He didn't know what was going on. Yesterday in prison, Everyone here was so frightened that they couldn’t control themselves. They kowtowed to Meijuan all night, and their heads were cracked.”
"Tell me, if I had known what I was doing now, why would I have done it in the first place? Even if I had repented earlier, I might have been able to avoid the death penalty."
Grandma Bai thought again that Meijuan was so pitiful, and it seemed not good to sympathize with Mao Aqin, so she stopped talking.
Mu Qingyun unconsciously looked towards the tall building through the window.
It was just a feeling that she thought 'Qiao Qing' might have seen Mao Aqin.
(End of chapter)
