After dealing with some intrusive waste, the leading monk had an expressionless face, as if he had just dealt with an insignificant little insect, and shook the blood-stained sword back into its sheath.
"Clean it up. Don't let the people in Zhongzheng Mansion take advantage of it." The man said expressionlessly.
"Sir, I have to wait..." The man standing half a step behind said hesitantly and glanced at the dilapidated house hidden in the darkness next to him.
"What do you want? Do you want your life? You don't have to use your brain to make do..." If you can do it easily, why do you need to act as a stone statue here in the middle of the night?
"Let's go. It's not advisable to stay here for a long time. The guy inside must already know about it." Of course, the old guys in Zhongzheng Mansion probably don't know either, otherwise they wouldn't tell the patrolling disciples to avoid this place. They were probably afraid of getting involved in their family's internal affairs... Those guys in the Zhongzheng Mansion were not as upright and upright as they usually preached.
Others actually knew better, but it was really annoying to have them give up when the clues were right in front of them, so this was also their last unwilling struggle.
The leading monk had already spoken out, and naturally they, the lower classes, could not stay. The group of people dealt with the situation before quietly leaving the dilapidated courtyard. The cool night breeze blew by, as if nothing had happened.
The oil lamp in the house flickers on and off. Unlike the popular glazed lamps on the market, the original light source brings a lingering sense of gloom and gloom to the closed room.
Feeling that the chilling atmosphere lingering around them dissipated, and those very annoying movements disappeared, the people in the room let out a long sigh.
After a long time, he said: "Finally, these people are gone." The young man's voice was hoarse, as if he was extremely tired.
"Come out. Those people won't come back."
The room was quiet, and the young man was not in a hurry. He stared at the darkened wick quietly, as if his whole soul had flown to the sky.
After a long time, there was a rustling sound in the room. It seemed that someone came out from somewhere. His breathing was a little heavy, and he seemed to be out of breath.
It took a while to finally calm down.
Then another male voice sounded in the small room. The voice was clear and clear, but for some reason, there was a bit of hoarseness in the clear voice. In the end, he couldn't help but hum a few times.
"Thank you."
Under the light, his face was clear and a little pale, with a long face with sharp edges and corners, as if he was about to leave the realm of youth and enter adulthood. The boy... let's call him a boy for the time being. An awkward smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Thank me for nothing."
"If they had just rushed in, I would probably have no choice but to confess you without hesitation. A semi-cripple like me can't even protect myself, but I can't protect you." The young man said harshly, with a sharp tone and a bit of coldness.
"They didn't come in in the end. You... didn't confess me either." The person opposite stood quietly for a while, and finally sat in front of the young man, looking into his deep eyes.
"Return the favor to you. After this incident, we are settled."
"You...it's time to leave too."
The room was quiet except for the gentle breathing of the two of them, and no one continued talking.
"Indeed, it's time for me to leave." The other party exhaled heavily, as if he was melancholy, and as if he had put down some baggage.
"Thank you very much for taking the risk to cover up for me today. I still owe you, and I will repay you in the future." The other party stood up and bowed deeply to the sitting master.
The boy, who was pale but had a strange expression, did not move. He did not even twitch his eyelids. His eyelids were slightly closed, as if he had fallen asleep and did not hear the movements of the person opposite him at all.
"This is all I have on hand. It may not be enough, but it is enough to delay your symptoms. This is just a reward for your care in recent days. I hope you can recover as soon as possible."
When he didn't get a response, the man wasn't annoyed. He put the priceless treasure on the table like a random weed on the roadside, fiddled with it, and then took something out and put it next to it. Then he turned around without any hesitation, as if he wanted to leave the boy behind.
"Take it back. What you gave me is enough. Besides, these things are destined to be useless if I hold them, but I am destined to only survive. You can keep them for yourself." The young man did not even look at the things on the table. The rare spiritual material on display was only faintly authentic.
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"Sir, I have to wait..." The man standing half a step behind said hesitantly and glanced at the dilapidated house hidden in the darkness next to him.
"What do you want? Do you want your life? You don't have to use your brain to make do..." If you can do it easily, why do you need to act as a stone statue here in the middle of the night?
"Let's go. It's not advisable to stay here for a long time. The guy inside must already know about it." Of course, the old guys in Zhongzheng Mansion probably don't know either, otherwise they wouldn't tell the patrolling disciples to avoid this place. They were probably afraid of getting involved in their family's internal affairs... Those guys in the Zhongzheng Mansion were not as upright and upright as they usually preached.
Others actually knew better, but it was really annoying to have them give up when the clues were right in front of them, so this was also their last unwilling struggle.
The leading monk had already spoken out, and naturally they, the lower classes, could not stay. The group of people dealt with the situation before quietly leaving the dilapidated courtyard. The cool night breeze blew by, as if nothing had happened.
The oil lamp in the house flickers on and off. Unlike the popular glazed lamps on the market, the original light source brings a lingering sense of gloom and gloom to the closed room.
Feeling that the chilling atmosphere lingering around them dissipated, and those very annoying movements disappeared, the people in the room let out a long sigh.
After a long time, he said: "Finally, these people are gone." The young man's voice was hoarse, as if he was extremely tired.
"Come out. Those people won't come back."
The room was quiet, and the young man was not in a hurry. He stared at the darkened wick quietly, as if his whole soul had flown to the sky.
After a long time, there was a rustling sound in the room. It seemed that someone came out from somewhere. His breathing was a little heavy, and he seemed to be out of breath.
It took a while to finally calm down.
Then another male voice sounded in the small room. The voice was clear and clear, but for some reason, there was a bit of hoarseness in the clear voice. In the end, he couldn't help but hum a few times.
"Thank you."
Under the light, his face was clear and a little pale, with a long face with sharp edges and corners, as if he was about to leave the realm of youth and enter adulthood. The boy... let's call him a boy for the time being. An awkward smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Thank me for nothing."
"If they had just rushed in, I would probably have no choice but to confess you without hesitation. A semi-cripple like me can't even protect myself, but I can't protect you." The young man said harshly, with a sharp tone and a bit of coldness.
