Bao Cheng didn't seem to see the malice of Han Changmu and the two of them, and smiled heartlessly: "This elbow is not bad."
Han Changmu didn't even look at Bao Cheng and brought wine to drink with Li Yushan.
Yao Yao was immersed in his elbows, unable to raise his head while eating, and did not bother to talk to Bao Cheng.
Bao Cheng held up the bamboo chopsticks, and without any embarrassment, he shot left and right at his elbows.
He didn't care at all about the rule of not talking when eating or sleeping. He muttered vaguely while eating, and got close to Han Changmu.
He felt that since everyone came from Chang'an City, they were fellow villagers, and they were all young men from noble families. There was no shortage of common topics. It would be more difficult to get close to a young man like Han Changmu than to a reckless man like Li Yushan. Be lower.
Who would have thought that this guy was just a gourd with a sawed beak, and he ate slowly without saying a word to him.
It was so difficult that he tried to find someone to get close to, but in the end he chose hell mode.
Yao Yao watched Bao Cheng scratching his elbows absentmindedly, eating in small bites, and talking to Han Changmu while eating. Han Changmu ignored him, turned to chat with her, and couldn't help but smile.
No matter how you look at it, this black coal is not such a gentle person.
What's going on? It's too close, and there's not enough drama. Let's eat together.
Yao Yao was so embarrassed that even his elbows no longer smelled good.
Today, the inn is destined to have a prosperous business. People in the lobby are still eating, and someone enters the inn again, throws a bigger silver coin on the cabinet, and shouts with great arrogance: "Housekeeper, I want the best room in the upper room." Dear."
Still familiar with the mysterious voice and the same nouveau riche formula, Yao Yao looked up, raised his lips and smiled, his smile getting deeper.
Sure enough, strangers are strange in their own way, and familiar people like to get together.
Seeing Li Yuyan appear, Han Changmu smiled thoughtfully, but when he raised his eyes, he saw that Li Yushan seemed not to recognize Li Yuyan, and his expression did not even change.
He twitched the corner of his mouth, showing off too well.
Li Yuyan also turned a blind eye to Li Yushan, walked past him without looking sideways, and found a table in the corner to sit down.
Yao Yao didn't look at Li Yuyan anymore, but instead glanced at Bao Cheng.
Look at his acting skills, and then look at his acting skills.
This person is a proper acting type. Look at this piece of black coal. It doesn't matter that he doesn't have the looks to be an idol. However, his acting skills are also terrible, and he still insists on showing off his cowardice by sticking up to her.
Comparing people with others will lead to death, and comparing goods with goods will lead to throwing away.
Just after midnight, the watchman went further away.
In the deserted streets and alleys, there was silence, and the night wind swirled and sobbed.
The front yard of Yunlai Inn is dimly lit. At this hour, everyone is almost asleep.
It is precisely because of this that the backyard of the inn is brightly lit, and he did not deliberately lower his voice while busy.
On the high ridge of the roof, two people lay motionless, wearing night clothes tightly clinging to their bodies, quietly watching everything in the backyard.
In such a cold night, lying on the roof blowing the cold wind is a painful task.
Han Changmu's hands and feet were already frozen, but he didn't even move his fingers.
It wasn't that he was patient, but the roof tiles made such a clear sound, and the people in the yard were all martial arts practitioners. The slightest sound might startle them, so he didn't dare to take the risk.
He turned his head slightly and looked at Yao Yao, who had remained motionless for more than an hour.
It was a cold night, and a layer of pale night dew condensed on her long eyelashes. Occasionally, when she blinked, the dew hung on the tips of her eyelashes, trembling, but not yet falling.
Her face was already red from the cold, and the joints on her hands were also red from the cold, but she was still holding on to the ridge of the roof, motionless.
He nodded secretly.
She deserves to be from the Sixteenth Guards, but her determination is not comparable to that of ordinary little girls.
At this moment, in the streets and alleys adjacent to the backyard, the sounds of wheels rolling over pebbles were heard, clearly disturbing the night.
The sound stopped at the back door of the inn. No one knocked on the door, so the escorts in the backyard opened the door in tacit agreement.
Han Changmu and Yao Yao quickly looked at each other and continued to look calmly.
After the back door opened, no one came in. Instead, people from the backyard filed out. After a while, they turned back to the courtyard. When they came back, they had a masonry-like object in their hands.
The object was wrapped very tightly. The bright light fell on the escort's head, and a large deep shadow covered it, making it difficult to see clearly what was in his hand.
These people moved briskly and neatly. They quickly finished moving the things and closed the courtyard door.
The sound of wheels rang again.
Han Changmu pointed to the backyard and then to himself. Seeing Yao Yao nodding knowingly, he jumped up lightly, flew through the night, and flew away without making any sound.
Yao Yao secretly sighed, admiring him, and turned to look at the backyard.
After Han Changmu left Yunlai Inn, he did not fall to the ground. Instead, he stepped lightly on the high ridge of the roof. His figure flew quickly, like a frightened bird flying across the ridge of the roof, chasing the sound of the wheels of the car. And go.
It was an inconspicuous gray carriage. At this time, the carriage should be empty. The driver drove the carriage very quickly.
Han Changmu followed the carriage, hanging slowly.
In the deep night, the autumn frost soaked into the green brick floor. The ground was wet. In the sparkling water, dim yellow lamp shadows swayed gently in the wind.
After turning a corner, the gray shed carriage turned into a narrow alley. This alley was so dark that there were no lights and it was so dark that one could not see his fingers.
Han Changmu adapted to the sudden darkness, tilted his head to distinguish the sound of wheels, and then flew after him again.
The sound gradually faded away, and the gray carriage finally stopped at the end of the street.
Han Changmu hurriedly lowered his body and lay on the ridge of the roof, covering his figure with shadows, looking deeply at the carriage and the dilapidated wooden door.
The coachman jumped down and knocked gently on the door. He knocked twice, paused for three breaths, and knocked again three times and paused for four breaths.
Han Changmu was shocked. This code was exactly what was recorded on the fake leather found from Master Fei Yi.
He didn't move arbitrarily and waited patiently.
After only four breaths of waiting, the wooden door opened.
The moment the door opened, Han Changmu saw the dim candlelight flowing down in the courtyard, and the steaming heat permeating the candlelight.
The hot steam rose into the air and slowly dispersed in the night.
Han Changmu wrinkled the tip of his nose slightly. The hot air was mixed with the faint smell of medicine and alcohol, but his nose was not as sharp as Yao Yao's, so he couldn't tell what medicine or wine it was.
The situation was still unclear, so he didn't rush down to find out. He thought that if he still had time tomorrow night, he would ask Yao Yao to come with him. With her clever nose, he would definitely be able to smell what it smelled like.
He waited quietly for the driver to drive the carriage through the door and the wooden door closed before flying away.
After walking out of this dark narrow alley, he jumped off the roof, walked back slowly with his hands behind his back.
It was very windy and cold at night, and it was too easy to catch a cold if you were flying around. It was better to walk as it was time to eat.
What, the curfew is on, walking will break the night.
No, no, no, he is not afraid. He has a sign on his body that can knock down a group of people when shown.
The escorts in the backyard tidied up neatly, locked the door of the warehouse, and tiptoed upstairs to their rooms.
Yao Yao was still lying motionless on the ridge of the roof, even though the night wind was like a knife, scraping her face sorely, she didn't shiver.
It wasn't until she was sure that the backyard was empty that she cautiously jumped into the courtyard, suppressing the sound of landing as low as possible.
She hunched over and walked to the warehouse door, looked at the big lock hanging on the door, and raised her eyebrows.
She took out the silver needle pinned in her bun, poked it into the keyhole and flicked it. With a "click", the lock opened.
The moment the barn door opened, there was a very slight sound in the corner facing the barn door, like a low chirping of an autumn insect.
It was very dark in the warehouse, and under the dim moonlight, one could vaguely see the large boxes lying on the ground, all with locks on them, and the locks were sealed with wax seals.
Yao Yao took a step forward. Just as he lifted his leg and was about to take the second step, his eyes suddenly jumped and a faint light fell into his eyes.
She hurriedly retracted her steps and took a closer look. There were several threads as thin as gossamers crisscrossing her eyes, which looked very sharp.
She took a breath of air. These thin threads suspended silently seemed harmless to humans and animals, but they were deadly hidden weapons. If she hadn't reacted quickly, her legs would have been cut off by now.
It's a nice warehouse, but it's like a dragnet, and it even cuts people's legs.
She shook her head in fear and backed away slowly.
In the dark corner, a cold crossbow arrow was aimed at the open barn door.
The crossbow swayed slightly, as if a hand was holding the crossbow, and then suddenly let go.
The crossbow arrow was as fast as a shooting star, heading straight for the dark barn door.
The weak wind blew past his ears, and Yao Yao's eyes twitched.
She didn't think much and turned around as fast as the wind.
Only a few "swishes" were heard as the crossbow arrows passed through the thin wire and clanged against the wall.
The arrows were nailed extremely deep, and spider web-like cracks appeared on the wall.
Yao Yao's eyes narrowed fiercely, and he quickly retreated with tiny steps.
The crossbow arrows disturbed the thin wires, and there was a buzzing sound on the surrounding walls.
Only then did she realize that the thin thread was not used to cut the thighs, but to touch the organs.
She didn't turn around and quickly rushed to the door.
Just two short steps, it seems like the ends of the world are so far away.
The buzzing suddenly stopped, and there was deathly silence in the warehouse.
I saw bright cold lights shining in the dark warehouse. Dozens of small needles, as thin as an ox's hair, fell down between the interlacing light and shadow.
Yao Yao spun lightly, the whole crowd was like clouds returning to the snow, and the sword in his hand flashed with cold light.
The small needles jingled on the sword, and were swept away by the sword wind, and fell to the ground one after another, shining faintly.
There was silence in the warehouse for a moment.
Yao Yao cursed her mother.
She didn't stop, she held her long sword in a sword flower and pointed at the thin line that appeared at the barn door.
Immediately, she dwarfed, holding the long sword in front of her, and her whole figure floated away like a fallen leaf blown by the wind.
