The courtyard with towering cranes is spacious, with a few solitary plants swaying in the evening breeze.
One of the red maples has bright red eyes, which are particularly bright at night.
The house is elegantly built, with Chinese-style structure and smooth overall lines. The roof is covered with dragon-patterned glazed tiles, reflecting the sparkling moonlight.
Walking all the way inside, he found that there were not many things in his house. In the center of the house, there was a huge six-armed Mahakala with wide eyes, bristling mane, a five-skull crown on his head, and his body was covered with snakes and human bones.
The terrifying majesty and terror.
Mahakala is the Dharma god who protects the cause, but Chen Xiangyin has never seen such an offering at home.
He Chongtian rolled up his sleeves and played with the tea set. The veins on his arms were abrupt and obvious even without exerting any force.
Chen Xiangyin's eyes fell on the gauze wrapped around He Chongtian's arm. The blood was already reflected. He was injured when she tied him up and he didn't have time to deal with it.
"What do you think about that video?" Chen Xiang asked.
"Is there any possibility of artificial hypnosis?" He Tongtian didn't raise his head and concentrated on pouring tea.
Chen Xiangyin raised his eyebrows, crossed his legs, and stacked his slender calves sideways: "That's what you thought of?"
"That's a supernatural incident." He Chongtian said and placed two cups of tea in front of Shen Xiangyin.
"Do you still believe this?" She looked at the tea on the left and then on the right.
"Believe it." He Chongtian stretched his arms back on the black leather sofa, "Why don't you believe it?"
She did not respond directly: "You said you wanted to help me, do you have any idea?"
He Chongtian nodded his chin in the direction of the teacup: "Why don't you drink?"
"Which drink?"
He Tongtian leaned forward, his eyes secretive: "Choose one of the two, it depends on your luck."
He was waiting for her here.
"Why don't I drink two cups?" Chen Xiangyin said.
"I'm not that open-minded. I'm going to help you. If you don't apologize to me, how are you going to bury the hatchet?"
Chen Xiangyin nodded, "Okay."
She ordered her troops, ordered a cup, and drank it all in one gulp: "The tea is good."
The corners of He Chongtian's lips curled up into a triumphant smile, and there was a danger signal in his eyes that was about to move.
The next second, Chen Xiangyin picked up another cup and drank it too.
He Chongtian was stunned for a moment. In fact, both cups had something added to them.
"Why are you panicking? I'm sincere. Why don't you wink at that guy and let him go? I can't get out of this door today."
After falling asleep, Chen Xiangyin found a comfortable position and curled up on the sofa.
He Chongtian pulled out the fruit knife from under the sofa cushion, but it didn't really make her disappear.
The woman in front of him had an exquisite figure. He held her chin without mercy.
The back of the knife was pressed against Shen Xiangyin's fair cheek. Chen Xiangyin's eyelashes trembled slightly and he suddenly opened his eyes.
He Chongtian was stunned: How did you do it?
The woman in front of him narrowed her cold almond-shaped eyes, and stuck out the tip of her delicate mouth with her raised lips. His mouth instantly became wet, and his whole body bounced away as if he had been electrocuted.
"What are you doing? You can't do it while I'm awake?" She changed her position and lay on the sofa, her curves even more sultry.
Jade arm stretched out, Chen Xiangyin grabbed his arm, held the big hand holding the knife, and stabbed his shoulder suddenly.
"You're welcome." She said calmly.
As he approached, He Chongtian tried his best to stop him, but the tip of the knife still penetrated.
Chen Xiangyin frowned slightly: "You didn't want to do it yourself. Can this put an end to the past feud?"
"Crazy." He threw the fruit knife on the table with a clang, took a few steps back and sat on the sofa.
Chen Xiangyin lowered his head and looked at his wound, then turned to face the back of the sofa, "I have to say, this sofa of yours is really comfortable, let me sleep on it for one night."
Anyway, Zhou Zheng left and no one took her down the mountain. He Chongtian said nothing and got up and went upstairs to rest.
…
Waking up in the morning, Chen Xiangyin saw He Tingtian feeding fish in an ecological fish tank not far away, staring at the big fish tearing apart the small fish with his dark eyes.
He noticed that she was awake: "You are so sleepy that you believe in me?"
"Well - at worst I lose my virginity, I won't lose either." Chen Xiangyin stretched his voice in a long voice, and heard He Chongtian's slightly disdainful sneer from afar.
She walked to He Chongtian's side. The wound on her arm still had no dressing.
"So careless?"
"What?"
Chen Xiang tapped his arm with her fingertips: "Is there anything to eat?"
He smiled to the sky, what did she mean by this hypocritical concern? It was obvious that every time he was trying to kill him, he was ruthless.
"You and I are no longer hostile, but that doesn't mean we are friends." He Chongtian took a step aside, seeing that she was trying to get close to him in her body language.
"I'll help you change your dressing and have a meal, right?" Kanhe Chongtian didn't respond, and then said, "Your arm will rot if it becomes inflamed."
"Who are you scaring?"
…
Chen Xiangyin was eating slices of bread, and He Chongtian was pressing his cell phone to send a message.
After devouring the food and barely chewing it, Chen Xiangyin patted the crumbs off his hands and waved to him: "Come here."
Crane stretched out an arm to the sky without raising his face.
After removing the gauze, the outward flesh and blood was shocking. Agarwood's hand was light and steady: "You haven't said anything yet, how can you help me?"
"We contacted someone and we went to see her at ten o'clock in the evening."
"who?"
"You'll know when you go there," He Chongtian said.
Chen Xiangyin nodded and carefully tied a bow with gauze for him.
"Handsome guy, are you dating someone yet?"
He glanced at her and didn't reply.
This empty house is a complete bachelor.
"Let's give it a try." Chen Xiangyin said lightly.
He Chongtian was shocked:? ? ?
"Are you sick?" He withdrew his wrapped hand and sat further away.
Chen Xiangyin disagreed: "Yes."
"Go to the hospital if you are sick. I told you that we are no longer enemies, nor are we friends. Besides, let alone whether I have such a plan, even if I do, I will not find a madman."
"Okay." Chen Xiangyin pinched two more slices of bread and ate them: "It's cold. If I could have a meal of sheep and scorpion hot pot... what would it taste like..."
He Chongtian ignored her, stood up and put on his coat: "I'll take you out, I have something to do."
"I also have something to do. Can your guy take me to the cozy garden in the south of the city?"
"What to do?"
"We are no longer enemies, nor are we friends, so why should I sue you?"
…
Agarwood was placed in Biluo Ancient Town by He Chongtian.
Touching your pocket, you have no money to take a taxi.
There is no way to go on like this. We have to find a way to make some money, and the hero also has to worry about fighting for rice.
I was walking down the street with this thought when I suddenly heard a familiar voice.
"Girl?" It's Wu Guihua, the aunt who took the video of her and He Chongtian fighting before.
Chen Xiangyin looked at the vegetable basket Wu Guihua was carrying: "What a coincidence, aunt, are you shopping for vegetables?"
"Go to my son's shop to cook." The aunt smiled. When she saw the tear marks on the leather robe on her side, she shook her head: "Been beaten again?"
"No, I'm done with that scumbag, completely."
The aunt put on a smile again: "That's good, what a charming girl. As the old saying goes, love comes from the heart, and that man doesn't seem to be a good person."
Chen Xiangyin echoed: "She has a face of domestic violence."
The aunt held Agarwood's arm and said: "My son has opened a calligraphy and painting shop in the ancient town. You can go and sit there when you have time. You young people also have something to talk about."
Matchmaking? Chen Xiangyin was thinking, this aunt thought she had no child and was still married for the second time. Why would she want to introduce her to her precious son?
The aunt then said: "My wife got sick last year and passed away. I am left with my son and a four-year-old girl. She has to look after the store. It is quite boring at times. You can move around if you have nothing to do."
"Okay. Madam, I still have something to do. I'll wait until I'm free before I go to your house to see you." Chen Xiang responded with a smile and walked quickly.
The aunt smiled from ear to ear: "Hey! Okay, my son's shop is on South Street. The name of the shop is Biluo Xiaoya. I think you look like a cultured person, girl. You two must be able to chat."
Agarwood bid farewell to my aunt and took the bus to Wenxin Garden. It was already dark.
It's really hard to do things when you're poor.
According to the address given by Zhai Xinhou, the intern on duty: Xiao Chen, rents a house here.
There was a water leak in the corridor. It was dripping and there was a damp and moldy smell in the air.
Chen Xiangyin knocked on the security door covered with small advertisements, but no one opened it. He knocked again, but there was still no movement.
She put her ear to the door, and there was a rustling sound inside the door.
someone here.
Agarwood twisted a small wire from the matchbox and unlocked it.
The moment she opened the door, the water inside poured out and soaked her shoes. At the same time, the strong smell of blood also hit her face.
In the room with no lights on, through the faint light behind the curtains, she saw the person she was looking for.
Xiao Chen was kneeling on the ground, waving his arms quickly and writing something densely on the wall.
Looking at the entire room, all the walls are covered with a string of identical words, layer upon layer.
"Xiao Chen!" Chen Xiangyin shouted sternly, running quickly through the water.
When I got closer, I saw that Xiao Chen was not holding anything in his hand. He was writing with his own hand.
The ten fingers have been worn down until only half of the little finger is bald.
