Dressed as Jackie Chan Aotian, countless big guys are vying to be my dog ​​licker

Xie Wangyan was pinched by the back of his neck and could hardly move.

He looked up at Sang Wuming, who had no smile at this time, and felt uneasy for some reason.

He didn't know why the cloak failed, and he didn't expect Sang Wuming to actually catch him. He carefully looked at the other person's expression, but found that the smile that had been on Sang Wuming's face was gone.

When he lost his smile, the gloomy and cold feeling on his body was revealed, making Xie Wangyan's goosebumps almost rise from his back.

Sang Wuming pinched the back of Xie Wayan's neck with his fingers, as if he was thinking about how to deal with this "little thief". He glanced out the window, which at first glance looked calm, and finally said to Xie Wayan: "Come in."

Xie Huanyan also heard the movement not far away. He could feel that when Sang Wuming lifted his cloak, there were already several eyes staring at him. After thinking about it, he guessed that it was probably Sang Wuming. A guard hidden in the dark.

As soon as Sang Wuming finished speaking, he loosened the shackles on him.

Xie Yanyan breathed a sigh of relief and was about to go around to the door, but Sang Wuming took his arm through the open window and took him inside. The kind and amiable appearance he showed was completely different from the other two.

When Xie Yanyan was dragged into the room, he immediately closed the window and placed a ban.

"Yue'er went to your place to make trouble."

"Yes." Xie Wangyan said bravely. Just as he was about to make up an excuse to complain because he was bullied by Jinchuanwu, he saw Sang Wuming walking to the painting table in the corner of the room.

His clothes were still hanging loosely on his body, and he didn't seem to care about the extra person in the room.

The scars running through the chest were clearly visible, not to mention the other scars scattered all over the body... Xie Wangyan looked at it for a while and couldn't help but feel a little distracted. He was curious about where these scars came from, but he also knew that this was not a question that he could inquire into.

"Come here." Sang Wuming stood in front of the painting table and said.

"Grind the ink for me." Sang Wuming held the brush in his hand. He didn't look at Xie Wangyan, but was just imagining the picture he was going to paint.

"..." Oh my God! He doesn't know how to grind ink or something like that!

Xie Wangyan swallowed the "I can't" that he almost blurted out, fearing that after saying this, he would be strangled to death by Sang Wuming if he had no use value.

He walked slowly to Sang Wuming's side and looked thoughtfully at the complete set of painting tools on the painting... Well, how do you grind ink?

Xie Yanyan tried to do what he had done in the TV series he had watched before. He lifted up his cloak and was about to start grinding ink, but Sang Wuming poked the back of his hand with the wet tip of his pen——

"You've never written before? Why are you so clumsy?"

Xie Wangyan should be angry, but——

"...Indeed, not before." Xie Wangyan said shyly. After coming to this world of cultivation, he really hadn't written much!

Even if I have written before, I have prepared pen and ink over there. I have never tried grinding ink myself!

Sang Wuming was also a little surprised when he heard this. He looked at Xie Wangyan up and down for a moment——

"Then can you understand the book skills on a daily basis?"

This makes you wonder if he is literate! Xie Wangyan said angrily, "...I still recognize the words."

Sang Wuming was noncommittal. He held the brush in his hand and looked down at the painting table in front of him, as if he had just made an excuse to let Xie Yanyan come over to study ink.

After a while he said, "Take off this cloak."

"It's really scary to have a head and hands floating here."

"..." You didn't say it earlier!

Since the cloak was no longer effective, Xie Yanyan simply untied it and put it in his Qiankun bag. Although he was not particularly smart, he was very good at observing the emotions of others... He could feel that Sang Wuming had no hostility towards him. .

Just as he was thinking about how to find out the information he wanted, he heard Sang Wuming say again: "Why did you hide Yun Yiyan's whereabouts?"

As soon as he heard Yun Yiyan's name, Xie Wangyan suddenly panicked, but in an instant he understood where Sang Wuming got the news——

It was definitely Jinchuan Wu who immediately ran to report to his uncle after leaving the yard!

I knew this person was unreliable and couldn't keep secrets.

Xie made false accusations, but still pretended to be stupid, "What did you say? Yun Yiyan? Who is this?"

"Heh." Sang Wuming didn't say anything, just laughed in a low voice.

"..." Xie Yanyan also knew that his performance was lame. He hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head to carefully observe Sang Wuming, who started to paint with his head down.

"How did you know that Yun Yiyan and I came in together?"

"Do you think your disguise is very clever?" Sang Wuming asked. He did not look at Xie Huanyan beside him. "After entering the city, he directly found an inn to check in, and then left suddenly. He changed soon after. Identity, disguised as a dandy and an exotic dancer..." He turned his head to look at Xie Yanyan after saying this, "How smart do you think you are?"

"Everyone who enters Huaxian City has a record. How come a dandy who has never appeared before suddenly appears, with rich assets and generous spending." Sang Wuming asked Xie Wangyan, "Where do you think these two people came from? Coming?"

Thank you for your silence.

Put it this way...it doesn't seem very clever.

He could feel that although Sang Wuming's words were full of ridicule towards Yun Yiyan, there was no obvious malice. He seemed to know the whereabouts of the two of them well, but he didn't interfere too much?

He was really not sure what Sang Wuming meant, so he simply asked a few questions——

"How did you discover me?" He wondered sincerely. After all, according to the system, this thing can deceive even a monk in the out-of-body stage, preventing the other party from discovering his existence.

Sang Wuming said without raising his head, "Jade Gardenia."

"what?"

"You have the fragrance of jade gardenia on your body." Sang Wuming said, "Although the fragrance of jade gardenia is light, it will take three days to gradually disappear."

When Xie Huanyan heard this, he immediately raised his arm and smelled it carefully, but did not smell any flower fragrance. He looked at Sang Wuming suspiciously, feeling that this man was probably lying to him.

But Sang Wuming lost interest in continuing to chat. He ignored Xie Huanyan and continued to draw something in front of the painting table.

Xie Wangyan wanted to leave, but he didn't dare to go directly. He stood aside and watched for a while, but he really couldn't understand what the dusty mess the other party drew was... and then he couldn't help but yawn. ——

"Go to bed when you're sleepy." Sang Wuming said without raising his head.

Xie Huanyan was overjoyed when he heard this, and immediately prepared to leave, but when he turned around, he was grabbed by the corner of his clothes——

"where to?"

"?" Xie Wangyan pointed at himself, "You didn't ask me to go back to sleep."

"I'll let you sleep here." Sang Wuming said, pointing at the couch in his room with the end of the paintbrush in his hand, "I will arrange for someone to take you away tomorrow morning."

Even though Xie Yanyan was a somewhat clear-headed and foolish man, he felt that something was not right about this matter. He quietly looked at Sang Wuming, but he did not understand what the other party meant——

So he coughed a few times and said, "...I stay here?" He repeated with emphasis, "Is this appropriate?"

"Why didn't you have this question when you invited me in the courtyard earlier?" Sang Wuming asked.

He put the brush aside and looked at Xie Yanyan, who was at a loss, and said, "Go to sleep." He still looked indifferent, as if all his previous appearances were just disguises.

"I'm not interested in a brat who just built his foundation."