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

The Foundation Establishment kid gritted his teeth. He walked to Sang Wuming's bed glumly, and then he smelled a very faint scent of incense - a mixture of jade gardenia and sandalwood.

He raised his head and glanced at Sang Wuming, who was still at the painting desk, and realized that he couldn't understand this person.

How come there are two people in front and one behind? !

In order to make it easier to visit the city lord's mansion at night, when he left the courtyard, he changed out of the dancer's clothes that were in the way and put on the cool clothes he usually wore. His hair was also raised high and tied into a ponytail. No matter how you looked at it, Dressed like a young ranger.

"...Do you recognize me?" Xie Yanyan said suddenly.

"It was uncertain before, but now it's certain."

Although it sounded like he was playing a riddle, Xie Yanyan still understood what the other party meant. Sang Wuming had been a little doubtful about his identity about a while ago, but now that he asked him directly, he had completely confirmed his identity——

It's the man at the tea stall.

Thinking of this, Xie Yanyan was no longer sleepy. He stood up straight and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Sang Wuming beside the painting desk. "How did you find out?"

Sang Wuming said nothing.

He pinched the paintbrush in his hand and glanced at Xie Wangyan, who was sitting on the edge of his bed. After changing into clothes that fit his body better and facilitated movement, the figure of the other person was almost exactly the same as the person he saw at the tea stall.

Because of his childhood experience, in order to kill those ferocious beasts to obtain hard-won resources, Sang Wuming was good at observing the bodies of people and ferocious beasts since he was a child, and looking for their weaknesses.

So after meeting the Orchid Dancer next to Yun Yiyan, he immediately connected their identities.

But there is no need to tell Xie Wangyan these things.

Xie Huayan, on the other hand, was thinking hard, "Did you poison the cake?"

Sang Wuming chuckled upon hearing this, "It seems that that person is fine."

"You!" Although he had asked Qingyu before, because the other party was not good at words, he was not completely sure what Sang Wuming was having, but now the other party suddenly admitted it.

Sang Wuming put down the brush in his hand and looked at Xie Wangyan aside, "Disguised his identity and sneaked into the city, used his identity to gather information, and by the way, he contacted my nephew..."

"He will be deceived by you because of his innocence, but I will not."

After hearing Sang Wuming's words, Xie Wangyan suddenly realized something at that moment - this was the world of cultivation.

This was not a novel he was reading, it was a real world where the jungle prevailed.

As a monk in the out-of-body stage, it would be easier for Sang Wuming to stretch out one finger and crush him and Yun Yiyan to death than anything else. The reason why he had not done anything until now was probably because the purpose was indeed not them.

That was not them, but Sang Wuming suddenly killed him at the tea stall. There is probably only one reason -

Lizhou.

"...because I said I was from Lizhou?" Xie Wangyan asked in silence for a moment.

Sang Wuming did not answer directly, but only talked about a few things.

"Have you been to Lizhou?"

"...Never."

"No one who has been to Lizhou would make up such a lie." Sang Wuming walked up to Xie Wangyan who was sitting on the edge of the bed. He lowered his head and glanced at the other person's exposed neck, flawless face, and fair skin. A complexion as fresh as snow.

Even at the tea stall, the other person covered his face. When he reached out his hand, Sang Wuming still saw the skin on the other person's hand.

"People in Lizhou don't have such perfect skin." Sang Wuming said.

"Lizhou is windy all year round. This wind comes from the evil wind from the ancient battlefield. To mortals, it is like cutting flesh with a blunt knife. If you are not careful, it will leave bloodstains. It is also extremely difficult for monks to endure."

He bent down and reached out to hold Xie Wangyan's hand, "Lizhou people's hands are not like this."

Because of the bone-shrinking technique, Xie Wangyan's entire figure was smaller than usual, and Sang Wuming, who was already tall, could just fit his palm into it.

"When you make up lies to deceive people in the future, you should also look for places you have visited."

Xie Wangyan could feel the familiarity with Lizhou in Sang Wuming's words... He looked at the countless scars on Sang Wuming's body, "...are you from Lizhou?"

"I'm not." Sang Wuming said.

"You haven't heard of my hometown."

Xie Wangyan immediately remembered what the system had said about the valley town dozens of miles outside Lizhou, where jacarandas were planted.

He vaguely felt that he had some clues about Sang Wuming's past, but he was missing the most important thing, and he felt more and more like a loser.

Perhaps it was Sang Wuming's calm attitude at this time that made him bolder.

Or is it……

He looked down at the red thread still tied to his little finger.

The red line that only he could see slowly extended along his little finger to Sang Wuming's little finger.

——It is said that the longer you wear it, the more you will become a love brain.

Xie Wangyan felt that he didn't have any feelings for Sang Wuming yet, but he still decided to take a gamble.

He thought about Sang Wuming's expression, and then simply asked the question in his heart——

"I saw a study in the yard..."

"...When Jinchuan Wu attacked me just now, he used a spear." He simply said it directly, "I saw a training notebook in the study, which was related to the spear."

"I don't think his spear is ordinary..."

He rambled on, but did not dare to get to the point directly.

Sang Wuming just looked at him, his face still looking cold and indifferent, but the hand holding Xie Yanyan was slowly tightening.

"Just say what you want to say." Sang Wuming said.

He let go of the hand holding Xie Yanyan, "Since you have already guessed it, why not just say what you want to ask."

"That's your brother-in-law and your sister's study?" Xie Wangyan asked bravely.

"Yes." Sang Wuming admitted frankly.

"Those are my brother-in-law's training notes, and Yue'er is also their child." He laughed when he said this, but the smile did not reach his eyes, "Why be so nervous? Everyone in the city lord's palace knows this. .”

"The monks who have been in the city for a long time also know about this." Sang Wuming seemed to have recalled something.

"On the day of the wedding, the Flower Fairy City, which did not have jacarandas in bloom, was filled with jacarandas. The entire Flower Fairy City was a dreamlike blue-purple color."