After death with the master

After he finished speaking, he also realized that something was wrong.

Zhou He gently rubbed the tip of his chin with the pulp of his index finger: "What did you hear about Yusu's death?"

Widow Chen: "Actually, no one has seen Miss Yusu's death, but suddenly one day Miss Yusu stopped singing on stage, and the troupe said she was seriously ill... But half a month later, news of Miss Yusu's death came out. After the news of his death, the theater troupe left Tanzhou. I don’t know where they went, but I also heard about it from disciples of the Taoist sect.”

He scratched his head: "I'm not very interested in these, so I didn't pay much attention. If Brother He needs it, I'll go and find out?"

Chen Widow's ability to adapt is indeed too strong. If others know the identities of Ning Sui and Zhou He, they may not be able to calm down for a long time, or even treat them normally.

But not only did he calm down quickly, he was able to talk to them naturally, and even dropped his honorifics under Zhou He's casual comfort.

Zhou He's fingers left his face: "No need, just ask that Mr. Li."

He glanced at the bone whistle in the box: "Since he left this thing for you, it is a clear provocation."

When he finished speaking, Ning Sui looked up at him.

I saw Zhou He smiling a little carelessly, with his hands folded and hugging his chest, his brows and eyes were lazy and a little cold.

Anyone would feel that he had such emotions because of Yusu.

Ning Sui is no exception.

After all, this man has taught and guided him many times, and told him the goodness of this world.

However, Zhou He asked, "Does Mr. Li know you, Brother Ning?"

Chen Widow said "ah": "...I know...I told him, and basically everyone who knows me knows Brother Ning..."

Zhou He twirled his fingers: "Little friend."

He looked at Ning Sui with a chuckle: "He's provoking you."

Ning Sui simply turned around and faced him, Chen Widow scratched his head: "Why did Li Jin provoke Brother Ning?"

Zhou He also wanted to know this question, so he looked at Ning Sui, who frowned, and finally asked, "Who is he?"

Ok.

That's a great question.

As soon as this question came out, the entire inn fell silent.

This time, before Widow Chen could speak first, Xiao Er cautiously said something next to them: "...Master Ning, Mr. Li brought zongzi to see Master Chen on the day of the Dragon Boat Festival, so I had a few words with you .”

It's just that you haven't even looked at anyone, let alone opened your mouth.

Xiao Er silently made it up in her heart.

Ning Sui moved his lips, his lip color was too light, showing a sickness, before he could say anything, he coughed.

Then he raised his left hand and tilted his head and coughed a few times, the drooping eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, making him thinner and lifeless even more.

Only his slightly heaving and shaking chest and shoulders from the coughing vibration made him look less like a dead work of art.

Ning Sui put down his hands, still without any emotion: "No."

He meant that he had never spoken to that Mr. Li.

What he said was obviously explaining a fact, but Chen Widow inexplicably felt like Ning Sui was explaining something to Zhou He.

Widow Chen pinched herself—is he crazy? !

"Yes." Zhou He spread his hands: "I guess you don't even make eye contact, so don't expect you to have an impression on others."

That's what he said, but Zhou He took back all the inexplicable thorns on his body, put his hand on Ning Sui's head and squeezed it: "You won't provoke someone like this, will you?"

Ning Sui raised his hand to pat his hand down, but didn't answer.

Widow Chen: "Well...Actually, I think the way Li Jin looks at Brother Ning is not quite right. I didn't think too much about it at the time, I just thought he was interested in Brother Ning. After all, a person like Brother Ning is very mysterious at first sight. He also asked me a few words about Brother Ning's background and so on, so I didn't think much about it."

"What's more...Brother Ning, you told me to stay away from him before." Chen Widow paused: "Your original words were 'that person is a bit weird just now, don't get in touch with him'."

Ning Sui stopped there for a moment, as if time stood still.

Zhou He was not in a hurry, and after waiting for a long time, Ning Sui raised his eyelids.

Zhou He: "Remember?"

Ning Sui nodded his chin coldly, but still didn't speak.

Zhou He twirled his fingers: "Just remember, let's go. Go find that..."

He turned around and walked a few steps, then turned his head to look at Ning Sui who followed him silently, and said in a teasing tone: "Look at Mr. Li, who doesn't look right with our children."

Ning Sui raised his eyes coldly.

Rao is a person like him, who will always be aroused by Zhou He to have some other emotions.

Fortunately, he didn't practice the ruthless way like the patriarch, and he didn't listen to other people's advice to practice the ruthless way. Otherwise, with such a master, he might go crazy halfway.

Chen Widow took out the yellow talisman Xie Mu gave him, lit it with his weak spiritual power, and notified Xie Mu.

Zhou He had never been to Li's house, so Chen Widow could only tell him what was nearby, so Zhou He found a place he had been to and opened the door.

The highest state of a warlock is to be able to use the magic circle to derive existences other than the eight elements, such as space.

It's just that this thing is not easy to use, and it can only be opened in places where Zhou He has been.

Ning Sui was the first to step in, and when he entered, he suddenly had an idea.

How could he have been near the inn?

Then what appeared in front of Ning Sui's eyes was the gradually bustling street.

He walked out of the forest, and the sleeve robe was covered with morning dew as he brushed over the wild flowers beside him, but the wet marks quickly dissipated.

Because one of the dense golden runes on the left sleeve of the cassock on his body is a purification spell.

Ning Sui didn't know much about the others, but this purification mantra was familiar to him because he had seen Zhou He use it many times.

The purification spell was also the reason why Ning Sui felt that the person who made him this cassock loved him so much that it was distorted.

He restrained him with the robe, protected him, and took all aspects into consideration.

"Hiss, it's so cold." Ning Sui heard Widow Chen complain behind him: "It's only September now, and it's getting cold in the morning. What if it's October?"

Ning Sui didn't look back, but just stopped there and waited for him to go to the front to lead the way. Widow Chen passed by him, and finally couldn't help asking: "...Brother Ning, are you afraid of the cold?"

Ning Sui didn't even look at him.

Thinking that he saw Zhou He who was a little more cheerful, Widow Chen pursed his lips aggrievedly.

"It used to be." Zhou He answered slowly: "Not now."

He paused, then smiled: "But your brother Ning's body temperature is colder than this weather."

Widow Chen didn't think much, just said: "After all, what's the matter, Brother He, you are the same."

Zhou He, whose body temperature was higher than normal, twitched his fingers and didn't answer the words.

Chen Widow walked in the front and took the two of them to find Mr. Li. While rubbing his arms, he took out the unfinished pancake from his sleeve: "Li's house was renamed 'after Li Jin took over'. It is said that every month, literati and refined scholars will gather in Li’s house to hold a poetry meeting, and every spring, summer, autumn and winter, Li Jin will organize friends to go to the suburbs to collect scenery.”

He paused: "I heard people from Xuanmen say that he seems to be quite talented, but because the fortune-telling test said he is not suitable for this line of work, he didn't do this job."

Ning Sui raised his eyelids, he thought of something.

Zhou He twisted his fingers: "What does he think?"

Chen Widow: "Then I don't know, but to be honest, I had a good impression of him before this incident. He is gentle and generous, humble and polite, and he doesn't pretend to be pretentious, and he doesn't look down on anyone. He is the same as Taoist He has a very good relationship, and there is no one in Tanzhou who doesn't know him. Brother He, if you go to the street and ask casually, no one who mentions him will say anything bad. At most, you may think that he is a little..."

He scratched his head: "Ke parents?"

After saying these three words, Ning Sui curled up his hands that were hanging casually.

The slender and sharp lifting thread was tightened by his movements, and it hurt him so much that it was almost embedded in the skin and forced to bleed out.

Until Zhou He's hand gently squeezed his wrist.

The scorching heat was still transmitted through his sleeves and inner garment.

Climbing up Ning Sui's skin little by little, it penetrated into his bone marrow and melted all the ice in his bones.

Ning Sui raised his eyes and turned his head to cast a sideways glance at Zhou He.

Zhou He's eyes that fell in front of him turned to him.

His originally dull expression suddenly burst into a smile, which was the look Ning Sui was most familiar with.

A little careless and lazy, like a no-nonsense demeanor.

But it was just like this that made Ning Sui's hand relax a little bit.

He didn't need to look to know that his broken hand had been strangled with countless red marks, and there might even be blood on the palm, but there was no sign of pain on his face.

Chen Widow, who was biting a biscuit and chattering in front of her, didn't know where the topic was going, so Ning Sui scratched his wrist slightly.

Zhou He seemed to want to say something, but finally let go of him.

Ning Sui's tense heart fell down inch by inch and cautiously.

As the heat on the wrist dissipated little by little, it sank to the bottom of the icy lake again, allowing the cold to erode itself.

But the next second—

Zhou He raised his sleeves with the back of his hand, pressed his handle and held his hand.

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