east corner

The two looked at each other and left silently.

When Gong Wunian came back with him, he searched the entire Hu Mansion up and down, but couldn't find Hu Xuan.

Returning to look a little lonely.

Gong Wunian sighed lightly, and was about to say something when suddenly his expression turned serious, and he said in a low voice: "Not good."

The next moment, Zhong Gui felt Gong Wunian's hand tighten around his waist, his eyes blurred, and when he opened his eyes again, he opened them slightly.

Zhong Gui was lying in Gong Wunian's arms.

This is not the inner courtyard of the Hu Mansion, but the room where the master lived.

He was about to raise his head, but was gently pressed by Gong Wunian in his arms, the scene turned so fast, before he even had time to take a breath, he heard something rustling on the ground.

The voice was intermittent, Gong Wunian said to Chonggui via voice transmission: "Close your eyes."

Returning eyes blinked, and according to what the master said, he closed his eyes.

The eyes lost sight, but the ears and nose became more sensitive. The rustling sound was clear, but what was clearer than that was the indistinct breathing of the master. Also, on the master's body, that smell Dark fragrance.

Hui Gui shrugged his nose involuntarily, and the faint fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose.

Really fragrant.

When I usually follow the master's side, the fragrance is very faint, if I don't have the intention to smell it, I won't smell it at all.

It seems that only at such a distance can one truly smell the fragrance of the master's body.

Back in front of my eyes, I was in a trance for a while.

The fragrance surged into his nose, and a broken picture flashed in his mind for a moment.

It seemed that he had been like this... lying in someone's arms.

This thought made Hui Gui's body tremble uncontrollably.

Gong Wunian noticed his strangeness, and asked him in a low voice through voice transmission: "Return, what's wrong?"

Returning to bury her head in Gong Wunian's embrace, she slightly shook her head.

After a while, the rustling sound gradually faded away, as if it had gone out.

Gong Wunian's arm loosened slightly, and he lightly pressed the arm that had returned to the side with his hand, helping him to sit up.

The two looked towards the door together, only to see a dim gray mark on the ground, which was slowly disappearing, and soon, there was no trace left.

Gong Wunian looked at the circle of marks, a trace of doubt flashed deep in his eyes, but he didn't show it.

Zhong Gui frowned slightly: "This is..."

Gong Wunian laughed lowly: "It seems that there are quite a few monsters in Hu's mansion who are curious about us."

When he said this, he immediately realized that he had seen it in the Buddhist scripture pavilion before, that the Yaozu had a kind of spiritual art called disrespect, in which ears and eyes grew out of hands and feet, and they followed the instructions of the caster, quietly and silently. Sounds sneak into people's houses to eavesdrop and peep, leaving faint traces when they come and go, but they disappear quickly.

There are countless spiritual arts of the monster clan. This kind of spiritual art is not the most brilliant one, and there are traces left. It is not common for monsters to use it. Even in the Buddhist scripture pavilion in Lanke Mountain, it was only mentioned briefly, so that there is no return. Immediately thought of.

"You know it's rude, but you still want to listen and watch, why do you say, Chong Gui?" Gong Wunian lowered his head and asked him, Chong Gui realized that the distance between the two was too close.

He got off the bed in a panic, and stood by the side of the bed, only then remembered to answer Gong Wunian's question: "I, I don't know either."

Gong Wunian propped up the bed with one hand, leaning on it, as if he knew that he would react like this a long time ago, smiled and shook his head helplessly: "Let's not talk about them." He turned slightly serious: "Hu Xuan's Master will definitely find him, don't worry, you know?"

"Okay." Returning his head, he said, "Master, if there is anything I can do to help you, I will do my best."

"You've always been like this." Gong Wunian got up, and patted him tenderly: "Your body has just recovered, and you still need to cultivate. Go back and rest."

Chong Gui didn't notice that Gong Wunian's hand was on his shoulder, and an insignificant light went down Gong Wunian's palm and penetrated into his body.

"Yes." Replied, and then exited the room.

After returning to close the door, the smile on the corner of Gong Wunian's mouth slowly faded away.

He coughed a few times, looked at the place on the ground where the traces disappeared just now, and fell into thought.

It's not that he doesn't want to stay for a moment of reunion, but the trace left by the 'rudeness' just now makes him feel that something is wrong, and there is a faint familiar feeling, but it is extremely slight and unreal.

Gong Wunian waited for a while, until there was no sound outside, he repeated his old trick, and with a wave of his hand, the bed became more airy.It looks the same as him, this is a clone he created with a little mana, if anyone approaches this room, with the clone here, it will be able to resist for a while, and it will be enough for him to come back to deal with it.

As for why he didn't put the return pair in the return room just now, but put them together...

Gong Wunian disappeared into the room.

Although the traces left by 'rudeness' will disappear soon, but it is a kind of spiritual art after all, maybe you can't find it again, but there are few people in the world who are as cultivated as Gong Wunian. If you insist on investigating , can also find some traces.

His eyes were emitting a pale golden light, and he followed the very faint trace to trace the past, and after entering the courtyard a few times, the trace became fainter and fainter.

Not only that, the trace was originally a path just now, the more you pursue it, the more scattered the traces become, and gradually spread out in all directions.It is impossible to follow.

Gong Wunian stood at the point where the traces of the spiritual arts began to disperse, squatted down, rubbed the ground with his finger bones, frowned slightly, thinking about what was going on.There is only one caster, why is there such a situation?

What's more, the trace follows the caster. Originally, the closer it is, the heavier and more solid it should be. Why is it getting weaker and weaker?

Gong Wunian thought about it, and only thought of one possibility, the caster might be underground.Only in this way, crawling from the ground to the ground will cause the trace to be shallow in the front and deep in the back, but why come from so many directions... He was thinking about it when he heard movement in the yard.

Gong Wunian wasn't worried that he would be noticed, so he got up temporarily.

The door of the house in the middle of the yard was opened, and it was the two brothers who were in charge of the house who came out.

Gong Wunian actually followed the traces of spiritual art to the courtyard where the two of them lived.But obviously, this technique was not performed by these two people.

They didn't notice Gong Wunian, they were still talking to themselves.

Hu Yu frowned: "Brother, almost everyone from all clans has arrived. This birthday banquet is very important. Those old things in the clan used to support the old fox king. If they promised us at a critical moment, they would turn their backs and come out." What should I do if something goes wrong?"

On Hu Yue's gentle face, there was a sneer that was completely inconsistent with it: "Do you think they really support the old fox king? They are just a bunch of selfish things. Who will let them board Yunshizhou and re-rank The gods, who will they really support. We will do what the old fox king failed to do, so why are they dissatisfied?"

Gong Wunian looked at them coldly until they left the yard.

He lowered his head and looked at the ground again, suspecting that the two were looking for him, so he had to leave first.

Find another time to explore again.

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