Xiao Nuo ignored her and entered the room with a straight face, looking up and down at the layout of the room.

Xiaoyao lowered his head and followed her like a child who had done something wrong, his expression full of anxiety.

"Not bad, better than mine."

A moment later, after Xiao Nuo visited all the rooms, he opened his mouth and said the first sentence.

"I……"

Xiaoyao couldn't tell whether she was happy or angry in her words, her lips were trembling and she didn't know how to speak.

Xiao Nuo sat down on the sofa, looked at her with sharp eyes and sneered: "Now you are so powerful, you have learned to run away from home."

Xiaoyao lowered his head and didn't dare to say a word. He thought aggrievedly that they just moved out because they felt sorry for you and were embarrassed to see you.

"Sit down, what are you doing standing there?"

Xiao Nuo said calmly as if nothing had happened, which made Xiaoyao's heart beat loudly. He sat down far away from her, not even daring to sit down on his buttocks.

"What are you doing so far away? Come here!"

Xiao Nuo glared at her angrily and patted the place beside her.

Xiaoyao sat down obediently. She was in awe of this eldest sister from the bottom of her heart.

"You have never lived alone outside. Do you know how to clean up the house?"

Xiao Nuo looked at Xiaoyao who was sitting next to her like a frustrated daughter-in-law, and her tone became gentler.

"I...I can learn!"

Xiaoyao bit her lower lip and said weakly.

"Study? You have so much to learn. Can you wash clothes and cook? Can you clean? Even if you move out to live by yourself, can you take care of yourself?"

Xiao Nuo shook his head speechlessly. Xiaoyao was good at business, but he was an idiot when it came to housework. He couldn't even cook noodles.

"I...said as if you could."

Xiaoyao muttered in dissatisfaction, thinking that during this period of time he lived with her, he either had to take out or eat instant noodles, and even the next noodle was half-cooked.

"What did you say?"

Xiao Nuo's voice raised an octave unconsciously, and Xiao Yao was so frightened that she trembled all over and said with a smile: "I said you can do everything."

"That's pretty much it. I've been living independently for more than two years."

Xiao Nuo said somewhat complacently.

"Well, Sister Nuo is indeed amazing."

Xiaoyao flattered her very much against her will.

"Okay, stop flattering me and follow me down to get your luggage."

Xiao Nuo stood up and said without any doubt.

"What luggage?"

Xiaoyao raised his head and looked at her in astonishment, with a confused look on his face.

"You've been living in my place for free for so long. If I come back without food and accommodation, wouldn't it be a huge loss?"

Xiao Nuo said with a somewhat unnatural look on her face. She was just jealous and worried about Ding Ning and was in a bad mood last night.

It's incredible.

I couldn't save my dignity and called her, so I took a day off and searched for her all over the world. Fortunately, she was a criminal police officer and had some detective experience, so I finally found her along some clues.

After learning about her new residence, she returned to where she lived, and the rent there was about to expire. After hesitating for a long time, she made up her mind to move in with her.

But as the eldest sister, she couldn't admit her mistakes so straightforwardly. It would be very embarrassing, so she found an excuse that was not a reason and wanted to move in with her.

Xiaoyao opened her mouth in surprise, "Sister Nuo, are you not angry with me anymore?"

"Am I such a stingy person?"

Xiao Nuo snorted coldly and walked out with her head held high proudly.

"Wait for me, I'll help you carry your luggage." Xiaoyao was so excited that she followed him.

By the time the two of them came up with big and small bags to salute, they had already returned to their original closeness.

They tidied up the room together, and after finishing tidying up, they lay on the sofa with their masks on, talking and laughing. It was obvious that the relationship between the two had once reached a freezing point.

Xiaoyao's face was filled with a happy smile. She knew that the unpleasant period was over and they were still best friends.

However, Xiaoyao knew that what she did with Ding Ning before was indeed a bit hurtful, so she thought that when Ding Ning came back, she would let him take Xiao Nuo away, so that she would not be unbalanced and become jealous.

Women who are not nourished by men are prone to bipolar disorder, not to mention a detective like Xiao Nuo who deals with homicide cases all day long. It is strange that he is not irritable.

Just as the sisters were getting back together, Ding Ning and others had finished their meal and were ready to pay the bills and go home to rest.

At this moment, Ding Ning suddenly smelled a faint aroma. Before he could react, the noisy Guijie Street suddenly became quiet, and everyone fell into a deep sleep.

Even Luo Zhicheng and others' eyelids sank without any warning, and they fell asleep on the table. The only two people at the scene who could still stay awake were Ding Ning and Yagyu Adai.

The noisy Guijie Street was silent for a moment. This strange scene made Ding Ning's pupils shrink violently into a glow. Yagyu Qandai looked around blankly, wondering what was going on?

Ding Ning stood up, looked into the darkness as if facing a formidable enemy, and said loudly: "Who is this master? Please come out and see him."

"Hey, Thousand Miles of Drunkenness has no effect on you? It's interesting."

Following an old scream, four murderous old men walked from both ends of Guijie Street. The one who spoke was an old man with a big mouth.

…

In Yan Guitang, Yan Hao, who was supposed to be a madman, was kneeling on the ground with Yan Xun and his son, looking with awe in his eyes at an old man in ancient robes standing by the window with his hands behind his back.

It was the deep-seated awe of the strong and the admiration for medical experts that could unexpectedly connect his severed cranial nerves, turn him back to a normal person, and eliminate hidden dangers for Yanping.

Even the unruly Yan Hao had to put away his arrogance and arrogance and treat this god-like figure respectfully.

"Master, why don't we take action directly? Let those losers from the Witchcraft Cult take action?"

Yan Tong stood respectfully behind the old man in ancient costume and asked cautiously.

Junior Sister Qingyun also stood aside with a respectful expression. Although she had a noble status, she still had to have the proper attitude when facing the elders of her sect.

"I just want to confirm whether the rumors are true."

The old man in ancient costume has a childlike face and fair hair, and his deep eyes are filled with a sense of vicissitudes of life.

"What rumor?"

Yan Tong was slightly startled and asked curiously.

The old man in ancient costume did not answer, but turned his gaze to the north, with an unexplainable meaning flashing in his eyes.

Yan Tong trembled all over, and a look of horror flashed in his eyes. That direction was Yanshan, the location of the Imperial Palace. Could it be that Master is...

An extremely terrifying thought suddenly flashed in his mind. Xiahou Weiyang, the Wuhou of Zhenguo, has not been seen for more than 20 years. There are rumors that he has been seriously injured and is still recovering; there are also rumors that he is in retreat to achieve a higher level.

There are also rumors that he has actually died a long time ago, but he concealed the news of his death because he was afraid that the ancient martial arts world would destroy the "Peace Agreement"...

The rumors in the world were not trustworthy, but the master's intriguing behavior today made him smell something different. Perhaps, it was unknown whether the rumors were true.

If Xiahou Weiyang is really dead, and the Holy Sword family is sealed off from the mountain, and the Holy Female clan has no interest in worldly affairs, wouldn't the world have to respect the Holy Medical Sect and the Holy Sword Villa?

Thinking of this, Yan Tong's whole body trembled with excitement, his scalp exploded, and his eyes as he looked at his master's back were full of ambition.

Although the secular world lacks spiritual energy, it does not lack some rare treasures and massive wealth. Monks are also human beings, and they also have emotions and desires. Once the Imperial Palace loses the deterrence of top-notch military force, the peace agreement will be a piece of waste paper.

How can the power of a sect be compared with the power of a country? By then, the Holy Medical Sect may be able to become the master of this huge country. What kind of cultivation resources do you want but cannot get?

Junior Sister Qingyun was not a fool either. She quickly understood her uncle's intentions and a hint of worry flashed in her eyes.

Different from Yan Tong's excitement, although she is also a disciple of the Holy Medical Sect, her roots are in the secular world. She is not willing to see this country that has just awakened less than a century ago fall into war again.

Although she has only been a member of the sect for more than ten years, and spent most of her time practicing in seclusion, it did not prevent her from deeply understanding the cruel nature of cultivators, including disorder, chaos, plundering, and killing...

The strong are respected, and cultivators regard human life as nothing. In order to compete for the first chance of promotion, even masters and apprentices, brothers, father and son can turn against each other. Selfish human nature is exposed. The theory that those who do not serve themselves will be destroyed by heaven and earth is the eternal change in the world of cultivation.

's main theme.

It's a pity that she is not powerful enough to influence the master's sect, so she can only pray silently in her heart, hoping that those rumors are false, and Zhenguo Wuhou will still be the powerful pillar of the world.

…

On a street not far from Guijie Street, a Mercedes-Benz RV was parked on the side of the road. The windows were closed and the scene inside could not be seen.

In the car, a black sarcophagus was parked in the rear compartment. Zhai Ying was sitting against the sarcophagus with his eyes closed, like a zombie, but his face was ugly.

Beside him, four old men with white hair and white beards and gray robes sat cross-legged. They were all silent and silent, as if waiting for something.

Sitting in the driver's seat was Nie Fan, the current boss of Qishifang. However, Nie Fan's face was pale at this moment, his whole body was trembling, his eyes were looking straight ahead without focus, and he did not even dare to look at the skinny man sitting in the co-pilot.

The old man frightened him as if he were a savage beast.

After a long time, the skinny old man said in a conspiratorial tone: "Nie Fan, as a peripheral disciple of the Witch Demon Cult, you have watched the leader of the Wu Demon Sect die before your eyes. How can you have the dignity of being alive?"

"Old leader, have mercy on me. I was not present when the leader asked me to take charge of other things. It was Mo Bai who was with him. It's none of my business."

Nie Fan was so frightened that he cried out to shirk his responsibility. He hated Mo Bai so much that he disappeared after the death of the leader. He didn't even say hello, which made him have to bear the wrath of the old leader.
To be continued...