Chapter 38: Heavenly Masters Are Not as Good as Dogs? (6)
The young master was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, but he still bowed his hands politely, stamped his feet and left in a hurry.
Shen looked thoughtfully at the retreating figure of the young master, then thought for a moment and said, "Sir, there seems to be something fishy."
"What could be strange? In such a big city, it's normal for a few people to get lost." Qianye said lightly, seeing that Wu Zhou seemed to have suffered a serious fall. He was already too tired to walk... "I was injured after a fall.
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"Hypocritical." Wu Zhou shook off Qianye's hand and leaned against the wall, "Where you want to go, make up your mind quickly."
"How about you live in my sleeve?"
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It is absolutely impossible for Wu Zhou to live in Qianye's sleeve. Putting aside the issue of face, it is said that Qianye's not-so-large Qiankun bag contains all her belongings.
Everything from bedding and clothing to as small as talismans, paper, cinnabar, and various books are all ghosts, and their souls are always squeezing when they shrink inside. If you go in without daylight, I'm afraid even a ghost and a demon can't fit into a ball.
Qianye almost broke his leg while supporting Wu Zhou, and finally found a simple inn in a narrow alley. The lowest room cost thirty taels of silver a day.
Seeing that Wu Zhou's legs were shaking from exhaustion, he finally gritted his teeth and said, "Just stay here for the time being."
The cold-faced waiter just took them to the door of the room, said nothing, and left while dozing off.
Chiba gently pushed open the dilapidated door, and was greeted by the smell of moldy dust, which made him cough.
It was a dark cabin with no sunlight. The tables and chairs were crooked and covered with dirt. There was a wooden bed next to the wall. The bed curtain could not be distinguished from gray to white, and a large hole was torn. The bedding on it was even more filthy.
I don't even want to touch it.
But fortunately, it is a sheltered place from wind and rain. After all, it is possible to stay. The concept of sleeping on the street is completely different.
"Sir, where is this place for people to live?" Even Shi couldn't help complaining.
Qianye nodded, "You are right, so the demon lives here, not me."
Death glanced at Wu Zhou with a little sympathy, then transformed into a physical form and started cleaning up neatly.
He took off the old bed curtains, wrapped the dirty bedding and threw it aside. He took out the clean bedding from Chiba's sleeves and spread it, and hurriedly started cleaning the dust in the room.
Qianye helped Wu Zhou sit down by the bed and checked that there was no one around, then took off the silk hat on his head and smoothed his hair that was wet with sweat on his temples.
After two days of running around in a donkey cart and walking around the city for a long time, Wu Zhou was really overwhelmed. He looked around and frowned, "Are you going to leave me in a place like this?"
"Don't say it so bleakly. Who said I would leave you?" Qianye asked, taking off the rough cloth shoes on Wu Zhou's feet. As expected, a few crystals had been worn out on her white feet.
There were bright blood blisters, and when he rolled up his trouser legs, there were a few scratches on his knees.
"Are you satisfied with this?" Wuji asked calmly, leaning on the bedside and watching Qianye take out the medicine from his sleeve.
"As long as you don't always have thorns all over your body, I will be very satisfied." Qianyeyan said firmly, while sprinkling the powder, he sighed: "But can you tell me why two or three days have passed?
The injury on your body has not healed at all? Even if it is a small wound, there has been no change at all. Does your body's metabolism still exist? "
"So you have nothing to do and are ready to escape?" Wu Zhou still asked seriously, as if he was sure that Qianye was going to leave him. It was just that he was the only one who lived in this house, not her.