The shadow on the ground called out, but before the master woke up, he stopped talking and kept the same posture as when he came, without moving, for about half an hour of incense sticks.
"What's the matter?" The man on the couch spoke, his voice was deep and deep, like an ancient artifact, clanking, cold and lazy to the extreme.
Shadow lowered his head: "There is a carrier pigeon flying from Qingcheng Mountain. It should be a letter from the master."
"Nian." It's a simple word, with a taste that's neither bland nor bland, without any of the smoke and fire of the world.
Shadow opened the note on his hand, coughed twice, and then imitated the tone of the demon-conquering master and said: "Haha, boy ice, you are hiding in your mouse hole and sleeping again." After reading this sentence, Shadow's
A thin layer of sweat immediately appeared on his forehead, and he quickly explained: "Master, this is written by the master, and I just read it."
As if he didn't care about the ridicule in the letter, the man on the couch stretched out his hand and played with the tea cup in his palm. His fingers were clear and his teeth were as white as jade, suitable for both movement and silence. Under the bright firelight, even his fingertips were shining brightly.
, as if he could hold the entire universe in his palms.
He casually changed his hand and supported the armrest of the wooden couch. While the tea smoke was curling up, he glanced at the shadow vaguely: "Continue."
"Ahem." Shadow cleared his throat: "I have nothing else to write you this time. I just want to tell you that your junior sister has gone to the capital. Are you very excited, excited, and..."
"Shadow." The man on the couch paused with his hand holding the tea cup, and slowly interrupted his subordinate's reading of the letter. His tone was very calm: "Take the letter and burn it."
"Yes, Master." Shadow let out a long breath and exclaimed... He was finally relieved. Reading this letter was simply a test of his heart's endurance.
The man on the couch gave a low hum, moved his head, and seemed to have fallen asleep again, and his whole body disappeared into the luxurious couch.
If you look closely, the shape of the couch seems different from what you usually see.
The material is also very special. It is not made of luxurious sandalwood or rich mahogany, but an unnamed ancient wood. It is as black as ink and has no carved patterns.
Looking from a distance, it looks like a newly unearthed coffin!
Shadow didn't dare to take another look. Just as he was preparing to immediately, he heard the person on the bed say: "Go down and order the incense in Qingcheng Temple to be cut off for three years."
"I accept your orders!" Shadow stood up and wiped his sweat with his sleeves. This was the result of teasing his master.
A temple has no incense... the scene is too cruel!
However, the master actually has a junior sister, and she even came to the capital.
Shadow's eyes lit up. He didn't know what kind of woman it was that fell into the eyes of the master of subduing demons.
"Sneeze!" Nangong Baiye, who was sitting in the Jixiang Inn, rubbed his nose, wearing a scholar's hat on his head, dressed like a young master in ancient times...
Bei Mingxun did not take them into the palace, but arranged their accommodation and left a large bag of money for them to have a good rest for a day.
But Nangong Xiaomiao has been lying on the carriage for three days, and she is so excited now that she can't sleep. She rubbed her little face against Nangong Baiye and said in a longer tone: "Mother..."
"Don't worry, let's go out now." Nangong Baiye turned his face sideways, with a leisurely smile on his lips. A rouge mole under his eyes made even the night look more enchanting.