"My cultivation level is very high. It is not difficult to kill the White Walkers and protect an ordinary person like you." Wuming nodded as he said it. Apparently he felt that his idea was very wonderful and very appropriate: "What's more,
I am a wandering swordsman. With my status and ability, I am bound to stir up troubles, level the court with one sword, and rule the world with one sword."
Wuming was talking with more pride. Regardless of Song Yu's state, he suddenly stood up, unsheathed his sword, and said with high spirits: "A swordsman like me is meant to have a vigorous story, so Qinghe
The two-faced evil god of Zhen is an excellent material."
In his words, he became a man of both wisdom and bravery, who single-handedly defeated the double-faced evil god and saved an entire town.
Song Yu was pulled so hard that his arms hurt. He staggered and managed to stand still before being dragged down by Wuming.
This person's state was not quite right. Song Yu was unable to stand still due to being led away, and was even thrown away at one point. Wuming's movements were too fast, and he couldn't even give himself a red pill to replenish his blood. If he continued like this, he would lose blood sooner or later.
The slot is empty.
Song Yu blurted out in desperation: "But most of the things you said were done by me."
In fact, after saying that, Song Yu also felt a little regretful. What kind of excuse could he find? Why would he argue with a weird and unknown creature over such a meaningless dispute?
Wuming was stunned for a moment, and indeed he withdrew the sword that was dancing wildly. It seemed that Song Yu had been there for a long time, and Song Yu's heart was frightened. Suddenly, his hand loosened his grip on Song Yu's wrist.
Song Yu suddenly felt a little unaccustomed to the feeling of no one pinching his wrist, so he quickly rubbed his flesh. Even though he was in a game, he couldn't let it die.
The current situation is that the good news is that Wuming and Song Yu no longer have to bind their actions!
The bad news is that Wuming seems to have a slight hatred towards Song Yu. Song Yu’s sharp eyes towards Wuming are still a little bit scared...
This is not because he is a coward, but he is truly a man who knows the current affairs.
Song Yu readily pushed Wuming's position up: "But who's protagonist doesn't have a supportive brother who can do tricks and is smart? There are many things that a decent protagonist can't do, so he needs to be done by someone like this
Brother promoted it."
Wuming's eyes seemed to light up, and the dissatisfaction and sharpness in his eyes quickly disappeared: "That makes sense."
"According to me, the position of director of the Security Department should also be yours." Isn't it just following the rules? Song Yu always comes up with compliments, but while thinking about them, there are always some inappropriate words.
He just kept jumping out, without any time to modify, "After all, how can the head of an organization on the human front like the Ping An Department be an empty shell who doesn't know how to practice?"
Although the vocabulary was strange, Wuming seemed to understand it, and he quite agreed with it, nodding his head repeatedly: "Yes, you are right."
Song Yu, with his body without any cultivation, should be just a decoration to decorate the lintel.
"Master, please sit down at the Peace Department while I go buy some food." Song Yu's tone can be said to be deceptive: "After all, if you don't have to practice, you still have to offer sacrifices in the Five Zang Temple from time to time."
As he spoke, he took small steps towards the door.
Wuming thought for a while and nodded in agreement: "That makes sense."
Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief and immediately quickened his pace. His pace seemed brisk, but in fact he was so panicked that he wished he could get himself a light body charm. When he ran out of the Ping An Sifu Yamen, he breathed a sigh of relief.
, then looked around and soon saw Du Anchen around the corner.
In order to avoid disturbing the unknown Wuming, Song Yu suppressed his excitement and stepped forward quickly, and asked in a low voice vigilantly: "How much silver was the monthly payment I gave you?"
Du Anchen stretched out his hand to Song Yu without thinking: "I'm serious, let me ask you, what is that thing next to you?"
"You ask me, who am I asking?" Speaking of this matter, Song Yu was no less horrified than Du Anchen: "Is that really a thing?"
"Otherwise? Could it still be a human being?" Du Anchen's eyes widened.
Song Yu took a deep breath. Although he had had a premonition, he was caught all the way by the other party, and now there is still a hairy feeling on his wrist.
He subconsciously rubbed his wrist, recalling every detail after his severed hand grew into a human form. Suddenly his expression changed and he asked urgently: "What do you see around me...what do you think it looks like?"
Du Anchen frowned and said with disgust: "He looks like a human being, but I don't think he looks like a human being."
Okay, what he saw was the appearance of a human being. Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and the feeling of fear in his heart finally eased a little: "According to what you see, that's a strange ghost?"
"It's not like that, I don't know. I just think something is wrong with him." Du Anchen spread his hands and asked in a very bachelor manner: "How did you escape, did he let you go?"
"That's right, but I have to go back soon." Song Yu actually didn't want to go back, but this Wuming was obviously the key to them leaving the illusion, so he had to go back no matter how reluctant he was. And he suspected that if he left for a long time, there would be problems...
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With this in mind, Song Yu explained the situation clearly as quickly as possible: "Wu Ming is the person inside, the name he gave himself. This person seems to be particularly concerned about his sense of reality here, and thinks of himself as the protagonist and me as the supporting role.
You can't go around him for too long. What did you mean when you pointed down there just now?"
Speaking of this, Du Anchen's expression was a bit wonderful: "I saw that you and him were inseparable, and I left you a note in the room I just pointed out. Remember to go back and get it later, so that he doesn't find out."
Song Yu recalled that the room was where Qiaoyi slept. Since Wuming felt that he was the protagonist, he probably wouldn't go to the place where the servants were resting. Song Yu felt relieved: "I'll go there in a moment." Xie Nanshi
Woolen cloth?"
Du Anchen was silent. Seeing her delay in answering, Song Yu's expression changed slightly: "Is something wrong?"
"I'm not sure... You'll know when you see the message. If you find a chance later, go to that incense and candle shop to find me." Du Anchen frowned slightly, obviously not wanting to answer the question, and quickly changed the topic: "
I and Xie Nanshi are waiting for you there."
Song Yu heard something was wrong and wanted to ask a few more questions, but Du Anchen had already disappeared in a flash.
Song Yu stood there and hesitated for a while, wanting to go find Xie Nanshi, but his rationality told him that the little Taoist priest had reached the full level, and nothing could happen. If there was really any problem, he would kill him if he went there.
Let's fight it quickly. Song Yu thought, took out a pack of cloud cakes from his backpack, gnawed on it and walked back.
Wuming was still sitting at the tea table that Song Yu had just set up in the backyard. His expression and eyes seemed to be stuck at the moment Song Yu had just left. It wasn't until Song Yu came back that Wuming regained a little life.
He looked at the pastry in Song Yu's hand and said nothing. On the contrary, Song Yu was very serious about helping Wuming find his presence and gave him some portions: "Come and eat some. This cloud cake is so delicious."
This was made by Qiaoyi herself. If he hadn't been hungry himself, he wouldn't have been willing to share it with Wei Wei.
"I like sweets?" Wuming took a bite and showed no sign of joy or disgust, but just said doubtfully.
"I don't know." After Song Yu said casually, he felt that something was wrong with Wuming's eyes, and quickly changed his words to coax: "You like it, you like it. Who said that swordsmen in Jianghu must like eating meat and drinking wine in such vulgar ways? You can do it too.
He goes against the grain, likes to drink tea and snacks, and behaves like a gentleman."
Wuming thought for a while, and it seemed that the words "gentlemanly demeanor" pleased him, and the smile returned to his face: "You are right."
As he said that, Wuming took the cakes and put them into his mouth one after another. At the same time, he drank the fragrant tea and ate happily. After eating them all, he looked at Song Yu with unsatisfied eyes.
That's good, and there's a reason to sneak out again. Song Yu's face didn't change, his heart didn't beat: "Sir, it's getting late today, I'll go to a farther place to buy it for you tomorrow. Although this place is remote, the pastries do have a unique flavor.
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"It's rare that you have a heart." Wuming was very satisfied with this.
Wuming easily accepted the position given to him by Song Yu, and was sent respectfully into the main room that originally belonged to Song Yu. Song Yu closed the door before returning to Qiaoyi's room. Although Qiaoyi's identity
She was a personal maid, but because of the differences between men and women, Song Yu drove her to sleep in a side room.
This wing room is naturally not small. Song Yu searched for a long time before he found Du Anchen's letter.
There weren't many words on it, just dragons and phoenixes dancing around. It was obviously written in a hurry: Xie Nanshi was unconscious.
It was as if Song Yu was struck by lightning. No wonder Du Anchen was so alert before, but hesitated when he asked. It turned out to be because of this! After learning the reason, Song Yu didn't want to delay for a moment.
He blew out the candle, stared quietly in the dark night, waiting for Wuming next door to go to bed. The more impatient he felt, the calmer he showed on his face. After waiting for a long time, the lights in Wuming's room suddenly went out.
Song Yu walked out of the wing without any hesitation and gently. In order to prevent the door that had not been oiled for a long time from making too much noise, Song Yu didn't even close the door when he left. He took his shoes and only wore cloth socks and left quickly.
Department of Safety.
At night, Qinghe Town has returned to the same lifeless atmosphere as when he first came here. There are no people, lights, or people working daily. Song Yu walked quickly through the streets and alleys. The incense and candle shop was the first one he explored after entering Qinghe Town.
A strange place.
He remembered this path very well. Even if there was only moonlight, he could walk to the shop without taking off the paper lantern without any detour.
Du Anchen was sitting in the shop. When he heard the footsteps, he opened the door immediately. When he saw Song Yu breathing slightly outside, he asked in surprise: "Why are you here so quickly?"