Although the decoration of the new house was on the right track, and it was changing bit by bit towards the appearance in her dream. But she felt inexplicably uneasy in her heart. She often subconsciously looked at her chest and clothes.
There should have been a skull brooch.
Although Guo Tianjian repeatedly promised her that he would help her find the man when he came back, she couldn't help but feel worried.
The old man that day was definitely not an ordinary person. He immobilized her without speaking with a wave of his hand, and even took away the brooch from her body. She thought that this kind of person would only appear in martial arts movies, but he didn't
I think it is real.
Can he deal with the old man?
If he doesn't mind, it's okay if he doesn't look for the brooch...
Days pass by day by day. Zhou Huiru always travels in both directions these days. In the morning, she stares at the decoration of the new house, and in the afternoon she comes back to open a store. When she returns to the rental house in the evening, she also looks for cheap and beautiful soft furnishings on her mobile phone. Watching the days.
, waiting to get closer to the Spring Festival day by day.
Although she told that person all the customs of her hometown, he probably didn’t have time to remember them when he was running outside, right? So Zhou Huiru bought all the gifts she wanted to bring back in advance and piled them in the room, waiting for the time to come.
Just lift it up directly.
In the middle of the night, I had just turned off my computer and was about to go to bed when I heard a movement at the door.
If this happened before, Zhou Huiru would definitely be shocked. But not now. Her first reaction was not that there was a thief in the house, but that the man was back.
A chill that should have made people feel heartbroken now made Zhou Huiru excited. When she turned her head, she saw a familiar face with a smile.
"You're back?"
"Um."
Xue Wusuan lay directly on the bed, hugged Zhou Huiru, and said with a smile: "I know you have something to say to me, so go to sleep first and talk about it tomorrow."
Zhou Huiru blushed. She thought it would be another torment, but she found that Xue Wusuan had no such intention. He just hugged her from behind.
There was a strange warmth in the cold body behind her. Zhou Huiru, who had been feeling uneasy for several days, completely calmed down. Then tiredness came over her and she quickly curled up and fell asleep. She held him tightly with one hand.
Xue Wusuan's forearms seemed afraid of slipping away.
Xue Wusuan had not been sleepy for a long time. He held Zhou Huiru in his arms, and with a thought, a thought penetrated into Zhou Huiru's dream.
It's said to be a dream, but it's not really a dream. It was a memory review guided by Xue Wusuan that made Zhou Huiru feel like a "dream".
As soon as he returned to the original world, he felt something strange. The brooch that he had imbued with breath was not with Zhou Huiru. Could this silly woman have lost something again?
After seeing Zhou Huiru, the uneasiness in the other person's eyes made Xue Wusuan understand what must have happened. Saying it seemed to depend on his mood. It was better to let her sleep. It would be much more intuitive for him to understand it himself.
Xue Wusuan's thoughts were rummaging through this man's memory, and he soon found a particularly clear fragment.
An old man with white hair but a black beard surprised Xue Wusuan slightly. The memory was so clear that all the details Zhou Huiru saw at that time were "seen" by Xue Wusuan. The aura of the old man was not simple, it was clearly...
A monk, and the most profound monk Xue Wusuan had ever seen in this world.
I took the brooch away without hurting anyone, and I didn't risk any murderous intentions from beginning to end. It was still a bit of face. However, Xue Wusuan has always done this kind of forced buying and selling tricks, but I didn't expect that one day he would do it.
In turn, someone else hit me once.
"Who is it? He didn't even give Longhu Mountain face, and he defeated three masters of Longhu Mountain in one go."
Xue Wusuan was curious, but not in a hurry. Since he was here, the old man who grabbed the things and grabbed him would naturally have to wait for a while.
Slowly she took her hand out of Zhou Huiru's arms. Then she turned over her hand and took out a piece of red yin iron. After thinking about it, she summoned her magic power and started to ignite six-color flames to burn the piece of yin iron according to her heart's desire.
As soon as the genius dawned, Zhou Huiru woke up. She found that she was still lying in Xue Wusuan's arms. It seemed that she had not moved anywhere. Feeling sweet, she turned around and kissed the other person on the cheek. The result was naturally a turmoil.
"You take this thing with you first. I will go find the brooch for you in two days." Xue Wusuan ate soy milk and handed a necklace to Zhou Huiru.
"It turns out that he already knew that I lost the brooch. He even made me dream about losing the brooch even in my dreams yesterday." After taking the necklace and hearing Xue Wusuan's words, Zhou Huiru thought to herself. But she didn't know what she had done last night.
"Dream" is not what she should have had.
The necklace looks very delicate, and the workmanship does not seem to be as bad as the previous brooch. It is completely red, and the necklace looks like it is made up of small circles interlocking, but if you look closely, you will find that they are not small circles at all, but a series of small circles.
Hollow eyes. The pendant is a ferocious ghost head with three horns standing on its head, roaring up to the sky.
Just like this man's previous style: gloomy, sinister, and full of bloody violence.
"The day after tomorrow is New Year's Eve. Let's drive away at noon tomorrow. Can we make it in time?" Xue Wusuan said.
"It's in time. I've bought all the things and I'll leave immediately. Drive faster and I'll be there that night."
In the morning, Zhou Huiru, who had closed the flower shop, took Xue Wusuan to see the new house, which had completed its main decoration.
"How's it going? Not bad, right? Now we just need to install some electrical appliances and the kitchen. Once these are done, we can ask the furniture store to deliver the furniture."
Xue Wusuan didn't care about the decoration. When he was alive, his house was rented, and he never thought that one day he would have his own house. He was very satisfied with it. Not to mention that the style was pleasing to his eyes, so he nodded naturally.
In the afternoon.
He came over in less than twenty minutes.
Xue Wusuan poured a glass of water for Guo Tianjian with his own hands. He sat down and asked straight to the point: "Who is that old man?"
"Senior Xue, that person is the Wang Deyi you asked me to look for before, his Taoist name is Demon."
"You guys have fought each other, how do you feel? Forget it, just close your eyes and don't resist, so as not to hurt you. I can just watch for myself."
Guo Tianjian swallowed, feeling uneasy, but he closed his eyes as instructed and tried to relax his nerves. Then he felt Xue Wusuan's hand pressing on the top of his head. Then there was a strange feeling. That day he and the three
The memory of his uncle and his master blocking Wang Deyi together and then being defeated came out by itself, playing fast and slow in his mind like a movie, as if someone was holding a remote control and pressed fast forward and fast.
pause.
"What kind of method is this?!"
Ignoring the horror in Guo Tianjian's heart, Xue Wusuan "saw" it clearly.
As far as the strength of Guo Tianjian's three injured uncles were concerned, Xue Wu would not take a look at it. They were too scumbag. If he didn't know some Taoist methods and secret techniques and cultivated some magic power, he could just pull one from Tianlong World.
A perfect warrior the day after tomorrow can completely torture them.
As for the old man who fought with Longhushan, Wang Deyi was not simple. His movements were obviously very restrained, but his cultivation level could not be hidden from Xue Wusuan. This old man was definitely not like the three of Longhushan
Such a pseudo-monk, but a real monk.
In Xue Wusuan's eyes, only those who have reached the realm of elixir formation are worthy of being called monks.
"Such a thin amount of vitality can actually be cultivated to the realm of pill formation. Is this old man's talent too much? Or has he received some incredible spiritual nourishment? We should take a closer look."
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