The leader has a black moonlight + extra episode

Yan Qimo was sitting in the lobby of the restaurant, and there were still countless food, wine and meat in front of the table, and the fragrance was overflowing.He moved his chopsticks casually, but felt that no matter how he ate it today, he didn't know how to eat it. After stuffing a few mouthfuls into his mouth, he frowned involuntarily.

Xiao Er watched with trepidation, and timidly said: "Guest, what's your dissatisfaction with this dish..." Yan Qimo shook his head, and Xiao Er immediately understood and kept quiet.

It turned out that I was not dissatisfied with the dishes, but probably because the eaters were worried.

After a while, Yan Qimo stood up and said, "Let's pour it all down." She was already impatient with the almost untouched dishes on the table, and she didn't want to take a second look, turned around and left.

In narrow alleyway

"Speaking of which, what happened to those people?"

"Yes, leader. Now there are sixteen sects and 28 individual guests rushing to Luoxia Village to prepare for the Qinglian meeting." The spy who came to report today saw the gloomy expression on the leader's face, and he knew that he was in a bad mood. If you angered the leader, you would lose your life. Report the news concisely and concisely, be careful with your words, and dare not say a word of nonsense. "This is the list of Qinglian Society included, please take a look at it."

Yan Qimo took the letter, pulled it away and glanced roughly: "A group of ants, they want to turn the world upside down."

"Master, do we need to send people there?"

"No need." Yan Qimo snorted lightly, "These people can't destroy the Blood Lotus Sect, they just want to let them bleed, just watch the show."

"Yes." The spy buried his head extremely low, and didn't dare to take a breath. He waited for a while with his heart hanging, and finally heard a long-awaited sentence: "Okay, step back."

Yan Qimo chose a bustling market full of variety to stroll around for a while, looking at calligraphy, paintings, playthings, treasures and ancient utensils, and even street performers and jugglers.She finds it... really boring.

At this moment, I have some doubts in my heart, how did I spend the whole day with Wu Jin on this street, is this really the street they came to a few days ago?

Yan Qimo couldn't bear the boredom here, it was crowded with people coming and going.A bunch of noisy shouts in the ears made people even more upset, so they simply went back to the inn early and called a bonus parrot.

The most useful messenger of the Wuwangshen Cult, flapping its wings and circling around the room, landed after finishing the foreplay, raised its neck proudly and squeaked a few words: "Please order, please order, please order!" The parrot has a high-pitched voice, learns well, and writes clearly.

"Muslim tomorrow."

The parrot repeated it twice at the top of its voice before Yan Qimo waved it away to deliver the message.

Seeing that night was approaching, there was still no movement in Wu Jin's room, the long silence was really easy to draw people's daydreams.

Yan Qimo thought for a while, and came up with an almost useless result—could it be that she was still afraid of herself?Forget it, bring her back to the church tomorrow and let her rest for a few more days.

There was a knock on the door, and it was Xiaoer's voice: "Does the guest still need dinner? If not, the chef will have to rest." It turned out that it was Xiaoer who saw that she hadn't had dinner today, and came to ask together.

"No need." Yan Qimo had no appetite, so she resolutely rejected Xiao Er just now, and opened the door again in the blink of an eye: "Wait, let's prepare a dinner."

That little thing stayed behind closed doors all day, so she definitely didn't eat, so don't starve her to death before she becomes Muslim.

When Xiao Er brought dinner, Yan Qimo pushed open the door of Wu Jin's room without even knocking on the door. "You go down first, you don't need to come up again." Called Xiao Er back, and stepped into the door with the food.

It turned out that I was still meditating and adjusting my breath.Yan Qimo glanced at the people on the bed, put down the food, and sat on the side of the table.

Counting the time, the injury should be almost healed.Yan Qimo tapped her fingers on the table, making a "da da da da" sound, and then turned from the round stool to the side of the chuáng couch.

Taking a look at Wu Jin's face, it showed signs that he was about to recover, but... a layer of sweat dripped from his forehead a little violently, and some had even slipped down from his cheeks, soaking the front of his clothes.

Yan Qimo looked at the rolling beads of sweat, and reached out to hold Wu Jin's wrist...

"Hmm..." After the [-] cycles were finished, Wu Jin felt her wrist being held by a force as soon as she finished her kung fu. She turned her head to look at the source of the force: "What's wrong?"

Yan Qimo raised her hand, put it on her forehead, and answered her: "There is sweat on your forehead, wipe it off yourself."

"Oh." Wu Jin wiped his forehead with the cloth of his sleeve a few times, wiped off the sweat, then lowered his head and let out a long sigh of relief. "Yan Qimo..."

"Xiao Jin, I didn't mean to hurt you that night." The interrupted Wu Jin raised his eyes and looked at Yan Qimo blankly, "Since you have recovered from your injury, come home with me tomorrow."

The author has something to say: This is how straight girls fall in love...

Yan Qimo: Ah, Xiao Jin is sweating, quickly remind her to wipe it off by herself.

Another Straight Daughter: Oh

Chapter 9 Two fists are invincible to four hands

"Hmm...go home." Wu Jin repeated in deep thought, "Go home with Yan Qimo...?"

"En." Yan Qimo had already brought over the food on the desk, and handed the chopsticks and bowl to Wu Jin, "Let's have some food first."

After thinking about it, I added: "I missed it last time, and I won't accidentally hurt you again in the future."