A Self-Rescue Guide for Thousands of Suspects [Quick Transmigration]

How could Peak Lord Mo, who lived on the top of the mountain all year round and didn't taste love, experience such a thing? When Feng Ye posted it, he stiffened into a ball. Looking at the young man's eyelashes under the light of the candle, he remembered that the spiritual bamboo outside the courtyard was stirred by the night wind. The long leaves fluttered rustlingly.

This person is so cold.

Mo Qingai's fingertips were still vainly resting on his wrist, as if touching a handful of snow.

The man finally moved, easily broke free from Feng Ye's already weak restraint, and hugged the delirious man to the bed.

This demon cultivator completely lost the consciousness of molesting people just now, and his whole body shrank into a ball again, shaking in the bedding in pain, blue blood vessels spread from his temples to the corners of his eyes, and the demon energy surged and gathered, and was tightly compressed in his body. The whole body exudes a chilling coldness.

Mo Qingai gave up his plan to kill him, Feng Ye looked in extreme pain, and began to moan indistinctly again.

In order to prevent him from biting his tongue and committing suicide, Mo Qingai pinched his chin, and was about to stuff the silk cloth in his hand, when suddenly the two clumps of bamboo forests parted the wild path, revealing two eyes that were more beautiful than coral beads in the deep sea. Come.

Feng Ye's eyes were in a daze, and he could only vaguely distinguish a few figures. His thoughts were completely buried in the cold mud, and chaotic memory fragments were flying in his brain.

At first, there was the harsh siren, the cracked instrument panel, and the loud noise of steel colliding. After that, it seemed that something was inserted into his chest and abdomen. The hatch was smashed and someone supported his shoulders. I don't know how to get him out...

He saw the swirling nebula, someone looked down at him, his face was covered by darkness against the starlight, his ears were buzzing, and he rubbed the palm of his cheek in the extremely cold air.

Then he said something, and kissed the person in the dark tacitly.

"Hmm..." The young man on the bed let out a wail, and the muscles and bones all over his body were sore as if they had been interrupted and regenerated.

And he couldn't even remember how he got from the floor to the bed.

001's tone was calm, "Reporting to the colonel, last night was the night of the full moon, and this is the pain that 'Feng Ye' must go through every month after he is enchanted."

It was rare for Feng Ye to swear a dirty word in his heart. Just as he was about to speak, he found that the tip of his tongue hurt, and when he lowered his head, there were bloody palm prints all over his lapel.

"..."

Mo Qingai was not in the room at this time, Feng Ye sighed leisurely, got up to wash, and changed into clean clothes.

The chin, neck, and side of the face were all stained with blood without exception. Feng Ye even wondered if he went to eat people yesterday.

Resigned to his fate, he washed the dirt with a soft cloth, and suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"My skill is back?" The scar on the tip of his tongue healed quickly, and he walked with great ease, as if he had stepped on a cloud.

"Yes, Colonel, last night when I was possessed by the demon, the demonic energy flowed upstream and broke the seal." 001 replied.

Feng Ye raised his eyebrows, a little surprised that Mo Qingai didn't seize the time to seal him... But where did this guy go?

Before he could finish thinking, the door of the guest room was pushed open from the outside.

Mo Qingai was carrying the food box, paused when she saw Feng Ye, and put the things on the table.

"After eating, follow me to the puppet shop." His voice sounded colder than usual.

Feng Ye was a little hesitant, thinking that there must be poison in it.

Mo Qingai glanced over the young man's face indifferently, Feng Ye pursed his lips, and obediently opened the food box.

Inside is the regular breakfast provided by the inn, four small steamed buns, a bowl of tofu, and a plate of sugar.

Feng Ye poured the whole plate of sugar into the tofu brain without stirring it up, took a spoon and scooped it into his mouth, chewing with his teeth made a crisp sound.

Waking up one night and eating something sweet and hot will make you feel much better.

When Feng Ye stuffed the last bean paste bun into his mouth, the expression on Mo Qingai's face softened a lot, at least not as tense as before.

Feng Ye swallowed his last sip of sweetness, looked up at Mo Qingai who had been standing in front of the window for a long time, and was surprised to find that the man's favorability for him suddenly rose to 20.

——Just because I was in sore pain all night yesterday?

——Does this guy have a tendency to shake S?

"Let's go." Seeing that he had finished his breakfast, Mo Qingai paused her gaze on him, but was blocked by drooping eyelashes.

Feng Ye nodded and stood up.

The two walked quickly, and soon reached the south of the city, without having to look for it, the huge signboard of Wang's puppet was hanging at the street entrance, with small golden characters of warding off evil spirits and attracting good fortune beside it.

Wang's puppet shop is located at the innermost part of the street, which is inconsistent with the rumored status of being worth a thousand dollars. It has only a very narrow facade, and an old wooden counter occupies most of the space. The tables and chairs are crooked and full of moths A black hole left after being eaten by termites.

I thought the young man was sitting behind the counter, resting his chin on his hands, drowsy, and yawned lazily when he saw someone coming in, with his eyelids drooping, "The order for this month is full, come again next time."

Feng Ye glanced around the entire storefront, because this store is located in the shade of the street corner, and the house is not lit, so it is dark even in the daytime, if it is not for the magic pupil, he really can't see the closed door behind the young man. small door.

Although it is a puppet shop, there is nothing in the shop except one table for one person, Feng Ye turned his head and exchanged a look with Mo Qingai.

The young man was blocked from the only remaining light, and his face was a little unhappy. He took out a book from the cabinet and a black ink pen with fried hair, "write it, write down your name first, and come to see it on the fifteenth of next month, I guess Can save some space—”

Hey.

A gold ingot fell on the table, splashing some dust on the decayed table.

The young man suddenly raised his head, his eyes swept over the luxuriously dressed Mo Qingai and Fengye, guessing which family's nobleman this was, why hadn't he seen it in Ruichuan before?

Mo Qingai looked over with cold eyebrows.

"Ah, ah!" He came back to his senses, a flattering smile was drawn on his sallow face, he touched the gold ingot and weighed it, and his expression became more eager, "Hey, our puppet inventory is indeed running low as the Qiqiao Festival approaches, but I also keep a few high-quality ones, just waiting for you guys to choose them!"

Sure enough, money can make a ghost run the mill.

Seeing that the man finally stood up, Feng Ye opened the fence of the counter, "You two come with me. Since it's a sincere business, Xiao Wang won't tell you anything. All the puppets are in the backyard. Which one do you choose? We can immediately carve it in your likeness... one or two, please?"

"Two, first class." Mo Qingai paused, seeing the young man who called himself Xiao Wang put on two masks with both hands.

Feng Ye raised his eyebrows, "What's going on?"

"Behind is the warehouse. Our custom-made puppets are completely confidential. This is a last resort." After hearing "two" and "superior", Xiao Wang became more happy, and his cheeks flushed with excitement. It is a prominent family, no one can afford to offend, guests and young masters, please understand—”

He took out the key on his waist and turned it to unlock it.

Mo Qingai took the mask, and when she touched it, she paused slightly, but quickly covered it up and landed on her face.

Feng Ye noticed Mo Qingai's abnormality, and he didn't realize it until he put on the mask. This is not an ordinary fabric in the world. Wearing this mask, even he, a Mahayana demon cultivator, couldn't see anything clearly.

How can there be any secrets for guests, this thing is basically used to deal with ascetics-what kind of secret puppet is worth doing?

"Let's go, two young masters, there are no obstacles on the road, don't worry."

Mo Qingai was about to take a step when someone grabbed her sleeve.

"Mo Qingai, I can't walk steadily holding you." Feng Ye's voice came.

The man nodded, remembering that Feng Ye couldn't see, he stepped forward and followed the young man's guidance.

The two walked about [-] steps inexplicably, and then stepped over a door. They waited for the young man to lock the lock behind them, and then took off the mask.

Feng Ye was a little stiff.

Xiao Wang brought the two of them to the backyard of Wang's puppets. There were nearly a hundred puppets densely packed here, all of them were of different sizes, and they were all as tall as a person, without facial features.

They were supported by wooden frames and fell neatly on the ground, all looking in the direction of the two of them, very strange.

Mo Qingai felt her sleeves being pulled tighter.

Xiao Wang said, "These are all our puppets. It's a coincidence that you came here. A few days ago, I made a batch of high-quality goods. They all worshiped incense and worshiped Buddha. The effect is very good... You have heard of the puppet of the court. Order the officer Zheng Dadao, who originally made his fortune selling pork, he gritted his teeth and ordered a puppet of [-] gold. In the second year, he passed the Jinshi and went to the capital! Then the puppet was ordered!"

Feng Ye remembered that he had indeed heard people talking about Zheng Gong in the inn yesterday, but he just didn't know what the difference between a high-end puppet and an ordinary puppet was?

He carefully observed the puppets in the courtyard, they were very creepy when put together, and he didn't know where such a great skill could change their lives.

"My lord, you can choose slowly, the ones in the courtyard are all high-quality goods!"

"They're all first-class goods?" Feng Ye sarcastically said, "The first-class goods are not scarce at all."

"Hey, that's why I showed you the two sons as if they were heavenly beings." Xiao Wang chuckled twice, "It's fate, ordinary people can't see it."

"Is this puppet new?" Mo Qingai said suddenly.

Feng Ye looked at him curiously, and listened to Mo Qingai's words, "The wood veneer is slightly damp, it should be freshly picked wood."

"Sir, you have good eyesight!" Xiao Wang said, "They are all the best spruce trees on the east mountain!"

Mo Qingai glanced at him lightly, and felt that the young man's fingertips twitched in his sleeves, and had a rough guess in his heart.

"Yeah." The man casually ordered two puppets, "I'll get these two puppets on Qiqiao Festival."

He took out two ingots of gold and threw them to Xiao Wang, "This is the deposit."

They are all pure gold, and one ingot is worth 20 taels. The young man was so happy that his face blossomed, and he eagerly replied, "It must be! You can take it at ease! ... By the way, what are you going to use it for?"

Puppets can not only get married, but also serve as body protectors and decorations...

Mo Qingai's footsteps faltered, "The two puppets are naturally for marriage."