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Fang Jianzhi was holding Xiaobao's collar, and the veins on his forehead were bulging, "You bastard, face the wall as soon as you get back, and you are not allowed to leave the house until the day we leave!"

After scolding, he turned to Mu Xiaoque: "Brother Mu, this matter is of great importance. I'm afraid it's not something we can solve. In my opinion, it's best to discuss it with fellow martial artists and make a decision together."

"I also have the same intention," Mu Xiaoque nodded, and then instructed: "But brother Fang, please give me another morning. During this period, no matter who I face, even the disciples of the Xuanxiu Sect, Just say nothing."

On the way back to Zhou's house, Qi Ping kept his eyes on Mu Xiaoque, and finally couldn't help asking secretly, "Are you trying to trick someone?"

Seeing Mu Xiaoque nod, sour air immediately filled Qi Ping's eight meridians, he crouched on the ground holding Mu Xiaoque's thigh and did not move, even if he dragged it away.

Seeing this, Fang Jianzhi led Xiaobao to walk away wisely, obviously still having some indigestion for what he saw tonight.

"Are you being unreasonable?" Mu Xiaoque knelt down, pinched Qi Ping's chin and raised his head, looking straight into those shining eyes in the dark: "Then tell me what else you can do."

"That's not to the point of your devotion." Qi Ping shook off Mu Xiaoque's hand, and his neck swelled, "You just slept with me tonight, so you want to deny it, don't you?"

"I knew you were going to bite back," Mu Xiaoque pointed at his forehead, "If I touch you, you will tell the world, right?"

"Hmph," Qi Ping shook his head, "If you dare to go, I'll tell others that you won't do it!"

"You dare," Mu Xiaoque felt helpless and angry at his rascal appearance.

In the end, he simply planned to cure him completely, so he didn't say a plan, but just slapped his scalp, "I tell you there is no discussion!"

"You can kill me," Qi Ping bit Mu Xiaoque's thigh, "Bastard, bastard, you're not human, you stab my heart every day."

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Early the next morning, after Mu Xiaoque left, Qi Ping lay on the bed with tears streaming down his face.

He deeply realized that even if he retreated again and again, from seeking long-term to only seeking the short-term, Mu Xiaoque was not willing to give him even a month, a day, or even a second.

After wiping away his tears and getting up, Qi Ping couldn't help thinking about things in his head, all kinds of things were mixed up, and finally he simply decided to go out for a walk and be alone.

He went to the shop to weigh some fried small yellow croakers and ate them while walking, when he suddenly saw a group of children blocking the intersection and having a good time.

He leaned over to take a look, and saw that there was actually a little beggar surrounded in the middle, hugging his head and being punched and kicked by other children.

Qi Ping couldn't bear to stop him, "Little brat, why are you bullying people?"

The little beggar looked up at him and begged, "Brother, help me."

"Brother, you are unreasonable," a little boy called out, "This little beggar stole my steamed stuffed bun and ran away. How can I not teach him a lesson?"

Qi Ping couldn't bear to look at the little beggar, this child is still so young, he doesn't know how much suffering he will have to suffer in the future.

He quickly took out a few copper coins: "Okay, okay, stop, I will pay for the bun money he owes your family, let's go!"

Those children snorted, took the money and scattered it clean.

The little beggar got up from the ground, stared at the dried fish in his hand and swallowed, Qi Ping squatted down and handed the dried fish to him: "Eat, little thing, where are your parents?"

"Killed by others," the little beggar swallowed a dozen small fish in one go, and said while chewing: "If you offend an enemy, someone will come to your door."

Hearing the tone of this little beggar's voice, Qi Ping found it strange that after witnessing the tragic death of his family, he could still be so calm, as if what he was talking about was not what happened to him at all.

He asked: "When was he killed? Didn't you report it to the authorities?"

"Just a few days ago at my house, a man rushed in with a knife and killed them both. I was about to die. Fortunately, a sister rescued me later. That sister is a good person."

The little beggar finished speaking calmly, raised his head and glanced at Qi Ping and said: "Brother, you are also a good person, you saved me, but I can't be a good person anymore."

"Why can't you be a good person?" Qi Ping looked down at his palm, with a bitter smile on his face, "Actually, my brother is not a good person."

"I can't be a good person because I have to repay the favor," the little beggar smiled, "Brother, why are you?"

"Me," Qi Ping helped the little beggar, "I have killed too many people, how can I be a good person?"

"Brother, I'm going home," the little beggar hugged the fried fish tightly in his arms, "Can you give me this?"

Seeing Qi Ping nodding, the little beggar turned around and walked away, limping, and fell to the ground before taking two steps.

Qi Ping hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, picked up his trouser leg, and saw that the ankle was swollen like a steamed bun, he couldn't help but frowned and said: "What happened?"

The little beggar shrugged and said calmly, "I accidentally sprained my foot while avoiding it. Otherwise, how could I be caught by those little bastards?"

"I'll take you home, wait for me here for a while," Qi Ping ran to the street to buy some roast goose, holding donkey meat in his arms.

When I came back to look for someone, I saw the little beggar standing at the alley and looking at him.

The little beggar's house is outside the city, but not far from the city gate.

Qi Ping arrived at the door of the house with the little beggar on his back, and took a rough look at the yard in front of him. At first glance, the yard was not big, and the house was also small, with straw mats on the roof.

After entering the house, the house looked a bit shabby, the sunlight came through the holes in the roof, and there was still a puddle of uncleaned blood on the ground.

At this time, the child murmured something next to his ear, Qi Ping tilted his head to try to hear it more clearly, but suddenly a handkerchief covered his nose.

Before he fell down, he seemed to hear the little beggar saying: "Brother, I'm sorry."

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Mu Xiaoque went out from the back window of Cuiyuanfang, followed by a respectful man on the right.

He raised his sleeves to the tip of his nose, then turned to the man and asked, "Mouse, what kind of smell is on me?"

"Commander, how can it be possible to go to the brothel without getting a taste?" The mouse took two quick steps, moved close to Mu Xiaoque, covered his mouth with his hand and whispered: "Brother Scar was beaten up by his sister-in-law two days ago because of the stain on his body. It smells like powder."

Mu Xiaoque frowned, and slapped her hands around her body, "But I didn't do anything!"

"The whole brothel is full of fragrance," the mouse raised his sleeve to smell it, and pointed at Mu Xiaoque: "I just stood by the window for a while, and it was all stained."

Mu Xiaoque raised her arm and sniffed again, her whole face wrinkled in dissatisfaction.

When he arrived at a certain alley on the street, he took out a gold ingot from his pocket and threw it over: "Find some time, take a few people to Qingyin Pavilion for a stroll."

Back at Zhou's house, there was no one who was going to be violent in the storm, Mu Xiaoque put the snacks she bought on the table, searched around the room, and hurriedly changed her clothes when she was disappointed.

When he went out, he saw Xuanxiu sect disciples passing by, he grabbed one of them and asked, "Did you see Xiao Qi?"

"Brother Seven has been out for more than an hour," Mu Xiaoque nodded after hearing this, let go of the hands on other people's shoulders, passed the crowd, and left the West Chamber in a blink of an eye.

He came to a shop selling dried fried fish on the side of the street, and threw down a piece of silver, "Do you see where the young man who was with me often went?"

"The young master with the weird hairstyle?" Seeing Mu Xiaoque nodding, the old man weighed the dried fish and said in a low voice: "After buying the dried fish, I went to the street, but my eyes are swollen, Commander, what happened? something?"

Mu Xiaoque pursed her lips and shook her head slowly, walking and asking questions all the way in the hidden piles on the street, and then completely lost Qi Ping's trace.

He felt extremely uneasy, and couldn't help feeling cold in his hands and feet.

The old woman at the wonton stall saw him sighing and said: "I'll send a few people to look for it, Commander, you also go to Zhou's house to see? Maybe he's back already."

Mu Xiaoque was enlightened in an instant, and threw a bunch of things in her arms on the table.

Just as he turned around to leave, he suddenly stopped, turned around and picked up everything again, passed through the crowded crowd outside like a gust of wind, and rushed back with light work.

Pushing open the door, but there was still no one inside, Mu Xiaoque looked at the deserted guest room, slowly clenched her hands, and the crispy fried fish made a crackling sound.

After a while, his tense body slowly relaxed again, he threw all his things on the table, ran to the low couch and looked through Qi Ping's baggage.

There was no shortage of clothes or anything. When he saw the almost 50 taels of silver, he breathed out, probably the little rascal was throwing a fit at him again.

Mu Xiaoque went to sit down at the table and arranged all the paper bags one by one, but after a long time, the table was still missing a corner.

He rummaged around the room for a while, and finally he had to take out a bag of candied fruit that Qi Ping had pressed under the pillow.

After setting up the entire table, he couldn't wait to look towards the door, clenching his fists and placing them on his knees nervously. He felt that a long time had passed, but he never saw anyone come back.

He turned his head to look at these monotonous paper bags and felt a little dissatisfied. After thinking about it, he started to unpack the packages again.

The small snacks of various colors make people drool when looking at them, and the aroma of roast chicken permeates the whole room.

All kinds of snacks exude a mouth-watering smell, and after everything is busy, Qi Ping still has no shadow.

Mu Xiaoque put her arms folded on the table, resting her chin in a slumped manner, listening to the sounds coming from all around.

The creaking of the stairs, the sound of approaching footsteps, the sound of the door opening next door, but no one stayed here.

He picked up the donkey in front of him and rolled it, imitating Qi Ping's usual way, and took a big bite, his lips were covered with bean flour, and Mu Xiaoque couldn't help but a smile appeared in his eyes.

However, before taking the second bite, he raised his head vigilantly and looked towards the window.

In the next moment, a long black arrow pierced through the window paper and was nailed into the wall with a thud, with a bright red cloth tied on it.

Mu Xiaoque flew out a copper coin from her fingertips and smashed it on the window frame, then jumped to the window and glanced outside, then moved to the wall and took off the piece of red cloth for a closer look.

"Outside the city, go straight east for three kilometers. If you are late, you will never see anyone again."

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