death like wind

Hu Daren took a long time to put on that complicated ancient costume. If he wore a jade belt, he would look like a wealthy businessman. We can call the butcher brothers and sisters.

The three of them finally arrived at the front hall, and there was a sound of the gavel, and the county magistrate was already sitting on the high platform with his big belly, while the crying old woman and the troupe leader with treacherous eyebrows were still kneeling in the hall.

What is different today is that the master saw Hu Daren and beckoned him to go over, and asked him what he thought, Hu Daren winked at Su Jin, and said with his lips: "What are you talking about?"

Su Jin didn't think about it for a while, and a cold voice came from behind: "Bring down the wife of the troupe master."

Turning around, it was Yan Xilin. Su Jin immediately ran over with a smile on her face, but why didn't Yan Xilin even look at him?

Hu Daren stepped into the role, and said to the master: "The villain thinks that the theater troupe leader doesn't need to ruin his own business, but it might be a grudge between women."

The master squinted his eyes and looked at Hu Daren with satisfaction, and said: "As I thought, he is smart."

This master was so shameless that he praised himself by the way.

Just after the county magistrate pinched the orchid finger, pulled the beard, and asked the master what you think, the plot changed. The master took the credit and whispered in the fat ear of the county magistrate: "Why don't you bring the class leader's wife, Mrs. Du, to interrogate her?" ?”

The magistrate of the county knocked on the gavel, and the fat on his face shook three times: "Come here, Mrs. Du, the wife of the troupe master, come here!"

The ones who went to detain the people were of course the three little friends who took the post of yamen servants last night. They had already changed into the police uniforms and stood in a group of NPCs conscientiously with sticks and canes in their hands. He yelled: "Hurry up and bring Mrs. Du here. If you don't do well on duty on the first day, you won't be able to keep your job!"

The three little friends trembled, put away their sticks, flogged their asses and ran away. There was no other reason, the necessary tasks given by the NPC had to be completed, otherwise it would not only be as simple as losing their jobs, but they didn't even know if they would be able to keep their jobs.

While waiting, the magistrate pinched the orchid finger and picked up the teacup and blew away the froth.

Su Jin also became thirsty looking at it, turned her gaze to Yan Xilin, and asked, "Where did you go this morning?"

Yan Xilin straightened his messy clothes and said, "Go shopping."

It seems that Su Jin is not the only one with big hearts...

"Should we follow the past and see, that Du family is not so easy to decide." Su Jin was worried about the three unlucky friends on the surface, but in fact wanted to join in the fun.

Qiao Wuchai immediately said: "I'm not going!" He was too lazy to leave.

Su Jin looked at Hu Daren, and Hu Daren immediately waved his hands and said, "I have to watch the master, in case they act like demons."

Su Jin looked at Yan Xilin again, and asked, "Are you going?"

"Yeah." Yan Xilin smiled faintly, and walked out first with the hem of her clothes lightly fluttering.

Su Jin hurriedly followed, the noisy noise on Qingshi Street was endless, and pedestrians crowded shoulder to shoulder, Su Jin was scattered by the crowd for a while, and almost fell, when he was being squeezed dizzy, a soft jade hand stretched out and gently held his wrist, After a while, he crashed into the arms of a warm and fragrant jade, with a faint fragrance lingering around the tip of his nose.

Su Jin took the opportunity to eat tofu, leaned into this embrace, and quietly held that slightly cold hand instead.

He remembered that Master said that there are three kinds of people with cold fingers, one is weak, the other is killing too much, and the third is...

As if being scalded, Yan Xilin slammed his hand away, and stepped back a few steps to distance himself from him in a flustered expression. After his expression changed slightly, he still had the same shallow look.

Su Jin staggered for a while, blinked and smiled, and walked over again indifferently, pointing to the bun shop on the street and said: "The buns smell really good, do you have any currency in circulation here?"

The third is cold-hearted.

Yan Xilin nodded, took out a money bag and gave it to him instead, this time he didn't reject his approach again, Su Jin took the money bag to buy a few buns, and asked, "Do you want to eat?"

"No." Yan Xilin looked at him with a gentle smile, as if the vision just now was just an illusion.

Then let it be an illusion, Su Jin has a big heart and a big nerve, bought a bun and brought it to her mouth to smell the smell, her nose shrugged, and after taking a big mouthful, the meat came out and touched him mouth.

Yan Xilin took out a handkerchief and wiped it carefully for him, and said softly, "If you like, I can make it for you too."

"You know how to cook?" Su Jin asked in surprise, obviously yesterday she only handed over a bowl of hot water to perfunctory.

Yan Xilin smiled and rolled her eyes, and said, "I will do whatever you like."

"How do you know which ones I like?" Su Jin didn't take it seriously, and took a whole bun into her mouth. She was so hot that her tears were watering and she breathed out. Those moist peach eyes were clear and clear, and the water waves were rolling. , sparkling can not square things.

Yan Xilin tilted her head and thought for a while, and said a bunch of dish names that Su Jin was familiar with: "Braised lotus seeds in sugar, steamed chicken, sweet and sour carp, pork with shiitake mushrooms, pork ribs with garlic, stir-fried beef... ...and fried chicken legs."

"This is my knee, please take it away!" Su Jin was about to kneel down for him, where did this god come from, and is there something else he doesn't know?

Yan Xilin laughed softly. During the conversation, they had already arrived at the Jiangnan Theater, and the noise and cries behind the half-covered gate shook the apricot blossoms on the wall. Su Jin pushed the door open and saw three policemen in suits. The little friends in uniform stood in a row at a loss, heard the noise and turned their heads to look at the two of them. The desire to survive in their eyes can be said to be very strong.

Du Shi fell to the ground and slapped the ground, a thick layer of powder fell off his face, and the powder visible to the naked eye danced in the sun. Du Shi cried out without image: "The short-lived man It's not good to die, but I want to die in my backyard, not to mention ruining the troupe's reputation and making the troupe owe a fart! My Du family owed her in the previous life, so I came here to be a demon in this life!"

Li Yaxin had never seen such an NPC before. Seeing Su Jin and the two of them seemed to see a savior, and hurried to ask for help. Because they ran too fast, the head-catching cap on top of their heads bounced and crooked.

"This NPC doesn't cooperate. After talking a lot, she couldn't trigger her to move. I have been howling for a long time. This won't work. Is there any way for you?"

"May I try?" Su Jin walked up to Mrs. Du, took advantage of her time to breathe, and said, "Your husband is dead, hurry up and collect the body!"

"The gas tank exploded in your backyard!"

"I saw Boss Du visiting a brothel!"

The NPC stood still.

"Oh, you are trying to force me to do a trick, right? You are ugly, the ugliest woman in hometown town, you can't even match a finger of that sidekick!"

"..."

Du's crying expression was finally broken, his eyes widened viciously, and he grabbed Su Jin with his ten fingers like hooks, but Su Jin had already taken precautions, and immediately ran away. The NPC chased after him cursing, and he was about to leave Du's house At the gate, she stopped, and returned to her original position with a dull expression, repeating the previous crying again.

"That short-lived person will die in the backyard of my house, not to mention ruining the troupe's reputation and making the troupe owe a fart! My Du family owed her in the previous life, so I came here to be a demon in this life! "

"..." Li Yaxin swallowed, feeling as if she had asked the wrong person, and began to shift her gaze to Yan Xilin who was lazily leaning on the pillar and watching from the beginning to the end.

Sensing being watched, Yan Xilin turned her head and smiled at him, then shifted her gaze to Su Jin again.

Su Jin dawdled to his side in frustration, and said gloomily, "This is really a pure and unpretentious NPC. He always sticks to his post, and I haven't quit."

"I'll do it." Yan Xilin smiled softly with his eyes bent, looked around the room, rolled up his sleeves, took a vase and weighed it in his hand, then walked to the place where he was immersed in sadness and couldn't extricate himself. The NPC smashed the vase in his hand to the back of Du Shi's head so violently that Du Shi was knocked unconscious.

There was an eerie dead silence in the air.

Without realizing it, Yan Xilin threw the broken vase in his hand, took out a handkerchief to wipe his fingers contentedly, and said, "Tie him away."

This is a suffocating operation.

Su Jin: Kneel down with a plop, I accept this wave.

The three policemen recovered from their daze, mechanically tied up the stunned Du Shi, and Yang Duo, the only man among them, carried her on his shoulders, and was so shocked by the operation that he still didn't want to belong.

Yan Xilin walked up to Su Jin, saw him looking at her strangely, and couldn't help asking: "Is there a flower on my face?"

Su Jin said: "Your character design has collapsed."

Yan Xilin's face changed when he heard the words, and he frowned slightly and rubbed his wrist, and said aggrievedly: "That hit just now hurt my hand so much, I need Xiao Jinjin to blow it off."

Su Jin: You might as well not save it, the collapse will be even worse.

All the way back to the county office in silence, Yang Duo pressed the person under the hall, under the baptism of a basin of clear water, Mrs. Du woke up faintly choking on the water, glanced at the county magistrate in the hall, trembled in fright, and then saw his family That soft-eared husband's face became even more ugly.

"Hey! Is the Jiangnan opera troupe Du Shi under the hall?" The county magistrate loved to knock on the gavel, and the black gauze hat on his head was shaken by the sound.

Mrs. Du knelt down, knocked her head on the ground, and said with a trembling voice, "It's the concubine."

The old woman was so anxious that she rushed over to pull her hair, angry and sad, her hoarse cry resounded through the courtroom: "It was you, the femme fatale who killed my son, all of your Du family died badly, and none of them were clean. of!"

The county magistrate picked out her ears and impatiently waved his hands to make the yamen guard gag her mouth. The master acted as the face at the right time, and said to the old woman in a gentle voice: "Right and wrong have their own conclusions, and our master Qingtian will naturally give you an explanation. "

Su Jin felt like throwing egg and vegetable leaves after watching it, thinking that it was not something a master Qingtian would have done yesterday.

Yan Xilin felt something in her heart, turned her head and smiled at him, and whispered in her ear: "Look at the plaque on the court."

The breath was lightly puffed into the ear holes, crispy, crispy, numb, Su Jin blushed so hot that she hid herself, and raised her eyes when she heard the words, and saw the big words on the plaque: bright mirror hangs high.

Su Jin blinked in confusion, and said, "I don't see anything wrong."

Yan Xilin moved closer, looking like he was being held in his arms, pointing with slender fingers, and said: "Look carefully at the engraving below."

While the sleeves were dancing, a faint fragrance wafted out again, and Su Jin suddenly felt that before meeting Yan Xilin, he seemed to have smelled this fragrance somewhere before, and he was a little fascinated and looked in the direction of his fingers , I had to look at it for a long time in a daze before realizing that there were two small characters written on it: Chuzhou.

Chuzhou, hometown town.

Seeing that he noticed it, Yan Xilin pointed at the county magistrate sitting in the hall scratching his head and ears, and said with a smile, "If you look at his clothes again, what's wrong?"

Su Jin looked at it again, and it was really not clear what happened now. Yan Xilin, who was so puzzled that she was showing off, said, "Just tell me directly."

It was the first time for Su Jin to experience this kind of helplessness. He still remembered that Yu Yu and Mo Yan had such helplessness in the first nightmare world.

Yan Xilin lowered her eyes lightly, and her eyes lingered on Su Jin's lips. The two were so close that they almost touched each other. Su Jin leaned back uncomfortably, turned her head and coughed.

Yan Xilin stood up straight, with black hair hanging over his shoulders like a waterfall, he smiled and said, "You call me good brother, and I'll tell you."

"..."

The author has something to say:

Dushi: huh huh

Su Jin: You ugly

Du Shi chased him for a whole street, Su Jin shouted: Death is like the wind, always with me!

The title of the book should be Death Like the Wind, high-end, atmospheric, and high-end!Rename it when you're done!