The Hierarch Has a Black Moonlight

"Two adjacent upper rooms." Yan Qimo threw down a few pieces of silver and followed the nodding and bowed Xiaoer up the stairs.

When he came out from the bottom of the river, he caught a glimpse of Wu Jin rubbing his eyes and yawning, he seemed to be in a bad mood.After all, after bouncing around in the corridor for a long time, I think I was a little sleepy.

I was going to take her to rest in the mosque, but then I thought of her lively nature, if she stayed in the mosque, she might get bored and would come out to play sooner or later.It's better not to go back at all, but to play outside for a few more days.

Anyway, the weather has been good recently, Yan Qimo also wanted to relax.

The shopkeeper saw that she had an extraordinary bearing and generous spending, so he asked Xiaoer to arrange the best two rooms for the two of them in a timely manner.

"Xiao Jin, you can sleep in this room."

Wu Jin pushed open the door, and when her sleepy body saw the big, soft bed covered with warm quilts, she was immediately attracted to it, and threw herself on it.

Mmm... so soft.

Wu Jin's eyelids opened and closed, a red figure appeared in the half-closed eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised up somehow.

"Yan Qimo, good night."

The bed in the upper room was clean and fresh, and soft. Wu Jin slept peacefully and comfortably on it, and had a good night's sleep.

Yan Qimo was not as sleepy as she was, she was still calm and relaxed, and she unhurriedly let go of a carrier pigeon when she returned to the house, and then she fell asleep as usual.

Waking up the next day, Wu Jin regained her vivacious vigor and knocked lightly on the door next door: "Yan Qimo, good morning."

The door opened with a squeak, and it turned out that Yan Qimo had already woken up and was waiting for her in the room.

"Xiao Jin, come in."

Wu Jin stepped over the threshold and said with a smile, "Yan Qimo, where are we going to play today?"

There were a few pieces of rice paper on the table in the room, as well as inkstones and ink-stained brushes. Yan Qimo sat on the stool and said, "Didn't you say to help Xiaojin regain her memory? I'll draw some for you Like, take it out and post it later to see if anyone knows you."

When Yan Qimo smiled, her face was full of amorous feelings as always, but the heart hidden under the skin and bones was full of changes, for example... No matter how gorgeous the color is, it can't hide the deep and pure blackness.

It's a pity that Wu Jin can't see that heart, nor can he see the fox's hidden tail, but can only see that deceptive face, and all he can think about is all the good things about her after meeting Yan Qimo, so naturally he firmly believes in her.

Wu Jin glanced at the stack of rice paper, the people on it seemed to be exactly the same as himself, and they were drawn beautifully.

It turns out that Yan Qimo's painting skills are also so superb, Wu Jin worshiped: "Yan Qimo, is there anything you don't know?" Certainly not.

"No." Yan Qimo answered exactly as Wu Jin thought, her eyes were full of determination and arrogance, "Let's go, I'll take you out to play."

The two found several bulletin boards to post Wu Jin's portrait, but when they turned to leave, Yan Qimo's hand behind her back was a gesture that others could not understand.

It is a code word of Wuwang God Sect, used to...

As soon as a group of congregants disguised as commoners saw the gesture of the leader, they immediately ran to the bulletin board, and gently tore off the newly posted portrait and took it away.

"Yan Qimo, let's go and see that!"

Wu Jin dragged Yan Qimo to a small stall, covered with colorful porcelain dolls, dressed in clothes different from those of the people from the Central Plains, with a head bigger than her body, with a happy smiling face drawn on it.

The big head started to shake as soon as it was touched by Wu Jin's fingers, a smiling face waved back and forth, and then gradually calmed down.

Wu Jin poked several times in a row, and a group of porcelain dolls began to shake their heads.

"This is really fun!"

"This is a bobblehead doll, sent from afar from Koryo, with one tael of silver." The stall owner explained with a smile.

One tael of silver?Wu Jin pulled out his sleeves and touched his pockets, and found that there was nothing but a bunch of zhenlongcao ... and no money.

Looking at Yan Qimo with begging eyes, she really wants one...

Yan Qimo felt that she liked the eyes of the little pet more and more, the pitiful look was extremely interesting.

So he couldn't help but throw a tael of gold into the stall owner's hand: "Which one does Xiao Jin like? Just pick."

The stall owner collected a huge amount of money once, and his eyes shone with gold: "Choose whatever you want, pick whatever you want." With so much money, it's no problem to buy the whole stall.

Wu Jin happily picked them up at the stall, and finally took two of the porcelain dolls, held them in her hand and poked their heads: "It's so cute, I want these two."

Full of joy, she turned her head sideways: "Thank you, Yan Qimo!"

Pedestrians came and went, and there were all kinds of stalls. Suddenly, there was a loud shout on the peaceful street.

"what!!!"

Immediately, the crowd was frightened and screamed in horror, one after another, deafening.

A group of people scattered in fright and fled with their heads in their arms. Only then did Wu Jin see a gleaming ring-shaped steel knife appearing in his field of vision.

The man who came from nowhere was holding a big knife and slashing wildly. He staggered and almost couldn't stand still, but his hands were full of strength.When the steel knife was swung down, the sound of hula cutting through the air could still be heard.

It looked like it was venting some pain.

"Medicine...give me medicine..." The man ran forward with a knife in his hand, his bloodshot eyes stared at Wu Jin and Yan Qimo who were standing still, he raised his knife and chopped off head-on.

The two of them easily dodged this kind of disorderly attack with a slight side of their body, but unfortunately the stall behind them suffered.

——Bang, the case is divided into two

——Wow, the porcelain on it fell to the ground and turned into a pile of colorful fragments of porcelain slag.

The stall owner ran away, and didn't pay much attention when he turned around and saw that his stall was smashed.If he had let it go before, he would definitely feel bad, but now that he took Yan Qimo's ingot of gold, it would be more than enough to buy dozens of such stalls, and it would not be surprising to lose one.

On the contrary, Wu Jin looked at the unrecognizable pile of broken porcelain on the ground, feeling sad and regretful.

So many lovely porcelain dolls...

"Ah!!" There was another hoarse howl, Yan Qimo frowned unhappily, clamped the man's wrist holding the knife with one hand, and broke it into pieces mercilessly with a "click".

The man who had lost his hand dropped the steel knife, and was immediately kicked down to the ground, the pain was so painful that he was drained of all his strength to howl.

"Catch Ya, please make way!"

"Catch Ya, please make way!"

With uniform footsteps and repeated dignified voices, a group of police officers rushed into sight, and soon surrounded the troublemaker.

"Are you all right?" The chief of the police looked around and asked worriedly.

After confirming that no civilians were injured nearby, he signaled his subordinates to put the troublemaker in shackles and take him away.

Wu Jin was still feeling sorry for the pile of colorful tiles on the ground, the porcelain doll who was shaking her head and smiling just now.

Pity……

"Xiaojin likes it, so I'll just buy it for you." Yan Qimo looked at her pursed mouth, and involuntarily comforted her: "I'll take you to buy other things."

Wu Jin strolled along the bustling street, and her mood improved a lot, and the things in her hands became more and more.

"Yan Qimo, look at this sugar man!"

"This shadow play is really interesting!"

"Yan Qimo, this bird is learning how to speak from me! Cuckoo, cuckoo, Yan Qimo is so nice." Wu Jin stopped in front of a cage in the bird market, raised her head and pouted.

"Yan Qimo is so kind." The red-haired parrot opened its pointed beak and learned a sentence with style.

"Yan Qimo is a good person."

"Yan Qimo is...a bad guy, a bad guy!" The parrot flapped its wings and jumped around in the cage, "Bad guy! Bad guy!"

The bird seller wiped his sweat nervously, and smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, you two, the previous one taught it a few words like this, and this beast has learned a lot."

"Bad guy! Bad guy!"

The bird was jumping up and down, but it made Wu Jin anxious: "Yan Qimo is a good person! Stinky birds are not allowed to talk nonsense!"

"Bad guy! Big bad guy!"

"Stinky bird! Shut up!" Wu Jin stomped his feet angrily, staring at it with puffy eyes. Seeing this, the bird dealer hurriedly took down the bird cage, knocked on the parrot's head, and put the bird cage Tucked behind him: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry you two, this beast is disobedient, I will definitely teach it a lesson when I go back!"

"It's okay, it doesn't matter." Yan Qimo didn't seem to be angry, with a calm expression on his face, "It's just an inhuman beast, Xiao Jin doesn't have to worry about it."

"Yan Qimo, you are a good person, it is talking nonsense."

"Ok, I know."

Some people said they didn't care, as if this farce ended and everything returned to normal.

The only thing that was unusual was the impressive carcass of a parrot that came out of nowhere in the middle of the night that day—feathers were plucked, skinned and bones were mangled, and the tongue grew out of its mouth , the death was extremely tragic.

Yan Qimo took Wu Jin to the best restaurant in the city, found a secluded empty table and sat down, and reported the names of a bunch of dishes to Xiaoer.

Until Wu Jin waved his hands again and again: "Enough is enough, enough is enough for Yan Qimo, we can't eat that much."

"Well, that's all." Yan Qimo stopped, took out an ingot of gold and threw it to Xiao Er.

Wu Jin looked at the shiny gold and swallowed: "Yan Qimo, you are really rich..."

It seems that buying things, eating, and lodging are all spent by Yan Qimo, but I am like a useless moth...

Thinking about it, Wu Jin's face was stained with a thin layer of embarrassment, and he couldn't help touching his bosom again.

I really don't have a penny...

I can't be a child from a down and out family, can I?Poor and poor, with a destitute family, maybe she couldn't even have enough to eat before she met Yan Qimo...

Wu Jin's head was suddenly filled with these strange thoughts. If she had no money, wouldn't she have to rely on Yan Qimo all the time, but she was a child from a poor family, even if she recovered her memory, she didn't have that much money to pay off her debts...

Wu Jin was thinking in a mess, but he hadn't figured out how to explain it to Yan Qimo, but it was Yan Qimo who spoke first.

"Well, it is very rich. It is enough to support Xiaojin."

The author has something to say: Ps: Wan Zun—Xiao Shou is really not Xiaobai! ! !She just relies more on trusting her opponents now QAQ, when she meets other people later, she will reveal her true colors! ! (My friend said that I wrote the little demon girl as a primary school student, and Xiaomeng wanted to kill her head-on, it’s really not!!!) The pace is relatively slow, and it takes some time to express it!

And... Don't worry, everyone, although this article should be a sweet pet in general (ah, it should be...), but it will definitely be abused... Hehehe, how can you see the truth if you don't abuse it... So don't worry, everyone, you will definitely see it later knife! ! !