After being homeless, he was picked up by God and brought home to be his husband.

The ghost market was busy at this time. There were countless vendors along the street, and the sounds of hawking were coming and going. Pedestrians on the street were rubbing shoulders. Chu Yitang was holding Shu Shu in his arms, and he was walking along the street, one large and one small. Not many people were watching.

Shu Shu leaned in the crook of his neck, feeling weak and silent. Chu Yitang reached out a hand to touch his forehead and asked:

"What's wrong? Are you sleepy or uncomfortable?"

Shu Shu didn't respond for a long time, and after a while, she climbed up from his shoulder, grabbing the fabric on his shoulder, her face even more disgusting than when she was in Jinxiu Tower: "Just now, that person said that to you, why did you let him in vain? Bullied?"

Chu Yitang thought about it for a moment, but he actually didn't quite remember what the man said. He smoothed away the messy hair on Shu Shu's face and explained: "I'm here to do business, why bother with that kind of person."

Besides, if he really cares about it, it won't look good with blood splattered three feet away. Don't ruin the situation and even pour blood on the child after failing to complete the matter. It's not worth it.

Shu Shu was even more angry than him. She grabbed a strand of hair on his shoulder and muttered:

"You were bullied and you said forget it. Why are you so indifferent? You obviously don't have a good temper."

Chu Yitang smiled, flicked his forehead and threatened:

"I have a bad temper and I will be the first to cause trouble for you. Remember to be careful."

Shu Shu's forehead was flicked by him, and his face became angry again. He covered his forehead angrily, lay back and stopped talking.

It was almost midnight when he returned to the inn. Chu Yitang asked the waiter to bring hot water. He originally wanted to give Shu Shu a bath, but Shu Shu refused and refused with a red face, saying that he would do it himself.

Chu Yitang thought he was thin-skinned and was embarrassed, so he didn't say anything. He just pinched his cheek and told him to come out early after washing to be careful of slipping, so he went to another shower cubicle.

When Shu Shu finished washing and getting dressed, Chu Yitang hadn't come back yet. He was wearing the new clothes that Chu Yitang bought for him, and climbed onto the bed with a squeak. Chu Yitang had tied his hair for him before taking a bath. It was a little crooked and round. Meatballs, disheveled, look ignorant and cute.

He was swinging his feet on the bed and playing with his fingers around his clothes. The door opened and Chu Yitang came in with a wooden basin. There was still water vapor lingering around him and it was misty.

The long black hair was gathered to one side at the left shoulder, still dripping water intermittently, soaking a large area of ​​clothing. Chu Yitang was wearing loose pajamas, with a loose collar, sliding down diagonally, and the deep collarbone under the slender neck could be seen, naked. His evenly long feet stepped on the wooden floor, and his skin became more and more moist and shiny due to the evaporation of water vapor. He took the handkerchief and wiped the ends of his hair casually to wipe away the water droplets.

Chu Yitang put the basin on the basin stand. While drying the towel, he looked sideways at Shu Shu, and found that Xiao Douding was stunned, his face was red from steaming, his eyes were dull, and he didn't know where he was looking.

Worried that Shu Shu was really uncomfortable, Chu Yitang touched his forehead again. It was extremely hot. He was worried and asked again:

"Dou Ding, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Shu Shu seemed to come back to his senses when he was touched by his slightly cool hand, and seemed to be shocked. He shook his head vigorously, pursed his lips and moved aside, as if smoke was coming out of his head.

"It's okay, it's too hot, just wait... it'll be fine..."

Chu Yitang was still worried: "If you feel uncomfortable that night, remember to tell me, you know?"

Shu Shu didn't look at him and nodded weakly:

"understood."

When he fell asleep, Chu Yitang slept on the outside and moved the quilt a little closer to Shu Shu, fearing that he would not be able to take care of her when he kicked the quilt at night.

Maybe it was the experience at Jinxiu Tower tonight that made him feel uncomfortable, and he unexpectedly felt sleepy. Chu Yitang was dizzy, his eyelids were heavy, and he fell asleep after a while on the pillow.

The night was dark, and the sounds of people outside the window gradually stopped.

The wooden corridor of the inn was long and quiet, and there were no lights on. The servants who were keeping watch in front of the door were standing guard on the left and right. There were shadows of people moving in the darkness for a moment, so that the servants did not notice anything strange. They only felt a chill on their necks and then their bodies went limp. , fell down on the porch with a thud.

The man who was sleeping soundly in the house was suddenly awakened by the sound. He felt nervous and took out a short blade from under the pillow. He did not move rashly. He just lay on his side and listened to the movement outside the door.

The room was very quiet, and the whole inn was eerily silent. Not a single human voice could be heard, only the faint friction of the wine flags blown by the night wind.

The man was lying in the bed tent and heard the door creak. He could not raise his head. He could only see a pair of black boots slowly stepping into the room through the bed tent. The calves were slender and straight, and there were large embroidered silver threads on the uppers. The mature flower branches are glowing faintly in the night, and they are not dazzling in pieces. The hem of Mushan Zi's clothes hangs down, and around the waist is a tassel belt, tied with a thin silver chain, with a strange red bead hanging from the end, and a snow-white wrist guard. , there is a silver bracelet on the sharp-jointed wrist. The silver bracelet is carved with several faint flower branches, with a graceful posture and full of fragrance.

The black boots walked slowly and step by step to the bed. As the bed curtain was lifted, his long fingers poked into the curtain. The man looked ferocious, jumped up, and slashed his face with the cold knife in his hand!

The moment the knife fell, the blade was suspended in the air and was forced to stop. The man didn't even expend much effort. He intercepted the strike with all his strength with just one hand. The thin blade was caught between his fingers, and it was effortless and steady. Stable undertaking.

Big beads of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. The man's palms trembled and he swallowed in his throat. But by the time he realized that he wanted to call someone, it was already too late. No sound could come out of his throat, as if he was being strangled and unable to do anything. speak out.

The dagger in his hand was easily taken away, and the blade rubbed the back of his hand and was folded in his hand. The man's face was horrified, and fear overwhelmed his mouth and nose. He could only watch helplessly as the hand lifted up the bed curtain, but he was like a fish on a chopping board. , at the mercy of others.

"Since a person's mouth is not clean, there is no need to keep it."

He played with the blade of the knife in his hand carelessly. The blade grazed the man's fleshy cheek and cut off a lock of hair. The hair fell down, fell on the knife, and was gently shaken away.

The man's whole body was shaking like chaff, and there was bottomless fear in his eyes. The blade swam around, and finally stopped on his lower lip. The person stabbed his flesh with the tip of the knife, his voice was low and cold, and his narrow eyes were filled with murderous intent. now:

"Who do you think you are? Are you going to talk nonsense to him?"

"This knife, treat it as if he spares you, and treat it as a reward from me."

As soon as the words fell to the ground, the blade of the blade sank sharply between his teeth. The man's eyes suddenly popped out, and a muffled cry of helplessness escaped from his throat. Blood poured out, and the blade of the blade was dyed red in an instant, dripping onto the bed.

When he withdrew his hand, the man suddenly fell on the couch. He half-opened his mouth in pain and spat out a piece of bright red meat. The blood flowed back, almost choking him to death.

He threw the knife on the couch, Shi Shiran withdrew his hand and dusted it with disgust. He looked at the opposite side through the window, as if deep in thought, his eyelashes lowered, and the silver bracelet on his wrist flashed from time to time, which was even more beautiful against the flower branches. Lifelike.

It's probably not too late to go now

Thinking of this, he didn't stay any longer, crossed the threshold, and drifted away.