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The thief didn't know if he was in a panic during the chase, but he ran headlong into this deserted restaurant. His wish was not fulfilled, and he even tended to go to the second floor. If he went any further, he might be torn apart immediately.

The bull-headed horsemen who maintained order in the ghost market held funeral sticks and surrounded them outside—they were obviously higher than the thief, and they knew that there was an untouchable person in the restaurant, so they didn't dare to act rashly.

Xie Changlin was finally willing to look away from Su Chan's body, he turned his head and glanced out the window, the huge devilish energy instantly wrapped the restaurant tightly, silently threatening.

"You, get out."

The thief who is still hesitating on the first floor is a mouse spirit. Although the stolen things cannot enter the black tower, they can still be sold for a good price in the ghost market.It is used to taking advantage of the sheep, and it can't get rid of this problem for a while, so it has become the current dilemma.

The sound was like a muffled thunder, blasting in from its ears with a "boom", it was more like a killing order than a warning, so that the mouse spirit didn't hear clearly what it said, and the person had already crouched on the ground and turned into its original shape, Blood overflowed from the mouth and nose, and although he was not dead, he passed out completely.

The stolen shakuhachi hit the ground with a short syllable.This is a relic from the previous dynasty. Although the workmanship is good, it is not considered an antique. There are some complicated patterns drawn on it, half of which seem to be child-like graffiti, and the brushstrokes are very immature, while the other half is much more detailed. Su Chan held it In his hand, he could distinguish some familiar runes.

They had just come down from the second floor, and the shopkeeper was unhurriedly flicking his abacus behind the counter—although Xie Changlin couldn't be offended, Su Chan and Luo Ming were surprisingly easy-going, not to mention Mr. Luo was always generous, the money for drinks, meals The money, and the money for the tables and chairs that will be damaged in a fight later, can be regarded as settled.

"Shakuhachi?" Su Chan's fingertips caressed the hole made of bamboo, as if he was becoming more and more incomprehensible to the things sold in this ghost market.Although Feng Ya's soul is attached to this thing, when the previous dynasty fell, many dead souls had nowhere to go, and I am afraid that their ancestors really lived in the ancestral tablet - it is indeed not rare.

"Do you like it?" Xie Changlin always upholds the style of cutting troubles with a sharp knife. If Su Chan didn't want to go downstairs to take a look, he wouldn't bother to take care of it.

But Xie Changlin's principles and habits are obviously vulnerable to Su Chan. Let alone persistence, he may not even have a bottom line. He silently wrote down "he likes silk and bamboo" in his heart, and seriously considered putting the silk and bamboo in his bedroom. The chime bells lined up with more than a hundred seats moved to Su Chan's residence in one go.

There is wind in the world, and maybe in the dead of night, there will be dull and fragmented sounds accompanying the dream.

"I'm actually..." Before Su Chan finished speaking, Xie Changlin waved his hand proudly, "I bought it!"

"..." The life of a poor Taoist priest should be money-seeking, and this thoughtless and self-talking Lord of the World instantly became cute.

With a word from Xie Changlin, Luo Ming took out a small purse the size of a palm from his pocket, which seemed to be only enough to hold a tael of silver, but it took him half a stick of incense to dig out, let alone the piled up treasures. The small "shakuhachi" is more than enough to buy the whole stall.

The owner of the hotel instantly regretted it, wondering if the rich man would still want to vacate the wine cellar now?

"What else do you like, Mister?" Xie Changlin asked again, "It's rare to come to the ghost market, it would be a pity if you go back empty-handed."

"Master likes preserved apricots, sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, the emperor's uncle and all kinds of rare magical artifacts." Yao Guang sold them quickly and accurately without hesitation.The little baby blinked and smiled at Su Chan and Yu Heng, "Yao Guang likes elder brother and master the most!"

"..." He couldn't even swear for a while.

Su Chan stretched out his hand with a wry smile, and scratched the tip of Yao Guang's nose. The child didn't know what he did wrong, so he grabbed Su Chan's finger and rubbed it.

There is always someone in Xie Changlin's heart, he rarely mentions it, and even Luo Ming only knows a little about it.

When the prehistoric era opened, that man was wearing a large blue and white crane cloak, wading up the river, carrying a faint firefly guiding light in his hand, accompanied by the breeze, with mountains and rivers beside him, his peach blossom eyes always moved quietly. With a smile in his mouth, he occasionally mocked his young self thousands of years ago.

Xie Changlin had secretly made an oath that one day, he would hold that person's face, solemnly say "[-] years old is no longer a child", carry him back, and prove this with his own body.

However, the way of heaven is impermanent, that person wandered around and suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Xie Changlin was once so angry that he wanted to pour the heaven and the earth over, forcing the so-called heaven to give him back a living person, but later he became angry with himself for being worthless, thinking about a silent bastard.

This kind of lovesickness exhausted Xie Changlin for thousands of years. When we saw each other again, he wished to present him with the world's treasures.

Xie Changlin sighed almost inaudibly, because Yao Guang sat on his head and grabbed Su Chan's fingers, the clean scent of his fingertips pacified Xie Changlin's restless mood along his breath.

Because this appearance and demeanor have been engraved in Xie Changlin's bones and blood, so even though Luo Ming is not good at learning and the painting is as simple as two strokes, he still feels a strong sense of familiarity.

There is only one person here, don't do what he thinks.

"Senior...Senior..." Seeing that he couldn't shout to him twice, Su Chan could only pass his hand in front of Xie Changlin's eyes. This time, Xie Changlin reacted quickly and firmly grasped Su Chan's hand.

There was a kind of persistence in his palm, Su Chan struggled twice, but he couldn't get rid of it, it was Xie Changlin who came to his senses first and let him go, and said softly, "Sorry".

Xie Changlin had an unapologetic face, and when he said such words, Su Chan hurriedly shook his head, "Senior, there is no need to do this...the market will be closed in two minutes, we should not delay."

One big, two small and three money fans all stared at Xie Changlin.

For so many years, Su Chan and the ghost market have only had a dewy love affair, and they have truly achieved "If you don't bring life, you don't take it with you". The gold owner voluntarily delivered it to the door and let the blackmailer.

So inexplicably, it became Su Chan supporting Xie Changlin, followed by Mr. Luo, a Taifu who specialize in pocketing money, and when he left the restaurant, he threw the fainted thief and the gold and silver for the shakuhachi into the hands of Niutou Mamian, and then had fun. Like jumping around in the ghost market, he collected everything he bought in a blink of an eye, saving a large amount of extra expenses for the treasury of the Great Chu Emperor.

Xie Changlin then silently remembered in his heart, "It turned out to be an acquaintance", completely ignoring Su Chan's characteristic of being open-eyed when he sees money.

Although he was not welcomed by the courtiers, and for some reason, he was left outside since he was a child, and he returned to the court a few years ago, but after all, he is the prince of Dachu and Su Heng's biological brother. □□, there is no gold and silver Pixiu, every penny is earned by hard work, and the national treasury is all blood and sweat, and every penny saved is also a penny.

By the time the market closed, Yao Guang's stomach was already full of treasures, the little doll was a little drunk, and dizzy, the whole shikigami was paralyzed on the top of Xie Changlin's head, and he still hiccupped and muttered softly, "So full."

Poor Yao Guang has finally had enough food since birth, thanks to the blessing of a demon.

Xie Changlin followed closely behind, he seemed not in a hurry to leave, and followed Su Chan around in circles with great interest.

Now that it was almost Mao time, Da Chu's ancestor worship ceremony was usually arranged three hours later. Although Su Chan was an unpopular prince, he always had to be there to fool around out of consideration for blood, not to mention his relationship with Su Chan. Brother Heng has a very strong relationship, and all the officials know that if Su Heng's face is refuted, he will inevitably be complained - Su Heng is good at everything, even if he grows up and takes on such a responsibility, he is still as childish as when he was a child.

When he came out of Qingyuan Temple, he was dressed very casually, very light white, and Da Chu's ritual costumes were specially weaved and spun, and they always adhered to the bad taste of the founding of the country, and they were so gaudy that they were dazzling. He looked like he went to the ceremony to pay homage, and the next day Su Heng received a three-foot impeachment post, and he was committed to driving him to a barren land to fend for himself.

"..." But with such a big tail at the back, Su Chan couldn't go back to the Qingyuan Temple for a while, and it was really a headache.

With the presence of the old god Xie Changlin, it was certain that Su Chan's hands were short, and he would not be able to say harsh words to drive people away. He was still exactly the same as before, his thoughts and worries were written in the center of his brows, and the wrinkled Xie Changlin wanted to rub it away.

"Sir, won't you go back to Qingyuan Temple?" Xie Changlin asked, he was also a bit malicious, as early as when he saw the painting, Xie Changlin sent someone to find out the details of Su Chan, not to mention a huge Qingyuan. Yuanguan, that is, which yard and room he lived in, which flowers were planted on the left, and which grasses were planted on the right, Xie Changlin knew everything about him—he was not ashamed at all of this behavior of being able to report to officials.

Luo Ming was trying to reduce his sense of existence, and he shuddered suddenly when he heard the words, worried about his master's wickedness.

"..." Su Chan, who was walking in a muffled voice, also stopped suddenly, and looked at Xie Changlin from top to bottom.He is well aware of the other party's ability, and he is not very surprised to see this point, but he really can't figure out what he did so well that made the demon think about it--every day is idle, and the lazy bones loose.

Even though Xie Changlin's affection for Su Chan can be summed up eighty-nine out of ten in the words "conspiracy and concern", he is still a very personable person.Xie Changlin was half a step away from Su Chan, a little behind, just in time to see the twilight light of the early morning pass through the thin hairs on Su Chan's face, and wrap him in it, like sparks in a lamp, the more he didn't want to, The more provocative.