The handsome man in the entertainment industry

Huo asked word by word.

"Chen Daochang only calculated the approximate location. Xiao Ning should indeed still be around City A, but as soon as he wanted to make a more detailed calculation, he would directly spit out a mouthful of blood, and couldn't hold back any more."

Mr. Gu's voice sounded very helpless.

"It's extremely difficult and dangerous to pinpoint a person whose cultivation is deeper than your own. If you're not careful, you'll be backlashed. Chen Jia is willing to help to this point, it's already doing his best..."

He paused, and then continued: "What we are most afraid of now is that Xiao Ning takes Bai Fengchu to hide in that remote corner, and people have nowhere to look for...Since he still keeps A city, things will still happen. If there is a turning point, even if I dig three feet into the ground, I will turn him out!"

After finishing speaking, Mr. Gu promised that he would find another way to tell Xiao Xiao not to worry, so he hung up the phone call.

It was already late at night, Xiao Xiao and Ruan Mudeng had no time and no time to go back to their residence, so they borrowed a vacant room from the investigation team, and made do to rest until dawn.

This room is actually a lounge for the police on duty. The place is very small, except for a desk, a chair and a bedside table, there is only a sofa bed for one person.

"Sleep for a while, I will wake you up at dawn."

Ruan Mudeng pushed Xiao Xiao onto the sofa bed, "You haven't had a full night's sleep in three days."

Xiao Xiao's heart was full of things about Xiao Ning and Bai Fengchu. Although her body was exhausted to the extreme, her spirit was still very anxious.

He wanted to refuse to say that he couldn't sleep, but when he looked up, he saw the faint blackness under Ruan Mudeng's eyes. He immediately remembered that his apprentice had been by his side all these days. How long had he not rested? It's been a long time since I closed my eyes.

So Xiao Xiao put on her clothes and lay down on the bed, shrunk to the place next to the wall, forced to free up half of the bed.

"Come on, lie down with me for a while."

He patted the half-bunked bed next to him, and said to Ruan Mudeng.

Ruan Mudeng took off his coat obediently, and only wore a thin sleeveless T-shirt. He slept sideways next to Xiao Xiao, unfolded the clothes, and spread them across the two of them.

"Well, go to sleep..."

He put his arms around Xiao Xiao's shoulders, caressing his back gently and cherishingly as if stroking some rare treasure.

Xiao Xiao was touched very comfortably, like a cat being groomed by its owner, squinting her eyes comfortably, tilting her head towards Ruan Mudeng's shoulder socket, finding a position with a perfect arc, buried it in and stopped moving .

The long-lost tiredness seeped into consciousness like melted butter in the fusion of their body temperature. Xiao Xiao closed her eyes and gradually became confused.

"...Your way of slapping your back is really skilled..."

With his face pressed against Ruan Mudeng's neck, his breath passed over the other's skin, and he mumbled like a dream.

"Well, when I was in the village, I was very close to my relatives and neighbors, and occasionally helped them take care of their children."

Ruan Mudeng replied softly, his warm palms walked back and forth along the curve of Xiao Xiao's spine.

"……so good……"

Xiao Xiao's voice became lower and lower and slower.

"It's been a long time... I haven't been to Ruanjia Village... I really want to, um... go back with you... After these things are over..."

Before he finished speaking, he was already half-reclining and half-embracing Ruan Mudeng's half body, breathing heavily, and soon fell into a dreamless sleep.

Ruan Mudeng waited for a while to make sure that Xiao Xiao was indeed asleep, then he lowered his head and kissed his heart, tightened the coats covering the two of them, and closed his eyes.

Ruan Mudeng didn't know how long he had slept, but he could vaguely hear the sound of cups bumping against the table, as well as the unique rustling sound of paper rubbing against each other.

Those who have practiced martial arts all year round have sharper five senses than ordinary people. He immediately woke up from his sleep and opened his eyes suddenly.

There was one more person in the room at some point.

The man was obviously a tall man, wearing a long robe, with a high bun on his head, and soap boots on his feet. He was dressed as if he had just come out of an ancient costume studio and hadn't had time to take off his outfit yet.

He was facing away from the two people who were sleeping together on the sofa bed, sitting in front of the table, reading a book while sipping tea by the light of the desk lamp.

Even though the door of the room was locked and the windows were closed, there was suddenly someone more in the room in the middle of the night, and he was still such an inappropriately dressed man in an ancient costume. Logically speaking, Ruan Mudeng felt that he should have jumped up and looked for someone at random. Something for self-defense.

However, unexpectedly, the moment he saw the man in front of him, he had a strange intuition, and he didn't feel shocked or scared at all, and even had some inexplicable intimacy.

Ruan Mudeng looked back at Xiao Xiao beside him, and saw that his master was still curled up on the sofa bed, sleeping soundly.

"Come here and pour me a cup of tea."

The man with his back to them seemed to know that Ruan Mudeng had woken up, so he didn't turn his head, but dragged his tune and ordered him to do things.

The man's voice sounded like he was about 50 years old, and his voice was very strange, but full of air, with a tone of Gan dialect. Ruan Mudeng guessed that this man should also be a practicing family.

So he turned over and got out of bed, walked to the table, and refilled the stranger's cup of tea himself.

"Not bad, not bad, although the tea is not good tea, but that kid's apprentice is a filial apprentice."

The middle-aged man picked up the teacup, not afraid of scalding his mouth, raised his head and drained the tea in one breath.

"Haven't you asked senior Gao's name?"

Ruan Mudeng poured tea for this man again, and asked respectfully.

Looking at the middle-aged man who suddenly broke into the house, Ruan Mudeng found that his appearance was younger than he imagined. He looked only in his early forties. He had a Chinese character face with clear outlines, no chin, and eyebrows. But it is very bushy, with a protruding nose and a square mouth. It is not handsome, but it is very masculine.

"Hahahaha!"

Hearing Ruan Mudeng's question, the middle-aged man suddenly burst into laughter—however, the strange thing was that their voices were as loud as the man's laughter, and Xiao Xiao, who was lying on the sofa bed three steps away, still closed her eyes. With eyes closed, like a piglet, he fell asleep without feeling anything.

"I have taken in two apprentices all my life, but I failed to teach them well!"

The middle-aged man didn't answer the question, but turned his head to glance at the sleeping Xiao Xiao, and stared at Ruan Mudeng with burning eyes.

"One apprentice has become the devil king of the world, and no one can do anything to him; although the other has a good heart, he lacks a little ambition, and he knows how to mess around all day long!"

While talking, the man rolled up the ancient book he was looking at just now, and patted Ruan Mudeng's forehead twice with the scroll.

"I didn't expect that brat Xiao Xiao to have a better vision than me. My apprentice is upright and filial!"

The thin scroll was slapped on the head, so naturally it didn't hurt at all.Ruan Mudeng opened his eyes wide, and realized the identity of the middle-aged man in front of him in a flash.

"division……"

Before he could utter the last word, he was interrupted by the scroll coming from his head.

"Okay, okay, don't deal with those vain etiquette."

The middle-aged man waved his hand, put one elbow on the table, and crossed his legs.

"It's also my fault that I was soft-hearted at the time and didn't clean up the house thoroughly, so there will be so many broken things later."

The man let out a long sigh and scratched his neck, "Thinking about it now, everything is a karmic cycle, and the retribution is not good!"

Ruan Mudeng's heart was pounding, as if he had realized the man's implication, he immediately raised his fists and bowed deeply to the bottom.

"Please advise!"

"You son of a bitch, how many years have I passed away as an old man, can Huanyang fight for you?"

The middle-aged man greeted Ruan Mudeng's back of the head a few more times with the scroll in his hand, and cursed bitterly:

"Besides, if you can't beat you, can't you think of something else? Think about it yourself!"

After speaking, he slapped the book in his hand on the table.

When Ruan Mudeng raised his head again, the room was empty, and the middle-aged man had long since disappeared.

The thread-bound ancient book on the table was still in the same state as when the middle-aged man rolled it up and beat someone up, and the yellowed pages were already crumpled from being ravaged.

With the dim light of the desk lamp, Ruan Mudeng glanced at the content on the page:

"Lawyer Xi Daoxuan was sitting alone in the meditation room when he suddenly heard thunder coming from the west..."

Chapter 122, Thirteen, Scourge 05

The sky in the east had just turned pale, and the faint morning light shone through the window in front of the bedside of the sofa bed. Ruan Mudeng suddenly opened his eyes, focusing on the moldy ceiling above his head, feeling dazed for a while.

In the cognition in his mind, he clearly "woke up" once, and was sitting at the table reading the book left by his master and the old man, but in the blink of an eye, he was lying next to Xiao Xiao again, hugging Looking at the hot and soft body of the lover who slept, he woke up from the dream again.

Ruan Mudeng was stunned for a while, recalling everything he saw in the dream.

The masculine ancestor who looks very masculine, and the man's demeanor like a wandering ranger instead of a high-ranking man, and his seemingly inadvertent remarks, and...he saw in his dream The tattered book whose binding thread is about to fall apart.

Ruan Mudeng's memory has always been very good. Although he can't simply summarize the books he has read once with "photographic memory", it is definitely not a problem to remember [-]% or [-]% of them.

But even though he read it very carefully in the dream, when he thinks about it carefully at this moment, he still can't remember what was written later, and only firmly remembers the first article he suddenly saw. Content - a plot