The Consequence of Judging Others by Appearance

"Actually, I didn't intend to leave without saying goodbye." Qi Yan put his hands on his knees obediently, with a standard gesture of admitting his mistake, "It was too late at that time, so I planned to call you after the morning, who knew where they were? Requirements, no contact with the outside world."

"Yes, Mr. Cen," said Zhao Zhicheng, who was sitting in the co-pilot's seat, "because this is a major event involving tens of thousands of people, so please refrain from contacting the outside world for the time being." Thinking of Cen Baihe's identity, Zhao Zhicheng added, "If you really have something important to deal with urgently, you can use our internal communication equipment to contact the outside world."

Cen Bohe nodded and had no objection to the arrangement of the special team.

When Qi Yan and Cen Bohe returned to the villa, several bored masters were showing the villa's feng shui, and some even moved the decorations of the villa by themselves.Daoist Shen and Daoist Xu, the brothers and sisters, had a disagreement on the placement of the fish tank. The two spoke from the sky, from the Tao Te Ching to architecture, but no one could convince the other. The more violent Shen Daochang almost slapped the table with Daoist Xu moved his hands.

Fortunately, there was also a gentler Master Zhao who stopped in the middle, so Daoist Shen didn't get too angry and flipped the table.

Most of the so-called masters are unattainable, but they are just made up by the uninformed.Everyone is born with a different temper and personality. Even the masters have their own style and temperament. How can it be possible that everyone is immortal, cold and clean?

But although this is true in fact, Gao Ronghua, who had fantasies about the world's experts since childhood, still has a feeling of shattered fantasies.This feeling didn't come to him until after Qi Yan and Cen Bohe rushed back.

With the addition of a stranger like Cen Baihe, the masters finally showed some restraint.But soon Gao Ronghua had another headache, that is, there were not enough rooms.They made a special trip to invite Mr. Cen over, so they can't let him live in another place alone, can they?

"Why don't you give Bohe a squeeze with me tonight?" Qi Yan looked at Cen Bohe, "Will it affect your sleep if you sleep with other people?"

"It's okay," Cen Bohe said, "I'll sleep with you tonight."

"That's fine," Qi Yan nodded, and said to Zhao Zhicheng, "Then please arrange the residence of Mr. Cen's bodyguard."

Zhao Zhicheng repeatedly responded, in his opinion, it would be safer for Mr. Cen to live with Master Qi.

"That's how it is, it's getting late, I'll take Baihe upstairs to sleep, good night, masters." Qi Yan handed a note to Zhao Zhicheng, "These are some things that the Jiuding Qiankun Formation needs, you should send them as soon as possible. Find everything."

Zhao Zhicheng took the list and took a look. It was not difficult to find anything, so Dang even agreed: "Please rest assured, Master Qi, we will definitely get everything ready as soon as possible."

Qi Yan told him to prepare things, and he felt relieved. If he was asked to do nothing, he would feel uneasy.

Cen Bohe followed Qi Yan back to the room, took a nightgown and took a shower.When he came out of the shower, he found that Qi Yan had pasted talisman papers on the windows and the walls, and there was a copper tripod the size of a child's palm placed near the window.

"This is……"

"I'm worried that it's not safe enough here," Qi Yan slapped a piece of talisman paper under the bed, clapped his hands and stood up and said, "At this moment, there is nothing wrong with being careful."

"The matter is serious?" Cen Baihe realized that this time the matter was different from what Qian Qian had encountered before, "How far has the matter developed?"

"Someone took the lives of tens of thousands of people to calculate the lives of us warlocks," Qi Yan shook off a quilt, "How do you say this account is settled?"

Shaking off the two fluffy and soft quilts, Qi Yan shrank back under the quilts, and patted the spare space around him, "You should be tired too, even if you want to chat, you should lie down." Don't sit when you can sit, and don't stand when you can sit, otherwise it is a kind of harsh treatment to yourself.

Cen Bohe hesitated for a moment, but finally followed Qi Yan's example and lay down.

"Isn't this much more comfortable?" Qi Yan turned over and faced the direction where he was lying, "Go to rest early, we can talk tomorrow if we have anything to say, I think you look a little unhappy."

"I'm fine, it's just that when I was on the plane, I was shaking a little bit, so I didn't get used to it." Cen Bohe's eyes accidentally met Qi Yan's collarbone, and then moved away uncomfortably, "I'll be fine after a while."

"Then go to bed earlier," Qi Yan yawned, "Good night."

"Well, good night." Seeing Qi Yan close his eyes and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, Cen Bohe felt a little reluctant to look away.

"By the way," Qi Yan suddenly opened his eyes and reached out to the head of the bed, "I forgot to turn off the light."

"Snapped."

The room suddenly darkened, leaving only a small night light still glowing faintly.

"Money money..."

"Ok?"

"It's okay," Cen Baihe laughed, suppressing the expectation and anxiety in his heart, "It's okay, go to sleep."

In the middle of the night, Cen Bohe had a dream. He dreamed that he was climbing the stairs with a large gold ingot on his back, but the gold ingot was too heavy. He found that one of Qianqian's legs was hanging on his waist.

He wanted to take off Qianqian's leg, but as soon as he moved, Qianqian hummed.Worried about affecting Qianqian's sleep, he had no choice but to let this leg rest on his waist, but he couldn't fall asleep anyway.

Looking at the bright moonlight outside the window, he could even hear his own heartbeat.

With Qianqian stretching her legs like this, is the quilt covered properly? What should I do if my back gets cold?

Should he take Qianqian's leg off?

Is the temperature of the air conditioner in the room a bit high? Why does it feel so hot?

clap clap.

I don't know what rushed over here, but just after it was attached to the window, it made a soft sound as if it had been shocked by electricity, and finally it could only fall down powerlessly.This kind of movement lasted for about half a minute before the room became quiet again.

Cen Bohe stared at the window vigilantly, and he fell asleep in peace until Tianji spit out a belly white and nothing strange appeared.

When Qi Yan woke up in the morning, he saw that Cen Bohe was still sleeping.He got up from the bed, opened the window lightly, and saw the black ash on the window sill.Frowning, he hurried out and knocked on Master Zhao's door in the next room.

Master Zhao quickly opened the door, and after listening to what Qi Yan said, the two walked to the window sill.Sure enough, there was also a layer of black ash on the windowsill of Master Zhao's room.

"It seems that our guess is right." Qi Yan picked up a little bit of ashes with his hands, and the ashes still had a faint fishy smell. "Someone wants to plot against our warlocks in China."

Master Zhao frowned: "I really don't understand why the people behind the scenes have to spend so much effort to do such a thing that is inferior to a beast."

"Because you don't understand, you can't do this kind of thing." Qi Yan pulled the nightgown on his body, "Master Zhao, please go to the rooms of other masters and take a look. I'll go and change clothes first."

"Okay." Master Zhao's face was ashen, anyone who knows about this kind of thing will not be in a good mood.

Counting the lives of tens of thousands of people, such people are either beasts or lunatics.

Cen Bohe was awakened by the sound of Qi Yan changing clothes, he sat up from the bed, only to realize that it was already dawn outside, "Qianqian?"

"Are you awake?" Qi Yan noticed that his complexion was still not very good, "You can sleep for a while, I will go to the living room downstairs to discuss something with them, and I will call you later."

"No need," Cen Baihe got up and found his clothes from the suitcase, "I'll go down with you."

"Captain Zhao," Daoist Xu said, stroking the beard on his chin, "How many people know that we live here?"

"In addition to everyone in the room, there are also my teammates from Team Gao." Zhao Zhicheng's face was even uglier than those of the masters, "I don't know if there is something wrong here?"

Several masters were silent.

Qi Yan took a sip of tea: "Someone leaked out where we live, and even which room we live in."

For this kind of wounding talisman, it is necessary to know the exact place of residence, name, and things or belongings that the person has ever used.

Gao Ronghua's complexion changed drastically: "You mean..."

"Yes, there are traitors among us," Qi Yan glanced at everyone, "How many people did Captain Gao and Captain Zhao arrange to come?"

There are quite a few people who know that they live here, but those who know which of their masters live in which room are very limited.Except for the two people they trusted, even the people above didn't know the specific room location arrangements of these masters.

"Call your people over here," Taoist Master Xu shook his head and said, "You are old but not talented, and you have a little understanding of the art of facial recognition."

Gao Ronghua and Zhao Zhicheng glanced at each other, and agreed to Taoist Xu's request.

These masters are willing to risk their lives for a chance for the people, but there are traitors among them, which is unacceptable both intellectually and humanly.

Soon all the people who knew the detailed information rushed over. Abbot Yun looked at them benevolently, then silently closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Master Zhao is best at Feng Shui, but not good at face-to-face.If he was to tell someone's fortune, he needed a detailed birth date to do it, so at this time, he could only go to see Daoist Xu who is good at face-to-face.

Daoist Xu looks like an old urchin who is not very serious, but at this moment, his eyes are like sharp knives, enough to look into the bottom of people's hearts.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the room became extremely serious, and no one dared to speak easily.

The author has something to say: Qian Qian: I have a bold sleeping posture, and I want to speak for it!

Bai He: I feel flustered and can't sleep.