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With the arrival of the traffic police, the road gradually restored order. When the taxi on the road passed by again, Sheng Jianghong found that two of the onlookers were the customers from the milk tea shop just now. It was an illusion, because when he looked at the other party again, the other party had already led the friend beside him to the opposite direction.

No one saw that Gu Nianyan's hand was entwined with a madly surging light black mist, it was struggling like a living thing, trying to return to its original body.

A cold warning voice: "If you move again, I will let you understand what trembling is in the depths of your soul."

After the fog calmed down, Gu Nianyan took An Wenqing and disappeared together in the deserted alley, returning to the bookstore.

Gu Nianyan sealed the mist into the red-soaked book, and An Wenqing went downstairs to open the door for business. As soon as she opened the door, an elegant fragrance of flowers wafted into the air, slowly filling the entire space.

The store has changed address, this time their next door is a flower shop, so it is always fragrant.

In line with the elegant store names of the surrounding shops, the original "Imagai Bookstore" was changed to "Imagai Bookstore". better.

Opposite the bookstore is the office building of a multinational corporation. Looking up from the bottom, you can see the head of a person shaking from the window.

A black car was parked under the office building on the opposite side of the road. The back of the person getting off the car was somewhat familiar. An Wenqing stared carefully again to confirm that the person was Xie Buqing.

The eyes suddenly went dark, and a wide palm stretched out from behind to cover An Wenqing's eyes: "Don't watch other men look so seriously."

Gu Nianyan leaned lightly against An Wenqing, suppressing the inexplicable jealousy, An Wenqing looked dazed, but sat back at the counter obediently.

Xie Buqing had already walked into the door of the opposite company, and didn't seem to notice it.

It was near noon before he came out from there. This time, he saw the familiar name of the store across the street, and approached curiously. After seeing the familiar clerk, he was finally sure that this was the mysterious bookstore.

Since we were passing by, why not go in and say hello, Xie Buqing asked An Wenqing, "Where's the store manager?"

"upstairs."

Xie Buqing nodded, and went upstairs by himself. The decoration of the store was not much different from before, but the counter seemed to be much more luxurious and comfortable.

An Wenqing watched Xie Buqing go upstairs with a relaxed demeanor, and then went downstairs with a serious face. When Xie Buqing left, he quickly left the doll's body temporarily and came to the second floor.

"Did you tell him?"

Facing An Wenqing's question, Gu Nianyan responded calmly: "Yes."

"..." The rare thing is that An Wenqing did not blame Gu Nianyan for being "partial" this time, but showed a clear expression, "I seem to understand."

Gu Nianyan looked at him: "Understand what?"

A cloud of mist that was close to deep black flew onto Gu Nianyan's shoulder, and sat down: "You are not so kind to everyone, just like him." Stretched out a small claw-shaped hand and pointed to the books on the bookshelf after completing three transactions, "You You will not be merciful, and you will be satisfied if the other party wants money, status or other things. Once the three transactions are completed, you will recover your soul."

Gu Nianyan looked sideways at Xiaotuanzi on his shoulder, his eyes soft: "And then?"

An Wenqing stretched out both hands and dragged his invisible chin. It was obviously a fog without facial features, but Gu Nianyan could see that the other party was struggling at this moment: "Like Ning Xinghe and Xie Buqing, what they want is not fame and fortune. , but love, I have never seen you successfully take any of their souls back."

Gu Nianyan lowered her eyes, lingeringly: "Do you know what love is?"

An Wenqing paused: "It's not that one person likes another person and wants to be with him forever."

"It's okay to say that." Gu Nianyan held him in the palm of his hand and raised it to his eyes, "What about you? Do you like me, do you want to be with me all the time?"

Gu Nianyan originally thought that An Wenqing would definitely nod, but unexpectedly, he got a refusal answer: "No."

The smile on his face froze instantly, and Gu Nianyan asked word by word: "Why, what?"

An Wenqing said frankly: "I prefer to live with Lord Lord Demon. It will be very comfortable when I am by his side, and I won't be in pain all the time."

Gu Nianyan was stunned: "It hurts? Where does it hurt you, and when did it happen?"

"I don't know, I often feel uncomfortable without knowing it."

Holding Wu Tuanzi into his arms, Gu Nianyan felt sad: "If it hurts again next time, remember to tell me."

"Ah."

Gently stroking An Wenqing who was in a spiritual state in his arms, Gu Nianyan's thoughts drifted away. He just told Xie Buqing that Ji Li and that person had met early after all, but he didn't tell him who that person was.

If he talked too much, he was afraid that the master demon would be unhappy, and it would not be himself who would suffer, but An Wenqing.

Of course Gu Nianyan didn't care if he was punished, the main devil knew this, and sent An Wenqing back to him to restrain him.

My own emotional path is so fragmented, Gu Nianyan is not qualified to dictate to others, let those people go through it by themselves, make their own choices, and try to avoid too much interference.

Downstairs, Xie Buqing, who came out of Jinbei Bookstore, looked at the bright sunshine outside, but felt that the world was bleak.

That person has already appeared, and Ji Li and I are just ordinary friends, no, no, maybe we haven't even touched the threshold of friendship yet.

Do you continue to wait for the opportunity to meet each other step by step, or take the initiative to attack with a cheeky face?

Xie Buqing was so engrossed in his thoughts that he had reached the middle of the road at some point and didn't pay attention to the traffic around him. He didn't come back to his senses until a car suddenly stopped not far from him.

One person got out of the car, and was a little surprised: "Bu Qing, what a coincidence."

Xie Buqing looked at the person who made the sound, surprised: "Ermeng, why are you here?"

Before Ding Meng could answer, another person got off the car and answered for him: "I'll take him to the house, do you want to come?"

Xie Buqing just wanted to leave in a hurry: "What am I going to do?"

Xie Yuanzhan saw a little worry in his younger brother's eyebrows, as if there was something bothering him, so he pulled him into his car with a strong attitude: "Let's go back together."

"Huh?" Xie Buqing didn't resist, but was a little confused, "Brother, I have my own car."

Xie Yuanzhan stuffed him into the co-pilot and ordered: "Seat belt."

Xie Buqing put on the seat belt obediently, did not dare to say anything, called the driver to tell the driver to drive away, and then asked: "Parents are back?"

He thought it was his parents who came back, so Xie Yuanzhan took Ding Meng home to meet his in-laws, but Xie Yuanzhan shook his head and replied: "They just left the house not long ago, how could they come back so soon. Ermeng is also our family now It’s rare for him to be free today, so I’ll take him home to choose a room, so I’ll come to live here more often in the future.”

"Hmm..." Xie Buqing muttered, "It's fine for him to live in your room."

"Even if it is a family, there must always be a private space." Xie Yuanzhan said lightly, "When you have a significant other, I will let him choose a room."

Xie Buqing kept silent, and looked out the window a little lonely, asking him to wait until that day, I don't know what year and month it will be.

His reaction was seen by Xie Yuanzhan and Ding Meng. Through the rearview mirror inside the car, they met eyes and communicated silently—there was a situation.

Ding Meng climbed into the passenger seat, poked his head out, and looked at Xie Buqing with a smile: "Buqing, do you have something on your mind, do you want to talk to your brother Ding, and I will analyze it for you?"

Xie Buqing dodged Ding Meng's playful claws, "Don't make trouble, Ermeng."

Even Xie Yuanzhan, who was supposed to unite with him, said at this moment: "Ermeng, you can't play around in the car while driving."

Ding Meng frowned: "I said you two brothers, don't call each other 'Er Meng' so smoothly. Bu Qing, you have learned from your brother, you used to call me Ding Meng or Mr. Ding!"

Xie Buqing suppressed a smile: "That's because I didn't know that your original name was Ding Mengmeng. If you don't call you Ermeng, should you be called Mengmeng?"

The name on the ID card has always been a pain for Ding Meng: "Please call me Mr. Ding, don't care about the last two words!"

Xie Yuanzhan glanced at the rearview mirror: "Mr. Ding, please sit down and fasten your seat belt, okay?"

Ding Meng snorted coldly, and obediently sat back to his original position. After a few seconds, he couldn't help looking at Xie Buqing and continued to inquire about the news: "Which family is it? You don't need to tell Yuanzhan, how can you not tell me?" Come on, come on, while he was driving, the two of us used our cell phones to send text messages, delete them after sending, and promise not to tell Yuanzhan."

Xie Buqing was not interested: "Are you sure you can hide it from my brother?"

Ding Meng raised his eyebrows, vowing: "You can't trust me?"

"I used to believe, now." Xie Buqing shook his head, "Tan ninety degrees."

"What..." Ding Meng was stunned.

Xie Buqing was a little proud: "The new words learned online mean that they don't exist."

He learned it from Jili Weibo. Jili liked to use it for a while. He didn't know what it meant, but when he saw it always appeared, he searched it out of curiosity.

Xie Yuanzhan, who had been watching just now, suddenly said, "Is he the author of the copyright of the novel we just bought? I remember the pen name is Qiu..."

Ding Meng's eyes lit up: "The title of the book, do you still remember the title?"

"Bronze mirror or something, Bu Qing is fully responsible for this project. I'm not sure, but I just vaguely remember it."

"Enough." Ding Meng quickly entered the word "bronze mirror", space and "autumn" in the search bar, except that the first three items were all real ancient bronze mirrors, and the title of the novel appeared in the fourth item, ""Bronze Mirror" Cheats", Fei Seqiu."

Xie Buqing looked at Xie Yuanzhan who was still driving calmly with horror on his face.

How did you guess it? !

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