extreme starvation

"Wow, wow, do you want to stop us? If we leave, what will we do!" In the darkness, the figures who pressed you one by one, and I pressed you watched Mo Qingyi's actions in the dark.

"What to stop, the master has spoken, no one is allowed to intervene." Someone's voice was a little higher.It seems to say that I know more than you, showing off my might.

"What do you want to say, master?" came out a weak and pretty voice.

"Damn Erya, if you don't want to eat for a few days, I'll make it happen for you, the chef." If you dare to doubt what he said, he is the master's chef, so of course he will hear more than these shrimps and millets.He would never tell them about these little shrimps. He only knew what he said just now when he overheard the conversation between the master and the old housekeeper when he was serving the dishes to the master.The stalwart chef tilted his head, as if he was no one else.

"No! Chef, if I don't eat a meal, I'll be so hungry." I'm not the master, and I habitually skip meals for a few days.

"Keep your voice down, this man has already left the manor." The pair of white-eyed wolf-like thief bright eyes in the darkness did not leave because Mo Qingyi successfully walked out of the wind valley.

then……

"Start betting, betting on when Mr. Mo will come back?" Someone shouted, and suddenly the silent night became lively.

"Master, you just let Mr. Mo go." As soon as Mo Qingyi left, two people appeared in his dark room.

It was Feng Bujing and Butler Qi...

Feng Bujing was sitting on the stool, focusing his 12 attention on the letter Mo Qingyi had left for him, but the more he read it, the more his eyebrows became knotted.

What kind of characters did Qing Yi write here? It was crooked. If he hadn't tried his best to recognize it, he would have thought that what was left was a ghostly drawing talisman.

Please forgive Mo Qingyi, a person who lives in the high-end era, the ups and downs of writing with a brush for the first time. It is quite rare for him to write a message like a chicken claw.

"Uncle Qi, you said, didn't you let Fenggu's mechanism be activated, Qingyi...can't leave." There was no wave in his eyes, but the words he said were strong and confident.

Leaning lazily on the table, she seemed to be unintentional but carefully put away the message and put it in her clothes.

"Master, have you researched the reason now? You obviously have a reaction, but why can't you come up with a solution." The old housekeeper stopped worrying about Mo Qingyi's whereabouts, and began to care about Qi Feng Bu Jing himself.

"Maybe everything is just an illusion. I used to think it had something to do with Qingyi, but after trying for so many days, it always seemed wrong. But Uncle Qi, Qingyi is not allowed to know about this." Feng Bujing confessed.

"Master, my old man can see that you treat Mr. Mo very differently, but it's not a solution to keep it like this. People will leave one day." If you can keep today, you can't keep tomorrow. If you can keep tomorrow, you can keep it. Not living for a lifetime, the old butler was worried that something would happen after a long time.

"Uncle Qi, you care too much." In fact, after Feng Bujing knew that Mo Qingyi had nothing to do with his sudden change, he should let him go according to his original intention, but he didn't know why, once he wanted that direct and kind person Leaving himself at this point and going to a place he couldn't see, he couldn't help feeling flustered.

He can't control that much anymore, so let's keep the person here first.

Ugh……

Hearing his master's words, the old housekeeper could only sigh, and said nothing. The master had his own thoughts, and he was old, so he couldn't control him.

"By the way, master, there are more than a dozen carrier pigeons flying in. When do you plan to reply, there seems to be a hurry." Butler Qi, who suddenly thought of something, confessed to the wind calmly.

"When I'm in a good mood." Since he realized that Qingyi might be leaving during the day, Feng Bujing was in a bad mood.

"Yes..." It was really quiet this time.

The master and servant sat quietly in Mo Qingyi's room, as if they were waiting for someone?

He remembered that when he came here, he walked all the way to the small lake, and then he could find the direction to the market. Why did he walk for hours, why did he feel like he was still spinning in circles.

Suddenly the forest was startled by the sound of birds... It was really scary in the middle of the night.

He must have encountered something unclean...

Mo Qingyi couldn't help shivering when his heart started to tremble. He wasn't afraid...he didn't do anything wrong, and he wasn't afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night, let alone ghosts blocking the way.

Although he was trying to bolster his courage and cheer himself up, Mo Qingyi's steps became faster and faster, and in the end he started to trot.

The strange thing is that no matter how long or how far he ran, he just seemed unable to get out.

Just when Mo Qingyi was running and tripped over something under his feet, and rushed forward a few meters away with the momentum...

A rooster crow resounded throughout the forest, and the day had already begun to light up.

Just when Mo Qingyi stabilized his figure, holding something in his hand, he was gasping for breath.

"Mr. Mo, you woke up so early, you're exercising! You're sweating profusely." A big man with a broom in his hand spoke loudly.

When Mo Qingyi heard such a voice, he instantly felt tragic.

Why did he wobble back and come back, and he was caught right away.

"Yes, yes." What else can I say, I can only answer like this.

Mo Qingyi, who had been walking, running, and wandering all night, was exhausted, so he could only walk into the manor like a ghost with his shoulders slumped.

he wants to sleep...

As soon as Mo Qingyi came back, someone came back in front of Feng Bujing to report back.

people are back.