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On the other end, Yan Ning'an, Ye Yun and the four night guards walked together, and the atmosphere was rather awkward.

The guy who accosted Su Xuan just now turned his head and started trying to accost Ye Yun. Ye Yun's face was covered with cold sweat and his head was full of question marks. Although they used witchcraft to change their shape, their bones remained the same. Is it so unrecognizable?

"...When did we Wei Tong meet such a little beauty? It seems that we still have a good friendship! Are you really monsters? Hey little lady, why don't we find a place to sit down—"

"Let's do business, Ah Qi!" His companion couldn't take it anymore.

At this moment, a beautiful figure floated in front of him, and with a soft "Lang Jun", Ye Yun and Yan Ning'an stopped first - after all, they were disguised as "insiders" of Chunyue Pavilion. When it comes to the same insiders, it is better to be cautious.

However, when he took a closer look at the figure in front of him, Ye Yun was stunned.

The girl was standing in front of a man, looking up at him with a slight smile. The latter was tall and tall, dressed in black as cold as the night, and his handsome profile was extremely indifferent.

He listened to the girl's words indifferently, his eyes flicked around lightly.

In an instant, Yan Ning'an and Ye Xingwei Ah Qi on Ye Yun's left and right sides heard a "clack" and subconsciously looked down, only to see that Ye Yun's fists were clenched tightly.

The two of them shivered, and Yan Ning'an came to his senses.

—— Zong Ning actually appeared!Zong Ning really appeared in the brothel!Zong Ning was also accosted!

Yan Ning'an twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Comrade Xiaoye, Leng—"

——Can you calm down? !

Ye Yun took a deep breath, staring at Zong Ning striding over.

The girl in front of Zong Ning asked affectionately, "Do you want a glass of wine, sir?"

Zong Ning frowned impatiently, and just as he opened his lips to say something, a pretentious "Lang Jun" sounded beside him!

In the next second, his arm seemed to be caught by a tiger, and was tightly clamped under the latter's claws!

Zong Ning's entire body was shaken by the tug, a look of bewilderment flashed across his face, and the girl in front of him looked at a pink figure that suddenly rushed over with a dazed expression on his face.

Ye Yun grabbed Zong Ning's arm forcefully, and said coquettishly, "Let's go drink together, Mr. Lang! I'll sing you a little song!"

The girl trembled, goosebumps appeared, and she said in a daze, "You, who are you?"

Zong Ning turned his head and narrowed his eyes to look at Ye Yun.

Ye Yun was smiling, but his eyes were staring, very fiercely.

"...?" Zong Ning glanced at his Adam's apple and skeleton, "You're a man—"

Ye Yun squeezed his throat and said: "Young Master, let's go, I can still dance for you!"

Girl: "Wait, I came first!"

Ye Yun: "Hey, when it comes to feelings, there is no such thing as first come first!"

girl:"????"

Zong Ning: "You are a man—"

Ye Yun: "Jump, dance, all, dislike, no, enough, sir?"

Zong Ning: "You are a man—"

Ye Yun: "Lang Jun, you are so horny, if you don't think it's enough, I'll do a striptease for you again!"

Not far away, Yan Ning'an and Ye Xingwei four people: Help, someone here is crazy! !

Zong Ning looked puzzled, and his patience was completely exhausted. He turned cold and wanted to pull his hand away, but Ye Yun exploded in anger!

He gritted his teeth, hugged Zong Ning's arm tightly in his arms, and said through gritted teeth: "Mr. Lang, you really won't follow me?!"

The voice of this sentence is a little lowered, with a little annoyance, grievance and threat.

When the words fell to the ground, Zong Ning subconsciously froze and stopped his movements.

Not controlled by his brain, it was like a conditioned reflex. The moment he heard this sentence, his body automatically stopped moving. It was a purely physiological reaction.

...It was exactly the same as that night five years ago.

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At this moment, Zong Ning's dark eyes suddenly looked at Ye Yun!

The person in front of him could tell his true gender at a glance, but he was wearing a skirt and makeup, and he looked suspicious.

He really has a pretty face, which is probably why he is clearly dressed up in a nondescript manner, but he can still blend a strange sense of harmony.

This face bears no resemblance to the little beggar in the early morning five years ago, but the ability to control Zong Ning's body with a single sentence...

Zong Ning narrowed his eyes.

When Ye Yun saw Zong Ning being entangled, his blood really rushed to his brain. To be honest, since he realized that Zong Ning might haunt the brothel, Ye Yun really wanted to beat up this dog man.

If this stinky phoenix wants to follow that girl, then he, then he——

Ye Yun's chest heaved desperately, thinking about a hundred ways to murder the stinky Phoenix in his head.

But he didn't want Zong Ning to stare at him for a long time, and the corners of his lips suddenly curled into a smile that was not a smile.

This expression is a bit close to the Zong Ning that Ye Yun knew more than 1000 years later, Ye Yun was slightly taken aback, and for a moment he had the illusion that the Zong Ning standing in front of him was the Zong Ning he was most familiar with.

Immediately afterwards, he heard Zong Ning say slowly, "Okay, that's up to you."

Ye Yun: "...Huh?"

The change came too fast, Ye Yun couldn't react in time, he just felt fried smelly phoenix in his head.

Zong Ning looked at him fixedly, raised his eyebrows and said, "Why, why don't you go? Take me into the house?"

Ye Yun: "Uh, ah, oh...huh?"

He was in a trance, with a dazed expression on his face.

The girl in front of Zong Ning also changed color slightly, and said hesitantly: "Mr. Lang, this person..."

It doesn't seem like they belong to Chunyue Pavilion?Do they have such a person here?Or did she forget?

Zong Ning swung his arms around, and directly embraced Ye Yun, who was more confused, into his arms, and said, "There's no need to find anyone else, and don't bother me again."

After finishing speaking, he directly pushed open an empty room next to him, fished Ye Yun in, and closed the door with a "bang".

There was silence outside the door.

Ye Xingwei Ah Qi: "Ah, here."

There was another beauty missing in the team, and he set his last hopeful eyes on Yan Ning'an.

Yan Ning'an...Yan Ning'an lifted up his skirt and ran away, so he didn't want to continue having awkward chats with straight men! !

Ah Qi: "..."

He watched Yan Ning'an run away quickly with his own eyes, and felt that he had suffered a serious spiritual trauma on the road of pursuing the little lady!

In the room, Ye Yun always felt that something was wrong after he entered, he raised his head to look at Zong Ning blankly.

Zong Ning put both hands around his waist, lifted him up like a doll, and put him in front of him, then stared at his face, his sharp and subtle eyes swept over Ye Yun's eyebrows, Bridge of nose, lips, chin...

Ye Yun swallowed, suddenly lost all confidence under such naked eyes, and whispered: "You, what are you looking at?"

...It's strange why you suddenly look at people like this.

Zong Ning happened to finish reading it, his black eyes swept back, and he smiled half-smile: "What's your name?"

Ye Yun rolled his eyes: "...Chunxiang?"

Zong Ning smiled even more strangely: "Chunxiang?"

Ye Yun shuddered violently as he chewed the name between his lips and teeth.

Then, Zong Ning let go of Ye Yun, turned around, walked to the desk and sat down, with one leg bent.

Ye Yun looked at him in a daze, while he sat there lazily, he pursed his lips and said, "Then Chunxiang, let's dance."

Ye Yun: "... What are you dancing for?"

Zong Ning paused, "Striptease."

Ye Yun: "..."

Zong Ning jokingly said, "It sounds very interesting."

Ye Yun: "..."

The next step after frying the stinky phoenix is ​​to add light soy sauce with rice wine.

After getting rid of the four-member Ye Xingwei, Yan Ning'an finally shouldered the heavy responsibility alone.

It's really pleasant to meet Gu Shuo and Zong Ning again here, but what about Ran Yi?

He walked around the second floor, searched every corner, and also paid attention to the whole Chunyue Pavilion up and down, but never noticed any suspicious movements, let alone any strange spiritual power.

It's really impossible for Ran Yi to be so presumptuous...

Yan Ning'an rubbed his chin, frowning and thinking.

But they did run into Zong Ning here, so they shouldn't have come to the wrong place.

Is it the wrong time?

The night Zong Ning lost his memory didn't happen tonight, but tomorrow night?Or the night after tomorrow?

Yan Ning'an just walked around like this, and went back to the original room——

Lian Mo came to the corridor at some point, and was looking downstairs with his chin resting on one hand.

That casual gesture is really not like the behavior of an elegant ancient man.

Suddenly, the ink-biting eyes swept over lightly, raised his lips and said frivolously: "Hasn't the little beauty found Mr. Ruyi?"

Yan Ning'an: "..."

With a dark face, he turned his head and wanted to leave, but when he turned his footsteps, he stopped again.

After a while, he stood beside Lianmo, looked downstairs together, and asked, "Should we follow the plan of the caster of the Time Traveling Curse, or resist his plan?"

Ever since the conversation in the teahouse in the afternoon, Yan Ning'an has been thinking about this question in his head.

What exactly does the caster of the time-traveling spell want to do?

Is he their enemy, or a comrade-in-arms?

Are they going to follow the plan of the caster?Or do you want to resist and change?

All the problems are mixed together, like a thick fog.

Can't see clearly, can't touch.

Yan Ning'an didn't know why he wanted to ask Lianmo, the first impression he had of this idle man was not very good.

But maybe it's because the other party is a powerful wizard in this era, or maybe it's because, under the indecent appearance of holding ink, he has a sharper insight into the field of witchcraft, so Yan Ning'an subconsciously asked this question out.

When he heard his question, Lian Mo smiled and said: "That person didn't tell you anything, and set up so many puzzles for you, maybe just to make you give up thinking?"

Yan Ning'an frowned.

"If he really wants to kill the phoenix named Zong Ning, he can just cast the most absolute punishment spell on the other party - turn to the end, that is death."

Yan Ning'an immediately said: "But the past that we interfered with is the real past, isn't it? If he didn't set up a time-traveling spell, we wouldn't be able to travel through the past, then everything might not develop like that, maybe he wouldn't have to kill -"

Speaking of this, Yan Ning'an himself found a logical problem.

Yan Mo smiled and said, "Don't kill Zong Ning, does it mean that there is no hatred? Shouldn't that be the best development?"

Yan Ning'an was dumbfounded.

That's right, assuming that the caster of the Time Traveling Curse cast a disciplinary spell against Zong Ning because he was hostile to Zong Ning, then something must have happened that caused him to hate Zong Ning.

And only by changing the past can it be possible to eliminate the incident that caused him to hate Zong Ning. This is the way to solve the fundamental problem, isn't it?

So he shouldn't let them travel to the past at all.

But if the caster of the spell had no hostility towards Zong Ning, then what purpose did he achieve in the end by laying out all this, leading them to this era, and gluing the past together tightly?

It was too difficult to think about, too complicated, Yan Ning'an almost gave up thinking like what Lianmo said.

This feeling of being forced to give up thinking is really uncomfortable. Yan Ning'an can even imagine that the person standing in the mist is smiling and watching them scratching their ears and scratching their cheeks.

He turned his head and looked at the silver-haired man beside him.

The man suddenly said, "Is that the oiran?"

On the other side of the second floor, diagonally across from them, a woman dressed in costume walked slowly to the corridor with the help of her left and right maidservants.

All of a sudden, upstairs and downstairs, everyone stopped, their eyes gathered together, and there was a look of amazement or greed in their eyes.

Touching his chin with his ink in his mouth, he said, "Little brother Ning An is more beautiful, as expected, the one that suits my taste the most is—"

Yan Ning'an clenched her small fists, and said in a low voice, "You have teased me a few times today, and if you do it again, I will do it again!"

Yan Mo squinted and smiled: "Molly? Is molesting also a saying that appeared in later generations? It is so interesting in later generations."

He looked at the void and said with a smile: "If I still have the energy, I will definitely try to travel through the tunnel of space and time, and see what the world will look like later, unfortunately..."

His ending sound dissipated in the noise of the entire Chunyue Pavilion.

He looked lazily at the world in front of him, and the words he said were so frivolous, but he seemed to be cut off from his surroundings for a moment, making him extremely inaccessible.

Yan Ning'an suddenly remembered the conversation he heard when he met Lianmo and his group of apprentices on the side of the road during the day.

He couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with your body?"

Although there was a tinge of sickness on his face, his energetic appearance really didn't look like he was physically impaired. Why were his disciples so careful with him?

Why is that silver thread?

At this moment, Yan Ning'an felt that this man seemed to be full of doubts.

He is not a person who likes to keep doubts in his heart. If there is a problem, he has to solve it, day and night.

Clearly, however, today is not the right time to address doubts.

Lianmo didn't answer his question, but stood up straight, looked straight at the oiran who was diagonally opposite, and said, "It's not right."

As soon as the voice fell to the ground, a strange spiritual energy permeated the air.

"Bang", "bang" and "bang", the door behind them opened, and Lu Tao and the disciples who held the ink rushed out. The disciples who held the ink were just tasting the original bird like a treasure Imported snacks stuffed into Lu Tao’s bag, licking the piece of chocolate like a fascination, as soon as they smelled the breath of spiritual power, they all hurriedly gobbled the things into their mouths, rushed out, mouth full of black Chocolate mumbled: "What's the matter? What happened?"

On the other end, Su Xuan and Gu Shuo each straightened their clothes and walked quickly to the side of the corridor. Su Xuan's hair was messed up and he was still scrambling to fasten his belt. When the two came out, they exchanged glances.

Zong Ning also came out with disheveled clothes. Before Ye Yun could hit someone, Zong Ning ran away, and hurriedly followed. Seeing Zong Ning's condensed expression, he noticed that Su Xuan and Lu Tao were all gathered together When he reached the corridor, his expression faltered.

However, before he could act, he was dragged behind by Zong Ning.

The protective meaning of this action is too obvious, Ye Yun was stunned for a moment, finally realized something at this moment, his face changed: "You..."

"Don't run around," Zong Ning said slowly without looking back, "If you run away again this time, I won't forgive you, little beggar."

With a "plop", Ye Yun's heart beat heavily, and his eyes widened.

Zong Ning...discovered his identity?

But Zong Ning's eyes swept across the smiling Hua Kui before looking straight down.

Not only Zong Ning, but also Su Xuan, Gu Shuo, Yan Ning'an, Yan Mo, his disciples, and the four Ye Xingwei who had already walked around to the other end of the corridor were all looking straight down at this moment.

The disciples of Lianmo and the four night guards were all terrified.

The people below were wearing all kinds of clothes, including the skirts of the girls in the Chunyue Pavilion, the coarse clothes of the handymen, and the brocade robes of the guests.

Tall or short, fat or thin.

At this moment, they all raised their heads together and looked straight at Zong Ning.

quietly.

And they have the same face.

A wrinkled, rough-skinned, woman's face.