Young man, rich and easy to talk

When Tang Wuming woke up again, he was still a little confused, he didn't seem to remember what happened last night, his face showed the comfort and serenity of waking up from a deep sleep.

But this kind of serenity, when he opened his eyes and saw that the room was full of the mess in the inn last night, and Qin Xichao beside him was even sweeter than his sleep, his good mood faded away in an instant, and his anger rose. risk.

Master Qin was leaning on a bedpost in his kimono, closing his eyes and recuperating, when he suddenly felt an unsteady murderous aura rising from very close by, as sharp as a fighting animal in a cage.

When he looked sideways, the man really woke up, his eyes were wide open, wishing he could stare out of their sockets.

Qin Xichao leaned over slightly, and comforted him softly, "Are you awake? Are you thirsty, hungry? Is there anything you want to eat?"

Tang Wuming opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound, he could only grit his teeth and grit his teeth sideways.Knowing that he was speechless, Qin Xichao raised his hand and tapped a few times to release half of his acupuncture points.

"Hypocrite, I want to eat you!" Tang Wuming felt his body loosen, and yelled directly, and immediately stood up to sit up, stretched half of his body, suddenly felt weak, and slammed back on the bed again.

Qin Xi looked at him bouncing on the bed twice, and kindly reminded him, "Qin doesn't know that your internal strength is so thin, and your body is a bit heavy. I'm afraid you will have to rest for another day and a half before you can move freely."

Tang Wuming lay on his back on the bed, he didn't know what expression to use on his face, what did the *scattered mean, that is to say, he would be lying in the den of thieves for the next two days, sharing the same room with Young Master Qin whose intentions were unknown .

Tang Wuming was very sad, he was just greedy for money and took over the business of a single person, who knew that Qin Xichao was bold enough, but he was crazy enough to get him back in a daze.

Because of his face?What is so good about this face?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help being a little curious about his face.

"Hey, give me a mirror." Tang Wuming said calmly.

Qin Xichao was not surprised, turned around and took a brass mirror from the table and handed it to him. Knowing that his hands were too soft to hold the heavy object, it directly shone in front of his face, letting him take a good look.

In the brass mirror is a cat-like face. It seems that it has not had time to clean after struggling last night. It is roughly seen that it is an ordinary face. The facial features are still neatly arranged, but unfortunately the nose is a bit flat.

Tang Wuming considers himself a self-knowledgeable person, never narcissistic about his own appearance, his own face, looking left and right can be compared with the last sentence: Barely can be worthy of the public.

Tang Wuming turned his head and squinted at the smiling Qin Xichao, "Does it look good?"

Of course it refers to the person in the mirror.

"It looks good." Qin Xichao lied without drafting, and his tone was natural and sincere. Mi Xumi's novel said that Lun Tuyun and even Tang Wuming really thought that he was so naturally beautiful that he couldn't give up.

Tang Wuming's complexion suddenly sank, he raised his soft wrist and opened the bronze mirror in front of him, staring straight at the curtain above his head, and asked with some resignation, "Well, what do you want to do? As long as your face is useful to you, you can just say it straight, you don’t need to make up bullshit about love at first sight to bully people.”

Qin Xichao buckled the bronze mirror on the high table behind him, put one hand on the person beside him, stroked his hair lightly, and chuckled a few times, "Is it so worthless for Qin to fall in love at first sight?"

Tang Wuming snorted coldly, "Whether it's worth it or not, you have to ask your new enemies and old debtors, they all want you to kill off your children and grandchildren, otherwise I wouldn't be here now for no reason."

Qin Xi nodded her head a few times, and responded, "The lesson is, Qin will not talk about it in the future. Feelings can be cultivated slowly, and Qin is not in a hurry."

If someone is not in a hurry, he can be in a hurry, he is in a hurry to regain his strength and escape, he is a dignified Tang Wuming, if he believes a word from Qin Xichao for those few bank notes, he will chop his hands off!

"But..." Qin Xichao said again, "I'm in a hurry."

Tang Wuming was upset, he was lazy to listen, and even more lazy to talk to him.

Qin Xi smiled and said, "What's your name?"

"..."

Flirty, absolute frivolity!It’s love at first sight, it’s love at first sight, it’s love at first sight, it’s about cultivating feelings, tossing people can’t sleep peacefully all night, making people stunned on the bed, unable to move, talking a lot of sweet words, and finally don’t even know the name!

There was no trust in the first place, and now even the most basic emotion is gone.

Is it a face, is it a face, is this face so amazing.

"Roll, roll, roll!" Tossed out six rolling characters in a row, Tang Wuming lay on his side, and drove people away with a wave of his hand, not even wanting to see a hair of someone.

The bed behind him lightened, Qin Xichao didn't say a word, it seemed that he really got up and left, Tang Wuming was hoping that he would roll as far away as possible, and had no intention of turning back at all.

Qin Xichao bypassed the hole in the top of the head in front of the window, walked to the table in the middle, picked up the few pieces of masks that he picked up by hand, and fiddled with them. When he was about to put them together, he suddenly paused in his hands and hesitated for a while, "... Tang? Your last name is Tang?"

There was no one else in the room, so he was naturally talking to Tang Wuming.

Tang Wuming didn't move, Qin Xichao thought that he didn't want to talk to him, but he didn't know that while he was playing with the mask, he had already fallen into a deep sleep under the influence of the drug.

Qin Xichao didn't make fun of himself, sat by the table and carefully observed the iron mask that was missing edges and corners. His face was as plain as water, and he glanced at the figure with his back on the bed from time to time, thinking something What.

The broken mask couldn't be pieced back into its original shape no matter what, and with just a light fingertip, it fell into pieces again.

The person at the table pinched one of the iron pieces engraved with the word "Tang" the size of a little finger, and sighed softly, "How can you believe that I really fell in love at first sight..."

****

In the evening, Tang Wuming woke up from his sleep, stretched his waist, but found something different around him.

The hole on the top of the head was gone, the sundries and broken tiles in the house were also cleaned up, his masterpiece, the dead body of a woman with a hanging neck, also disappeared completely, and there was no trace of yesterday's confrontation in the whole room.

He tried to move his hands and feet, and his strength gradually recovered, but unfortunately his internal strength was still lacking, and he might not even be able to use lightness kung fu.

When Qin Xichao pushed the door in with a plate of food, he happened to see Tang Wuming sitting up from the bed with his arms propped up, with a particularly depressed expression on his face.

He walked straight over, put the pan in front of him, and supported his back to let him lean against the wall, "I've slept all day and night, get up and eat something."

A smell of food wafted over, Tang Wuming had to twist his head, not looking at him or the food, insisting that he was not hungry, but there were a few extremely inappropriate gurgling sounds in his stomach, and each sound was louder than the other, making him cover up. Can't cover it.

"Are you hungry," Qin Xi said with a smile, "here are sweet and sour fish, braised lion's head, cold vinegared lotus root, which one do you want?"

Just listening to the name of the dish, Tang Wuming swallowed his saliva in disappointment, but the self-esteem in his heart reminded him not to give in to the evil forces. After swallowing, he snorted and twisted his neck further.

Qin Xichao pinched off a piece of lion's head with chopsticks, and held it under his nose with a small bowl of white rice, "Don't be angry, it was my fault for making you dizzy, and I apologize to you."

Tang Wuming refused to admit defeat, "Then let me go."

"No."

"..." That's a fart, there is no room for dialogue.Tang Wuming was very hungry, no matter how hungry he was, as long as he gritted his teeth, it would not be a problem to miss a meal or two.

Qin Xi held the rice bowl in the air, but couldn't persuade a grain of rice to go in, so he had to compromise and said, "Tang... Ah Tang, we can't discuss it anymore, can't you stay with me for a while? After a while, you have to go If you want to stay, I won't stop you."

Tang Wuming heard that his tone was a little low, but it was not as domineering as the one who cut him with a sword the day before yesterday, "You...what did you call me just now?"

"Ah Tang," Qin Xi said, "I saw Tang engraved on your mask, so I thought your surname was Tang."

Tang Wuming felt chills all over his body, what the hell was A-Tang called, he snatched the rice bowl in front of him, the smell of the rice was savory, his stomach was full of noise, and he directly swallowed the lion's head on the rim of the bowl in one gulp.

While chewing, he said vaguely, "My surname is Tang, not A Tang."

Qin Xichao took another piece of fish and put it on the bowl, and handed a pair of chopsticks into his hands. Seeing him devouring the food, he didn't rush him to say another word. The white meat with skin was delivered to his mouth.

Tang Wuming never refuses anyone who comes, and eats whatever he offers.

After he had eaten and drank enough, leaning against the wall with a full face, holding the warm tea that Qin Xi courteously brought up in his hand, he vaguely remembered the half-spoken name question before the meal.

Although Tang Wuming was not very happy to tell him his name, but if he kept calling Atang Atang, he would be as worthless as a cat or a dog, and it would really bother him.

Taking a sip of tea, Tang Wuming said slowly, "My name is not A Tang, but Tang Wuming."

"Tang Wuming?" Qin Xichao repeated.

Without thinking, Tang Wuming knew that he must have misunderstood the word in the name.Tang Wuming's name was not given by his parents, he had long forgotten the original name, and Tang Wuming didn't remember which master in the school gave it to him at that time.

When the brothers said that this name was unlucky, he smiled and said it was easy to remember.

"Wu Ming, Wu Ming who will never die in peace." He said.

"Well," Qin Xichao nodded lightly, didn't say anything else, just raised his eyes to look at Tang Wuming, as if he wanted to see his heart, until he saw those dark eyes quietly shifting his gaze, he smiled. Calling him word for word, "Wu Ming."

His voice swept over the eardrums, low and hoarse, just calling his name, Tang Wuming suddenly felt an inexplicable panic, as if once he fell into the hands of this person, he would never be able to break free for the rest of his life .

Doomed.

Tang Wuming was inexplicably ashamed, holding the teacup with his head down, sipping in a muffled voice.