stealing from you

Liansheng woke up, Ye Zhou was still sleeping, his long eyelashes were like two small black and thick fans.

He reached out and poked Ye Zhou's face, it was fun.

Ye Zhou suddenly opened his eyes, looking at Lian Sheng with bright eyes, "What are you doing?" He smiled slightly.

With the quilt on his head, his chin resting on his hands, Lian Sheng stretched his legs on the bed, and said childishly, "I can't sleep anymore."

"Then get up."

"Okay." Liansheng got up, then changed Ye Zhou's clothes and washed him.

Lian Sheng folded the quilt, and went to the next door to get the bones for Ye Zhou to wear.

"Master?" Seeing Ye Zhou walking out of Liansheng's room, Ah Jing was taken aback.

Ye Zhou said kindly, "Go and get breakfast."

"Oh." Ah Jing turned to get food.

Early in the morning, Ze Lan came over and pulled Mo Wen over who hadn't slept well. Mo Wen's complexion was predictable, as dark as the bottom of a pot.

"Xiaozhou, please persuade you, this old-fashioned senior brother, that he won't go to such a lively martial arts conference!" Ze Lan said impassionedly: "Those self-righteous guys really think that their martial arts are incomparable. A real master, Here it is!" While speaking, he slapped Mo Wen on the back.

Ah Jing made tea for Mo Wen, "Master, you...are you really not going?"

"No." Mo Wen was in an extremely bad mood while drinking tea.

Ze Lan was almost about to roll over: "Let's go together, I'm bored to death by myself!"

"You always entertain yourself." Mo Wen glanced at him.

Ye Zhou was drinking porridge and didn't speak.

On the other hand, Lian Sheng, because Ah Jing kept talking about it, he became curious about the martial arts conference: "Is it really that fun?"

"Of course!" Ze Lan slapped the table and stood up, "All martial arts masters from all over the world will go, the grand occasion is unprecedented!"

"..."

After a moment of silence, Ze Lan sat down again, snatched Mo Wen's teacup and took a sip of water: "Seriously, don't you go out yourself, and don't let your disciples go out to learn more? You've already played enough, they You haven’t even stepped out of the gate of Qianjimen.”

Mo Wen and Ye Zhou looked at Ah Jing at the same time, and Ah Jing looked at them pitifully.

"The Martial Arts Conference..." Ye Zhou said, "It's really boring."

"That's because you think it's boring." Uncle Ze Lan raised his legs and said slowly: "And at this year's martial arts conference, the alliance wants to arrest a person."

"Who?" Ah Jing asked nervously.

"The thief."

Lian Sheng's hands trembled, some porridge and soup spilled on the table.

Ye Zhou asked without changing his face: "Why?"

Ze Lan shrugged: "Who made him blind, sneaked into the leader's house, and injured the leader's sweetheart, and he killed a servant."

Mo Wen frowned: "Ghosts never kill."

"But he killed it." Ze Lan said, "The leader saw it with his own eyes."

Ye Zhou was thoughtful: "How to confirm that he is a ghost thief."

Ze Lan replied: "He said it himself, and the imprint is also true, and... he can ghost walk."

Lian Sheng's eyes widened and he dropped his chopsticks.

Ah Jing couldn't bear it anymore: "Can you eat well! You can drop your chopsticks, how old are you?"

Liansheng picked up the chopsticks with an innocent expression.

Ze Lan was still talking to himself, "Ghost Shadow Walk is the signature of thieves, and the leader is convinced that he is a thieves from this point."

Serenity finally appeared in Ye Zhou's eyes.

"How is Yun Hengzai's injury?"

Speaking of the leader's sweetheart, isn't it Yun Heng, but he is inseparable from the leader, how the thief could hurt him, Mo Wen really wants to know.

"It doesn't matter, he is weak and sickly, and he can't get out of bed for ten days and a half months." Ze Lan said.

Lian Sheng listened quietly while holding the bowl.

"So this martial arts conference is going to gather heroes from all over the world to catch thieves?" Ye Zhou asked.

Ze Lan nodded: "Almost, otherwise, why do you think I would come all the way to Wanhe Mountain to find you? Of course there is something interesting to do."

"Ghosts... didn't they disappear ten years ago?" Ah Jing asked.

"So what, he has come out of the arena again now, and even Lord Jin will attend the martial arts conference." Ze Lan put his hands on the back of his head, "Lord Jin, that is the emperor's brother, if he hadn't been blind, the world would I don't know whose it is."

Lian Sheng glanced at Ye Zhou and thought: These days, there are so many scraps.