Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

The last doughnut was kneaded, and the sky became dark.

There were also some vendors in the surrounding area, who packed up their things one after another, quickly put the axles on the wooden carts, and spread oiled paper to prevent dust.

The black and thin businessman handed the dough man over, but the indifferent young man didn't reach out to take it, but just stared at the dough man's face silently.

Suddenly, Cheng Yunzhi seemed to hear him muttering: "Don't let strangers in... No way."

He thought he heard it wrong, seeing the young man's delay in picking up, he took the initiative to put the dough in his hand, and said kindly: "This young master is born with dough, isn't he a local?"

"……Um."

"The face-to-face is for you, as a gift from the master from afar," Cheng Yunzhi smiled, pretending to look up at the sky, "It's getting late, son, go back and rest as soon as possible."

The man glanced at him: "Sorry, I don't know the way. Excuse me...how can I get to Fangjian Inn?"

No wonder he hesitated to speak, it turned out to be a dull gourd stick.

Cheng Yunzhi smiled, and tapped the air with his folding fan: "Young Master, go forward from here, turn left at the second corner, and walk a little further, you will see the signboard of the Fangjian Inn."

He had no intention of leading the way himself.

The other party paused for a moment, and whispered: "Okay." Then he looked at him with his eyes, like an old antique who hadn't been out of the house for 800 years and had a pure mind.

Cheng Yunzhi thought, if he had some bad thoughts at this time, the other party might be a penny of human flesh.

Cheng Yuzhi hadn't intended to send the Buddha west, but the other party turned sideways, raised his eyes, and the ice-like eyes looked at him for a moment, and then turned into fine snow that was about to melt in the last winter in confusion.

The slight redness on the tips of the ears faded, and the corners of the mouth turned down, Cheng Yunzhi seemed to be sharp-eyed to see a little bit of grievance on his face.

With a bang, it hit Cheng Yunzhi's heart.

Oh, his problem... Cheng Yuzhi sighed.

Seeing that the other party was still not moving, Cheng Yuzhi said: "If you don't know the way, can I send you there?"

The other party's naked eyes could see that the smile expanded: "Thank you."

The black and thin businessman was taken aback: "Meteor?"

Cheng Yunzhi shook his head and said with a smile, "No problem, the inn is not far away."

Cheng Yunzhi instructed the businessman some things, watched him push the wooden cart away, turned around, and stood beside the young man.

At this time, he looked up and found that the other party was half a head taller than him.

There is a sense of oppression, but wide shoulders and narrow waist, coupled with an excellent face, are standard for beauties, and being taller is not a problem.

Cheng Yunzhi led the way, during which time he took the initiative to stir up the topic.

"Is this your first time in Chenghua?"

I thought that the other party was still jumping word by word, but I didn't expect to talk more at this time, and the tone of speech became smoother: "It's not the first time. I came here when I was young. At that time, Chenghua was not what it is now."

Cheng Yunzhi glanced at him.

A young man in his early twenties, but he said that he came here when he was young. Coupled with the faint spiritual fluctuations, it seems that the other party is also a monk.

Could it be that he was an oblivious old antique who had cultivated in the deep mountains and old forests for many years and came out to discover the great changes in the world?

He was amused by the picture he thought of.

"During this time, Chenghua may not be peaceful,"

He mentioned a few words, which was regarded as his patience with the beauty, "Just now I saw a few Xuantianzong disciples passing by, and they looked like they were chasing a wandering demon cultivator. It's better not to be a casual cultivator like us. Things got mixed up."

"Meteor doesn't like Xuantianzong?"

Cheng Yun was taken aback, he didn't expect him to call him by his name so directly.

He scratched his chin: "That's not true, I just feel that there are many rules and regulations in the big sect, and I'm afraid I can't adapt to such a free casual cultivator."

"Yes, the first sect has rich spiritual veins and experienced mountain masters. If you can get in, it will be more beneficial to your cultivation."

The young man said briefly, Cheng Yunzhi noticed that he slowed down.

He smiled: "Yes, it's all good, but I just like to run around everywhere. How can a master like such an apprentice who can't settle down?"

He walked in front, but he didn't see the young man staring at him.

After walking for a while, the signboard of the inn appeared on the corner of the street.

The sky was completely dark, the surroundings were silent, pedestrians walking made faint sounds, and the bright lights of the inn reflected Cheng Yunzhi's side face, outlining his smooth face.

He watched the young man go inside, and waved goodbye to him with a smile.

Cheng Yunzhi: "See you by fate."

Seeing him go upstairs, Cheng Yunzhi raised his hem and walked into the inn after there was no movement.Tall and tall, with a snow-blue robe fluttering, he came through the night and stood under the bright lights of the inn.

Little Er stayed.

Fortunately, he was already familiar with this long-term guest. When he saw someone show up, he ran up with a smile: "Hey! Guest officer! The dinner was sent to your room, and it's still the third one. Look, do you want some more?" Appetizers?"

Cheng Yuzhi waved his hand: "Not today."

He looked around and saw the waiter in the back kitchen, thought for a while and said: "Do you still remember the young master who went up just now?"

"Hey, remember to remember!"

"You take what I ate, give him exactly the same one, and the money will be deducted from my account."

"okay!"

Cheng Yuzhi turned around casually, and went upstairs as well.I don't know if it's a coincidence or what, but he also lives in this inn.

His thoughts turned from the roast chicken at the shop at the street corner to Moxiu who was being chased by Xuantianzong disciples today.

Frowning, he thought, this magic cultivator might not be easy to mess with.

To be able to easily kill and escape at the hands of Xuantianzong disciples, he must be no small character.

However, the streets of Chenghua are calm and calm, and there is nothing wrong with the mortals around. Could it be that the demon cultivators only do evil among monks?

The edge of the carved window was creaking slightly, Cheng Yuzhi walked towards the window, and found that it was raining lightly outside, beating on the window sill.

He didn't care, and reached out to close the window.

Crackling crackling crackling.

Cheng Yuzhi woke up from his sleep, and vaguely heard a movement in his ear.

He half propped up his body, opened the bed curtain, and looked out the window.

The window that was closed before going to bed was blown open by the wind at some point, and it was shaking back and forth in mid-air, making a creaking sound of friction.

I thought it was the sound of rain, but when I took a closer look, the rain outside had stopped. Where did the sound of rain come from?

Besides, there was no sound of rain, it was clearly hail.

Cheng Yu got off the bed, and with his excellent hearing, he heard a voice coming from a long distance, which was about half familiar.

"Don't...let him...run away..."

Cheng Yunzhi came to his senses, grabbed his outer robe in a hurry, put it on his body, and walked to the window.

Looking at it from his angle, he happened to see a group of white-clothed disciples on the street below, like ants on the edge of a hot pot, circling around the world.

One by one, holding a sword and holding a magic weapon, they are ready to fight.

The disciple standing at the front is none other than "Zitao" senior brother who bought the dough during the day.

It was rare for him to keep a straight face, looking serious as hell, pacing back and forth.

As a result, when he looked up, he saw a young man in a snow-green robe leaning halfway out of the window, with long black hair hanging down.

Cheng Yunzhi happily waved to them: "Good evening, everyone—"

Zitao almost took off on the spot: "Go back! Don't come out! Close the window!!!"

His appearance was really funny, like an iron monkey only played in the hands of strange people, Cheng Yuzhi just smiled, he didn't expect an uninvited guest to fall from the roof and fall into his room.

Zi Tao's eyes widened: "Behind!"

Cheng Yuzhi laughed so hard that he turned around in a daze, only to find a strange man appeared behind him.

The young man raised his eyebrows and stepped back to close the window: "Who are you?!"

The man raised his head and revealed his face, which was full of malevolent aura. His face was black and beardless, half of his body was wrapped in a ragged black robe, blood was dripping from his left arm, and a demonic aura lingered on his body.

Cheng Yunzhi heard the sound of someone taking off with a sword behind him, and he approached his window at once!

Zitao yelled, "Let him go!"

Moxiu grabbed Cheng Yunzhi's arm, bloodshot eyes burst out.

With a bang, the window was closed, and the carved wood grain was crackled by the strong shock.

The varnish peeled off, and the youth and magic cultivator behind the window were blocked.

The demonic energy erupted and enveloped the entire inn.

By the time these immortal disciples broke through the window paper and rushed in, the room was already empty.

Cheng Yun was unprepared on the one hand, and on the other hand, he was brave enough to cover the sky, even if he had some secret methods in his hands to escape, it was useless.

I just felt dizzy for a while, opened my eyes again, and found myself in a dark cave.

This cave is probably the interior of some mountain peak, the surroundings are quiet, there are echoes in the conversation, it was artificially dug into a cave, and there are some futons in the interior, and there are bundles of straws in the corner to make a bed, the magic repair has long disappeared .

Before Cheng Yuzhi could see the arrangement clearly, he was attracted by the figure in snow clothes sitting cross-legged on the futon.

This person looks familiar... Wait, isn't this an old-fashioned beauty who was sent back to the inn by him himself, as if she ran out of the mountains!

The demon cultivator disappeared, and Cheng Yuzhi looked around, shrugging helplessly.

He leaned in front of the beauty with closed eyes: "My friend, why are you here? That Demon Cultivator brought you here too?"

Young Master Xueyi opened his eyes, his dark pupils fixedly looked at Cheng Yuzhi, he felt the young man's heart tremble, he unconsciously leaned back, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "You don't know me anymore?"

But soon, he found that the other party was still in a state of meditation, in a daze, and ignored him.

Cheng Yuzhi tsk tsk, he knows this kind of old antique, it takes three days and three nights to sit in the samadhi, and it is so blind that it can't be shaken.

He pulled the futon and found that there was a lot of dust on it, and no one took care of it.

Mr. Cheng didn't want to sit on top of the dust. He rolled up his sleeves reservedly, and touched most of the cave, only to find a clean place: a stack of straw.

It was just big enough for one person to lie on, so Cheng Yuzhi naturally did his part and leaned up comfortably.

It wasn't for nothing that he let the demon cultivator catch him.

Cheng Yuzhi has been walking outside alone for many years, so he naturally mastered some secret methods of escape, so it is not so easy for someone to take him away.

He dared to satisfy his curiosity because he was full of confidence, and was obediently captured by Moxiu, intending to touch his background.

... In the end, this is the bottom line, is this all?

A dilapidated cave?

He sighed for a long time, and looked at the snow-clothed youth who was meditating not far away. If he hadn't met an old acquaintance, who would want to continue squatting here?

He said to himself: "Friend, I advise you to quickly end your meditation, what is the need to practice in this dilapidated place... When you are finished, remember to tell me, I have a way to take you out... Now go to sleep One sleep, tossing in the middle of the night, what is more important than sleep..."

The young man in the snow-green robe had long forgotten that he was the one who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal, and was arrested by the demon cultivator without anyone noticing when he entered the house.

Now that he was sleepy, Cheng Yuzhi yawned, stretched his body like a cat, and wanted to take a nap, take a nap or something.

As a result, just as the eyelids closed, black shadows were cast in front of his eyes.

He half-opened his eyelids ignorantly, and saw the young man who was still meditating on the futon, came over at some point, stretched out his hands, and supported him.

The pitch-black eyes were unblinking, and Zhuo Zhuo stared at him, looking at his treasure greedily and preciously like a demon.

Waterfall-like black hair hung down, winding from the straw stack to Cheng Yunzhi's neckline, wrapping around his neck.

The space was dark and silent, and it shrank to the extreme at this moment.

He looked extraordinarily calm, and seemed to be smiling. A light black air spread from the corners of the young man's lips and disappeared in the air.

Even his breath was frighteningly cold, his breath was filled with the smell of frozen snow on the peak, without any vitality.

Even Cheng Yunzhi, who had seen the big world, was also taken aback by this battle.

He struggled to sit up halfway, and pushed, "Hey friend, it's fine if you settle down, why are you still lying on me..."

Before he could finish speaking, the man's eyes were closed tightly, and he fell down heavily. He was lying on Cheng Yun's neck docilely, and fell into a deep sleep.

Mr. Cheng who is still sober: "...Hello?!"