Fuck you

Xinghe seems to have discovered some extremely unusual secret.

He stared at Ming Yuegui with piercing eyes: "Why do you say I have poor concentration?"

"... When did I say that?"

"Just now."

"No. You misheard."

"I heard that right, you clearly said it."

"No, I didn't say when I said it." Mingyuegui pretended to be confused with her understanding, and wanted to smear the soles of her feet with oil when she twisted her buttocks. , you see that today's food boxes have been changed to exquisite..."

Without saying anything clearly, how could Xinghe let him go.

Xinghe stood in front of Mingyuegui, and was about to ask again, when he suddenly felt heart palpitations.

Immediately there was a burst of dizziness.

After a short period of blindness, Xinghe heard Mingyue calling his name in the lingering sound of buzzing in his ears, sounding very anxious.

For a moment, he actually heard the sound of the tip of his heart blossoming amidst the anxious calls, and he hoped that he could really get over this illness, and it would be best if he didn't get out of bed.

But the pain didn't satisfy his intentions, it came quickly and went away quickly. When he came to his senses, Mingyue Guizheng was trying to support his left shoulder. Because he was not tall enough, he shrugged half of his shoulders. It's a little hard to get up.

But the appearance is very pleasing.

"Why are you like a puppy?" Xinghe laughed and said very gently.

"Ah?" Mingyuegui felt a little dizzy from the smile, and lowered her head to stare at the tip of her shoe, "Are you uncomfortable?"

Xinghe didn't want to discuss this topic at all, he just stared into Mingyuegui's eyes and asked, "Why do you say I have poor concentration?"

Mingyuegui collapsed: "Senior brother, I was wrong, I was a bit of a jerk, actually, your concentration is really quite good, really, your concentration is the best in the world."

Mingyue Gui felt that Xinghe was cursed by something nasty, and just after he finished speaking, he heard Xinghe whisper in his ear: "How do you know that I have good concentration?"

Ah, what a tormenting little goblin!

"It's not over!" Mingyuegui threw away Xinghe, rolled his eyes and walked inside with a snack box.

Xinghe watched his back silently, raised his hand and pressed his chest.

Why.He sighed in his heart, while taking out the small medicine bottle that Youfeng prepared for him, he silently thought about what Ming Yuegui said just now.

Your concentration is too poor.

He said it so firmly, as if he had seen himself with poor concentration.

Or did he really see it?

What the hell happened the day you got drunk?

"Youyouyouyang jun!" Aowen's people fell into the yard with the voice, and before they could get up, Youfeng who followed him directly stepped over him, walking quickly and quickly.

Aowen shuddered, touched his waist and sighed.

With such a small body, mana, and status, I actually wanted to report to God Youfeng, it was just... asking for trouble!

You Feng condensed his eyebrows and looked solemnly, paired with a pale blue gown that would be cold out of the Three Realms, without any scene, he walked in front of Xinghe and lowered his voice eagerly: "Qianmo is gone!"

Xinghe didn't understand.

Qian Mo lived in Ziwei Palace and asked Xinzhai to live in the same room as himself. It was very close to the back mountain, and his master had been retreating in the back mountain. No one dared to approach him on weekdays. Although Qian Mo's glory is no longer, is it Tianjun's son, as long as he didn't leave by himself, there is absolutely no reason why he could be taken away casually.

So he asked again: "Qianmo is gone? Gone?"

Looking at Xinghe's expression, You Feng knew that he didn't believe him, he was anxious, and explained: "It's not that he's gone, it's that he's gone!"

Xinghe frowned: "Huh?"

You Feng tensed his face: "Mingyue Gui just went to see him. I waited for the person to leave before I sent him over with my hands covered with hot medicine. Qian Mo was sitting on the bed and fully dressed."

Youfeng's voice was low and fast, Xinghe took a step closer and listened.

You Feng took a breath, and said: "I don't want to sit in that room and stare blankly at him, so I went out of the yard and picked a few peaches and waited for him to drink the medicine. After a stick of incense, I'll be gone when I go back!"

Xinghe: "Qianmo doesn't like to stay on it, should he go back?"

"I think so too, but after thinking about it for a while, I feel it's not right." You Feng sneered, "I never imagined that my Ziwei Palace would have people who shouldn't be here!"

You Feng: "Qianmo has always been polite and thoughtful. If he leaves, he can't leave me without telling me. This is the number one. When I delivered the medicine to him, I told him to drink it up. He agreed happily, but When I went back, I drank the medicine, but I didn’t finish it. The spoon fell on the ground, and half of the medicine was left. Someone forcibly interrupted him to finish the bowl of medicine. This is the second. If he left by himself, why? No shoes, and only one footwear, and the other left on the bed? This is the third."

He finished speaking in one breath and said in a cold voice without panting: "Besides, I was picking peaches from a peach tree not far outside Wenxinzhai. I could see the gate of Xinzhai clearly, and no one came out at all!"

After finishing speaking, You Feng glared and concluded, as if he had seen it with his own eyes: "Someone must have used the teleportation talisman to take away Qian Mo forcibly while I was leaving!"

Xinghe was dumbfounded.

He never knew that his good senior brother was actually a master detective. This deliberation and judgment almost broke through the sky, reminding him of the excerpts he heard in the world when he was a child many years ago.

It seems to be singing about some bad faces, how many injustice cases have been cleared up, and the reputation has been passed down through the ages. At that time, I didn't understand why life is too short to make trouble for nothing?Looking at my senior brother now, I can somewhat understand the feelings of those people who made music when they were children.

To be honest, it's quite complicated.

"Brother, you..." Xinghe sighed first, "I didn't expect you to be very careful."

You Feng glared at him.

After sighing, Xinghe said seriously: "How long have you been missing?"

You Fengdao: "No more than half an hour."

After thinking about it, Xinghe said: "Unless it's a high-level teleportation talisman, the caster's cultivation should not be too low, otherwise it is impossible to directly bring a living person to pass it down from the Nine Heavens."

You Feng echoed: "Not everyone can get high-level teleportation, and the one who takes away is Qianmo."

Xinghe nodded: "So, if that person is still in Jiuchongtian, I can definitely dig him out. If I can't find him, it means that the person who came here is not low-level, and his cultivation level is not bad."