The rivers and lakes can't stand it

Although Qiu Zhuoxue's words are not considered love words, Yue Mijin has to admit that these words are more useful to him than love words.

He even understood why many people love to listen to sweet talk.

Sometimes words can even surpass countless intimate actions. No matter how close two people are and how tightly they hug, as long as they don't admit it, there are still thousands of words to explain.

But speaking out, it is quite different.

Even if you want to repent, you have already taken responsibility.

At this time, Qiu Zhuoxue finally rolled up the thin layer of gauze curtain, and even pinned it to the back of the hook again. The hanging wooden hook was dangling, not very honest, but the curtain was hung up impartially.

His eyes weren't even fully opened, they were just hanging down lazily, as if waiting to get lost before kissing again.

"Brother Yue seems to always understand when he should understand, and when he doesn't understand, he doesn't understand at all."

Qiu Zhuoxue lowered his head and smiled, he loosened his hair, and the long hair poured down like running water, and it didn't pass Yue Maze's fingers all of a sudden: "I was a little worried about whether you knew what it meant to do this. But after hearing Brother Yue's words, I finally felt relieved."

Yue Mijin snorted coldly and said, "Am I so stupid?"

"That's not good." Qiu Zhuoxue raised her eyes to look at him, and couldn't help laughing, "If brother Yue asks, can't this be done between friends? Then Qiu really didn't know how to answer for a while."

The more confused said: "If you can, you can, if you can't, you can't, just refuse."

Qiu Zhuoxue sighed: "What if Qiu doesn't want to refuse?"

Yue Mijin opened his mouth, but suddenly couldn't speak, he fell silent.

It's hard to say whether it's worth it or not, because he didn't react at all, his eyes just swept Qiu Zhuoxue's face lightly, and after a while he said softly: "You should rest, when the time comes, I will will call you up."

When Qiu Zhuoxue started to take off his clothes, Yue Mijin walked out of the room, his footsteps were steady and calm, and he looked graceful, but he couldn't help being a little heavy when he closed the door, almost tearing the door from the frame.

Qiu Zhuoxue couldn't help but leaned over the bed and laughed loudly, then turned over and lay on the bed in a daze.

Not only is one side of his face running hot right now, but the other half of his face is also slowly getting hot.

"Oh." Qiu Zhuoxue put her fingers lightly on her eyes, "This is really..."

Qiu Zhuoxue closed his eyes again, thinking that he would have to suffer for a while, but sleepiness hit him in an instant, dragging him into sleep together with his thoughts.

I slept soundly this time, without even dreaming.

When Qiu Zhuoxue was vaguely pushed awake, her thoughts hadn't fully recovered from her sleep, so it was half a beat behind her, and only one voice sounded indistinctly in her ears, from near to far, it seemed to be wrapped up a layer of cloth.

"Why don't you close the window?"

The words were heard in the ears, but it seemed difficult to understand the meaning. It was not until the window was removed that there was a "crack" that Qiu Zhuoxue's eyes were completely clear.

"Sleep fast, forget."

Qiu Zhuoxue stood up and put on his coat. This sleep was quite comfortable, which woke him up somewhat comfortably, and his tone was a little lazy. He picked up the wine bowl on the table and took a sip to refresh himself, and went outside glance.

I saw that in the gap between the closed windows, the sky was getting late, the moon was floating, and the stars were shining brightly. It was obviously late at night, but I didn't know when it would be.

So Qiu Zhuoxue asked: "Has Karaya left?"

"Just left." Yue Mijin said indifferently, "One more thing, when I arrived at the inn at dawn, he was already asleep in the room, and he didn't have time to go to the cornucopia."

Qiu Zhuoxue pondered for a moment, tightened her belt, nodded and said: "Then let's go too."

Only then did Yue Mijin take the time to turn around, looking calm and composed, causing a little smile to appear on Qiu Zhuoxue's face, and he quickly suppressed it.

The two stopped talking, and followed Karaya all the way by taking advantage of the night and scenery in the city to disappear. This time, Karaya no longer circled around like yesterday, but went straight to the city with a clear goal. Outside Bayang Village.

This made Qiu Zhuoxue raise her brows involuntarily.

There was no report in the morning, and there was no report in the evening.

This is enough to show that all the tasks are handed over to Karaya from the very beginning, and there is no need to ask about the process, and life and death have nothing to do with the cornucopia. The only responsibility of the cornucopia is to give tasks and rewards.

The three came to Lan Zhu's tomb again.

Karaya is standing on the hillside. Today, he doesn't look stable, and he doesn't look like he is guarding the tomb. Instead, he looks like a lone wolf walking around, standing on the hillside and staring at the silent Bayang village, or sniffing something in the ground, it seems that they should be observing the surrounding situation.

After a while, he turned around and faced Lanzhu's tombstone, took a deep breath, and began to speak seriously.

In the middle of the night, a person was standing by the grave, speaking his native dialect. Even though Qiu Zhuoxue couldn't understand, he knew that Karaya was talking to himself.

It can't be talking to Miss Lanzhu, not to mention whether there are ghosts in the world, how can Miss Lanzhu, a woman from the Central Plains, understand the words of the Great Desert.

After saying these words, Karaya sighed. He suddenly jumped into Bayang Village, and came back quickly, with a shovel in his hand when he came back.

Now everyone knew what he was going to do.

Karaya's face was tense under the moonlight, and his eyes were full of vigilance. He looked around, but he didn't see the autumn snow and the maze, and he didn't see the bright moon shadow on the treetops farther away.

Ming Yueying had already seen them, her face was expressionless, her eyes were cold, and her hands were quietly placed in her sleeves.

Qiu Zhuoxue believed that she was ready to kill someone.

At this time, a bad idea suddenly appeared in Qiu Zhuoxue's mind, he turned his head and asked softly: "Brother Yue, do you think Karaya is afraid of ghosts?"

The meaning of this sentence couldn't be more obvious, Yue Mijin raised his eyebrows, and said lightly: "You will know if you try it."

As soon as the words fell, there was no one around Yue Mazin.

Karaya was talking endlessly, when he suddenly felt someone pat on his shoulder, and a faint voice rang out coldly in the dark night: "Where are you from?"

The voice was soft and thin, like a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, or a woman with a low voice.

But what was even more creepy was that the sound seemed to come out of nowhere, and Karaya couldn't feel anyone behind him at all, and the hair on his back couldn't help but stand on end. He expected that the sound was close to his ears, so it must be not far away from him, so he swung it immediately. The shovel was thrown, and during the rotation, the scimitar was already out of its sheath, and even the man and the knife turned four or five times, but they were not in the original position.

Karaya's speed was extremely fast, but there was nothing in sight. He looked at the dark night in confusion, only felt that the evening wind brushed against his shoulders, something hit his wrist, and the scimitar was sheathed again.

The voice still sounded from behind, like a ghost, without a trace: "It's rude to use knives and guns when you come to be a guest."

guest?What kind of guest?

Karaya's eyes became sharper: "Come out, don't, pretend to be a ghost!"

He was not frightened, but remembered that when he accepted the task before, the other party said that the tomb was guarded by a master, and this master was also a woman, good at rhythm, strong in fingers, and cruel in temperament, so be careful.

I didn't expect this woman to be so good at lightening herself.

The environment of the desert is much more dangerous than that of the Central Plains, and even the desert itself is the most ruthless enemy. Since he couldn't see the other party, Karaya simply closed his eyes, held his breath, and concentrated his attention.

"It's pretending to be a ghost." The voice sighed and corrected.

Karaya followed the sound without hesitation and followed the sound with a knife dance. His knife came out first, followed by his whole body, and his muscles and bones seemed to have moved. In this way, no matter whether the opponent wanted to fight back or evade, he would inevitably Will leak traces in the wind.

The eyes can deceive, but the wind cannot.

But no matter how Kalaya swung it, how he hit raindrop-like intensive moves, the voice always followed behind him like a shadow, as if it was completely stuck to his back.

Calling Karaya to dance until his mouth was parched, his head was sweating profusely, and most of his physical strength had been consumed in this wild dance. He was desperate to find that there was no movement in the wind at all, as if the sound was entirely his imagination.

The saber's momentum slowed down, and the saber stroke stopped, and the imaginary resounded clearly again: "Your injury is not completely healed, why force yourself like this?"

The voice was gentle and concerned, as if he was not at all irritated by Karaya's attack.

He...she...it...how did it know that I was injured?

Karaya's arm was sore, his face changed drastically, he felt his heart beating violently, and he was also very surprised. This voice did not match the legendary master at all. It was neither cruel nor rhythmic, nor did he attack him with finger force.

He turned his face quickly, facing the tombstone under the moonlight, a guess flashed in his mind, he suddenly felt cold, and cold sweat broke out slightly on his forehead.

Could it be... Could there really be ghosts in this world? !

Otherwise, with so many tricks, how could they all fail?

The more Karaya thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case. Ghosts were dead, so of course they couldn't be speculated by ordinary people's rules, and human tricks were of course useless.

"You... are you really a ghost?" Karaya swallowed.

The voice stopped talking, as if Kalaya had stabbed him into something sad. The night wind blew through the woods, making a sobbing sound. Kalaya heard the same sound yesterday, and he knew it was the transmission between the wind and the trees. The sound that came out, but now I am not so sure.

"You are, Lazhu." Karaya turned his head and took a closer look at the tombstone, "Really?"

His accent was so special at this moment that it made people laugh, and Yue Mijin, who was hiding in the shadows, couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.

Not only did Qiu Zhuoxue not smile, he also sighed softly, his voice was completely different from usual, it became very thin and soft, like a melancholy and sad woman.

It makes people feel a little sad when they hear it.

People's mourning often comes from the emotions that affect them, and they are often not very pleasant to hear, but Qiu Zhuoxue's mourning has hidden skills, and it sounds very moving.

Yue Mijin suddenly thought: If Qiu Zhuoxue went to a teahouse to tell a story, she would definitely be more popular than that storyteller back then.

This response was like an acquiescence to Karaya. He finally knew why the reward for this mission was so generous, and why so many people died.

It turns out that besides a very dangerous master, there is also a female ghost.

He believes that people in the Central Plains and people in the Great Desert are at least the same in fear of ghosts.

It's just that this female ghost is not hateful or vicious, and she doesn't even mean to hurt Karaya, which makes him suddenly feel a little guilty.

The voice sounded again, with infinite sadness: "Why did you come here?"

"I, for money." Karaya still replied very down-to-earth, "Working hard."

The voice was full of sadness: "Money? Did you know that there are only bones in this tomb? There are no valuable funeral objects?"

"I know." Karaya replied, "Girl Lazhu, I'm not a thief. Someone asked me to check to see if the child is still alive."

Lanzhu's child! ?

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