"Actually, I didn't plan to leave without saying goodbye," Qi Yan put his hands on his knees obediently, with a standard gesture of admitting his mistake, "It was too late, so I planned to call you later in the morning, who knew they were here? It is requested that no contact with the outside world be allowed.”
"Yes, Mr. Cen," said Zhao Zhicheng, who was sitting in the co-pilot's seat and was the man to blame, "because this is a major event involving hundreds of thousands of people, during this period, please refrain from contacting the outside world for the time being. ." Thinking of Cen Baihe's identity, Zhao Zhicheng added, "If you really have something important to deal with urgently, you can use our internal communication equipment to communicate with the outside world."
Cen Baihe nodded and had no objection to the arrangement of the special group.
When Qi Yan and Cen Baihe returned to the villa, several bored masters were showing Feng Shui to the villa, and some even moved the furnishings of the villa by themselves. The brothers and sisters, Daoist Shen and Daoist Xu, had a disagreement on the placement of the fish tank. The two went from heaven to the end and talked about architecture from the Tao Te Ching, but no one could convince the other. Xu Daochang moved his hand.
Fortunately, there was a gentler Master Zhao who stopped him in the middle, and Taoist Shen didn't get too angry and flipped the table.
Most of the so-called masters are unattainable, but they are made up by unknowing people. Everyone is born with a different temperament. Even the masters have their own behavior and temperament. How can everyone be immortal, cold and clean
However, although this is indeed the case, Gao Ronghua, who has had fantasies about people outside the world since childhood, still has a feeling of broken fantasies. This feeling didn't calm down until Qi Yan and Cen Baihe rushed back.
With the addition of a stranger, Cen Baihe, the masters finally showed some restraint. But soon Gao Ronghua had another headache, that is, the room was not enough. They invited Mr. Cen to come here, so they can't let him live alone in other places, right
"How about, Bai He squeezes me out tonight?" Qi Yan looked at Cen Baihe, "Will it affect your sleep if you sleep with other people?"
"Fortunately," Cen Baihe said, "I'll sleep with you tonight."
"That's fine," Qi Yan nodded and said to Zhao Zhicheng, "Then please arrange the residence of Mr. Cen's bodyguard."
Zhao Zhicheng responded repeatedly. In his opinion, it would be safer for Mr. Cen and Master Qi to live together.
"That's it, it's getting late, I'll take Bai He upstairs to sleep, masters, good night." Qi Yan handed a note to Zhao Zhicheng, "These are some things that the Jiuding Qiankun Array needs, you should send them as soon as possible. Find everything."
Zhao Zhicheng took the list and glanced at it. It was not difficult to find. He even agreed: "Please rest assured, Master Qi, we will prepare everything as soon as possible."
Qi Yan asked him to prepare something, and he felt at ease. If he was told to do nothing, he would feel uneasy.
Cen Baihe followed Qi Yan back to the room, and put on his nightgown to take a bath. After taking a shower, he found that Qi Yan had put talisman paper on the window and the wall, and there was a copper tripod the size of a child's palm by the window.
"This is… "
"I'm worried that it's not safe enough here," Qi Yan slapped a piece of talisman paper under the bed, clapped his hands, stood up and said, "At this juncture, be careful."
"Is the matter serious?" Cen Baihe realized that this time, the situation was different from what Qian Qian had encountered before. "Where did the matter develop?"
"Someone used the lives of hundreds of thousands of people to count the lives of us warlocks," Qi Yan shook off a quilt, "How do you think this account is calculated?"
Shaking off the two fluffy and soft quilts, Qi Yan shrank into the quilt and patted the free space beside him, "You should be tired too, even if you want to chat, just lie down and talk about it." Don't sit when you can, and don't stand when you can sit, otherwise it will be a harsh treatment of yourself.
Cen Baihe hesitated for a moment, and finally lay down like Qi Yan.
"Is it more comfortable this way?" Qi Yan turned over and faced the direction he was lying on. "Get some rest early, we'll talk about it tomorrow if you have anything to say. I think your face is not very good."
"I'm fine, it's just that when I was on the plane, I was shaking a little bit, so I didn't get used to it." Cen Baihe accidentally met Qi Yan's collarbone and moved away uncomfortably, "Just take a rest for a while."
"Then you rest early," Qi Yan yawned, "Good night."
"Well, good night." Cen Baihe saw Qi Yan closed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, he was reluctant to look away.
"By the way," Qi Yan suddenly opened his eyes and stretched his hand to the head of the bed, "I forgot to turn off the light."
"Snapped."
The room suddenly darkened, and only a small night light was left with a faint glow.
"Money money..."
"Um?"
"It's okay," Cen Baihe laughed, suppressing the anticipation and anxiety in his heart, "It's okay, go to sleep."
In the middle of the night, Cen Baihe had a dream that he was climbing the stairs carrying a large piece of gold ingot, but the gold ingot was so heavy that he was so tired that he was out of breath and did not climb to the top, until he finally woke up. He found that Qian Qian's leg was on his waist.
He wanted to take Qian Qian's leg off, but as soon as he moved, Qian Qian groaned. Worrying about affecting Qian Qian's sleep, he had to let this leg rest on his waist, but he couldn't sleep at all.
Looking at the bright moonlight outside the window, he could even hear his own heartbeat.
Qian Qian stretched his legs like this, has the quilt been covered properly? What should I do if it gets cold on my back
Does he want to take Qian Qian's leg off
Is the temperature of the air conditioner in the room a little high, why does it feel so hot
clap clap.
I don't know if something rushed towards this side, but when it was just attached to the window, it made a soft sound as if it had been electrocuted, and finally it could only fall down weakly. This movement lasted for about half a minute, before the room returned to silence again.
Cen Baihe stared at the window vigilantly, until the sky spit out fish belly white, and nothing strange appeared, then he fell asleep at ease.
When Qi Yan got up in the morning, he saw that Cen Baihe was still sleeping. He got up from the bed, opened the window gently, and saw black ashes on the windowsill. Frowning, he hurriedly walked out and knocked on the door of Master Zhao in the next room.
Master Zhao quickly opened the door, and after listening to what Qi Yan said, the two walked to the window sill. Sure enough, there was also a layer of black ashes on the windowsill of Master Zhao's room.
"It seems that we guessed correctly," Qi Yan picked up a little bit of ashes with his hands, and the ashes still had a faint fishy smell, "Someone wants to plot against our Huaxia Warlock."
Master Zhao frowned: "I really don't understand why the people behind the scenes have to spend so much effort doing such a thing that is inferior to beasts."
"Because you don't understand, so you can't do this kind of thing," Qi Yan pulled the nightgown on his body, "Master Zhao, please go to the other masters' rooms and have a look, I'll change clothes first."
"Okay." Master Zhao's face was ashen. Anyone who knew about this kind of thing would not be in a good mood.
Taking the lives of hundreds of thousands of people to calculate, such people are either beasts or lunatics.
Cen Baihe was awakened by Qi Yan's change of clothes. He sat up from the bed, only to find that it was already dawn outside, "Qianqian?"
"Are you awake?" Qi Yan noticed that his face was not very good, "You can sleep for a while, I'll go to the living room downstairs to discuss some things with them, and I'll call you later."
"No need," Cen Baihe got up and found his clothes from the suitcase, "I'll go down with you."
"Captain Zhao," said Xu Daochang, rubbing the beard on his chin, "How many people know that we live here?"
"In addition to everyone in the room, there are also teammates from the Gao team and me," Zhao Zhicheng's face was even uglier than those of the masters, "I don't know what's wrong here?"
Several masters were silent.
Qi Yan took a sip of tea: "Someone leaked the place where we live, and even which room we live in."
For such a hurtful talisman, it is necessary to know the exact place of residence, name, and things or personal belongings that the person has used before.
Gao Ronghua's complexion changed greatly: "You mean to say..."
"Yes, we have traitors here," Qi Yan glanced at everyone, "How many people did Captain Gao and Captain Zhao arrange to come here?"
There are not many people who know that they live here, but the number of people who know which master of them lives in which room is very limited. Except for the two people they trusted, even the people above did not know the specific room arrangement of these masters.
"Call all your people here," Xu Daochang shook his head and said, "Old Daoist is not talented, and he has a little knowledge of face-to-face skills."
Gao Ronghua and Zhao Zhicheng glanced at each other and agreed to Master Xu's request.
These masters are willing to take their lives to fight for a secret for the sake of the common people, but there are traitors among their people, which is unacceptable in terms of reason and human feelings.
The few people who knew the detailed information quickly rushed over. After the kind-hearted Abbot Yun glanced at them, he silently closed his eyes and stopped talking.
Master Zhao is best at feng shui, but not good at face-to-face. If he is to tell someone's fortune, he needs detailed birth date characters to do it, so at this time, he can only go to see the master of the virtual road who is good at face-to-face.
Master Xu looks like an old urchin who is not serious, but at this moment, his eyes are like sharp knives, enough to look into people's hearts.
In an instant, the atmosphere in the room became extremely serious, and no one dared to speak easily.
The author has something to say: Qian Qian: I have a heroic sleeping posture, and I want to speak for it!
Bai He: I was flustered and couldn't sleep.