That night, a total of three waves of people came, all warriors, the worst outsiders, and the strongest outsiders.
However, Chen Mo left them all in the small courtyard, and the corpses were piled up in a corner of the small courtyard.
Fortunately, it was late at night, and fortunately both parties did not want to make too much noise to avoid disturbing the interference of secular forces. Therefore, other people in the small courtyard had no idea at all. Even Yan Qingcheng, who was the rightful owner, was not aware of it at all. Sleep until dawn.
At five o'clock in the morning, the door of the small courtyard was suddenly opened. Five or six men in black walked in expressionlessly and quietly moved the corpses into a van, cleaning up even the blood stains.
Chen Mo sat cross-legged in the spirit gathering formation and did not stop him. He knew that these people were just porters and knew nothing.
Ten minutes later, the small courtyard returned to tranquility, as if nothing had happened, leaving only puddles of water stains, proving that more than a dozen lives had completed their last journey here!
At seven o'clock in the morning, Chen Mo opened his eyes and finished practicing. He heard someone getting up in the bedroom. In order to avoid embarrassment, he walked out of the room and went outside to buy breakfast.
"Sang Sang, why are you looking pale? Did you not sleep well?" Yan Qingcheng's concerned inquiry sounded in the bedroom.
Sangsang coughed and said with a smile, "It's okay, maybe I caught a cold. I'll be fine in two days."
Yan Qingcheng was completely unaware of the thrilling killing scene last night: "Well, it sounds to me like Chen Mo has gone out. Isn't he already on vacation? Why did he get up so early?"
Sangsang recalled Chen Mo's demon-like figure last night and his cold murderous intent, and suddenly felt a chill on his back. When she first came here, she didn't give Chen Mo a good look, and she threatened Chen Mo more than once. Thinking about it made Sangsang feel scared.
"Is that person who had sex last night really Chen Mo?" Sangsang felt that he seemed to have an illusion, and he really couldn't associate the murderer last night with the quiet young man he saw at first sight.
Sang Sang really didn't know how to answer Yan Qingcheng's strange question. He thought for a while and said, "Maybe it's because he is a warrior, so he should maintain the good habit of going to bed early and getting up early!"
"Oh, that's just convenient for us. You go out and lock the door, so that he doesn't come in suddenly." Yan Qingcheng curled up in the newly bought quilt, only showing her beautiful head and said, there is no heating in this room. She was just an ordinary person, and it felt so cold.
As a warrior, Sangsang had a strong ability to adapt to the outside environment, but he didn't feel cold. After hearing this, he quickly put on his clothes, walked out and locked the door.
Yan Qingcheng then sat up, with a proud heart. The cartoon little fox pattern on the pink lining of the top was very cute. If Chen Mo saw this scene, he would definitely be stunned. He never expected that Yan Qingcheng was actually wearing a suit under his cold appearance. Cartoon pattern lining.
The two women in the room began to wash up and dress up. Chen Mo did not buy breakfast immediately after going out, but wandered on the street. He knew that women may only need to walk a few steps from getting up to going out, but the complicated process in between, It takes at least half an hour.
Chen Mo calculated the time and waited for Yan Qingcheng and the others to get up and dress up before buying soy milk and steamed buns and returning to the room.
There is a light aroma in the room, which smells very good.
After giving breakfast to Sang Sang, Chen Mo took out another Peiyuan Pill and handed it to Sang Sang: "Eat it, it will be good for you!"
Sang Sang could tell just by looking at the Peiyuan Pill that it was extraordinary. She looked at Chen Mo with eyes full of gratitude.
"I have to go out for something, you can do it yourself!" Chen Mo said calmly, turned and left.
Yan Qingcheng didn't say anything, but Sang Sang suddenly shouted: "Wait a minute, let the lady follow you!"
Yan Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, looked at Sangsang and frowned slightly and asked, "Why should I follow him?"
Sang Sang wanted to tell her about the assassins last night, but she was worried about scaring Yan Qingcheng, so she could only say: "I'm feeling a little unwell, so I'm afraid I can't protect the young lady. You follow Chen Mo, he can protect you!"
Having seen Chen Mo's strength, Sangsang knew that Yan Qingcheng was far safer following Chen Mo than following him, not to mention that he was injured now and needed to regulate his breathing.
Yan Qingcheng looked at Sang Sang suspiciously, then at the expressionless Chen Mo, and nodded reluctantly: "Okay, I'll follow him!"
Chen Mo also had a headache. He had to go out to do errands, and with a stunning beauty like Yan Qingcheng by his side, he was afraid that there would be constant trouble.
But he understood that Sang Sang needed to adjust her breathing. If an assassin attacked at this time, Yan Qingcheng would definitely die!
"Then come with me!" Chen Mo glanced at Yan Qingcheng helplessly, feeling that she was a burden!
If Yan Qingcheng knew that there was a man who thought she was a burden, I don't know if she would be angry to death. I don't know how many wealthy young men in Yanjing begged to see Yan Qingcheng, but they couldn't get it.
After leaving the village courtyard in the city, Chen Mo hailed a taxi and went to his cheap apprentice's residence.
During the fifteen-minute journey, Chen Mo discovered that the middle-aged driver secretly glanced at Yan Qingcheng forty-five times in the rearview mirror, an average of three times per minute.
After getting out of the car, Chen Mo suddenly stared at Yan Qingcheng and frowned slightly.
Yan Qingcheng felt uneasy when he looked at her, and couldn't help but ask, "Why are you looking at me like this?"
Chen Mo thought for a while and said, "Whenever you go out from now on, you should wear those glasses!"
After saying that, Chen Mo turned around and moved forward.
The corners of Yan Qingcheng's mouth curved, and for some reason, a trace of pride arose in her heart: "I thought you were a piece of wood, but it seems that your eyesight is quite normal!"
Chasing Chen Mo quickly towards the dilapidated residential building, Yan Qingcheng did not notice that the men who saw her smile just now had dull expressions on their faces, as if they had lost their souls.
A boy who was awakened by his girlfriend twisting her ears sighed in his heart: "One smile can captivate a city, and another smile can captivate a country. It must be her she is talking about!"
With his strong memory, Chen Mo went directly to the door of the old man's house and knocked on the door. Chen Mo and Yan Qingcheng were waiting side by side.
When he opened the door, he was still wearing the Taoist robe. When he saw Chen Mo, the old Taoist's face suddenly showed ecstasy.
"Disciple, meet the master!" The old Taoist bowed and saluted.
Yan Qingcheng looked at Chen Mo with some surprise, and exclaimed: "You have already accepted a disciple?"
Chen Mo nodded and walked straight into the house without explaining to her.
The old Taoist stood up and saw Yan Qingcheng who followed Chen Mo into the room. He couldn't help being stunned for a while, but he soon woke up.
Chen Mo nodded secretly, expressing satisfaction with the veteran's determination.
The old Taoist poured a cup of tea for Chen Mo and Yan Qingcheng each, stood aside respectfully, and asked: "Master, may I ask if this is the master's wife?"
Yan Qingcheng's face turned red and she couldn't help but roll her eyes at the old man. She felt strange when she saw this old man, who was several years older than his father, standing respectfully aside and calling her master's wife.
Chen Mo just drank the tea in his mouth and spit it back into the cup. He coughed lightly, glared at the old man, and shouted in a low voice: "Don't talk nonsense, she is..."
Suddenly, Chen Mo paused. He didn't know how to introduce Yan Qingcheng. Maybe calling her Mistress was right. After a while, he continued: "She is a friend of mine."
friend? Just friends
Yan Qingcheng looked at Chen Mo and felt a sense of loss in her heart. This feeling even surprised her slightly. She didn't like Chen Mo and had never regarded Chen Mo as his fiancé. But when she heard Chen Mo say that she was just his friend, Why is there a slight sense of loss