No words were spoken that night.
Zhao Changhe was half practicing his skills and half paying attention to his surroundings, and he was not in a state of meditation.
I wonder how Miss Winged Fire Snake is sleeping in the cave...
God knows that Suzaku didn't practice or sleep, and his mind was full of thoughts about how to dig out more insights from him and what price to pay for it. The last thing he thought about was how to kill this vest in a better way...
I don't know whether it was because Zhao Changhe's anti-tracking methods worked, or because Wang Daozhong and the assassins from Tingxue Tower were beaten back and the second wave of assassinations had not yet been fully launched, but in any case, this night was really peaceful. At dawn, Zhao Changhe opened his eyes under the tree, and the first thing he saw was the young lady coming out of the cave. The way she bent down was like mountains and waves, so beautiful.
This figure is really hot.
Zhuque had no idea what he was looking at. Seeing that he happened to open his eyes, he subconsciously gave him a charming smile: "Morning, good brother~"
After shouting, I almost slapped myself in the face. At the same time, I realized how stupid that charming smile was. It was impossible to see it because of the mask. Who was she smiling at
Zhao Changhe was amused by the shouting and untied the reins of Wuzhui: "Come on, I'll take you to buy a mask."
Wu Zhui: “…”
Zhuque got on the horse naturally: "I always feel that you didn't spend enough time in Jianhu City before, so you deliberately left the shopping there this time."
"Ha... Although this is not the reason, how do you know this? Does everyone in the Four Symbols Sect know the inside information?"
"No." Zhuque stiffened his neck and said, "I just happened to hear it. I was doing something nearby at the time."
"It turns out that Little Snake and I have a connection for a long time..."
"Who is destined to be with you? Get lost!"
Wuzhui spread out his four hooves and galloped away, unable to listen any longer.
Zhao Changhe left Jianhu City the day after the Beginning of Summer and headed south to Yangzhou. Now that the Beginning of Autumn has just passed, he has been away for exactly a quarter.
He had advanced from the fourth level to the sixth level, and he had just broken through the sixth level not long ago, so the seventh level was still a long way off. This speed was visibly twice as slow as the initial speed, and who knew how much slower it would be after this...
The city has not changed much, it is still bustling and charming. Only the lakeside in the distance has begun to turn a little golden from the lush green.
Not far into the city, the familiar Wanhua Tower is still there, but Tang Wanzhuang is no longer inside.
Even Wu Weiyang seemed to be by Tang Buqi's side now.
Turning two streets, it was the inn where he and Han Wubing had lived together. It was also here on the beginning of summer. Zhao Changhe entered the inn with a nostalgic look on his face and shouted, "Shopkeeper..."
"Hey, sir, is that you?" The shopkeeper actually recognized him. "The courtyard you stayed in happens to be empty. Do you want that one?"
Zhao Changhe was a little surprised: "You still remember me after such a long time?"
"Well, with your terrifying knife, your majestic horse, and your handsome scar, it's hard to forget them, right?" The shopkeeper smiled and squinted his eyes: "You are Zhao Changhe, the Thirteenth Hidden Dragon, right?"
"No, no, I dress like him. It's fashionable." Zhao Changhe said without saying anything more. He smiled and said, "That's the one. Help me feed my horse."
“Okay…” The shopkeeper didn’t care whether he was the real Zhao Changhe or not. He glanced at the snake-faced woman standing quietly beside him. His heart skipped a beat and he thought it was weird.
Most people would be horrified when seeing such an evil snake face. You can tell at first glance that it is not a good person...
Zhao Changhe knew what she was thinking, and he pulled Zhuque's hand to run away, but he pulled nothing. Zhuque smiled and said, "Don't create a sense of urgency here, and take the opportunity to hold hands or something. When I was traveling around the world, your hair was barely grown."
Zhao Changhe didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I haven't thought about it that way."
"So you just casually hold a woman's hand? How skilled is that?"
"Okay, okay." Zhao Changhe thought secretly that this girl was a real witch. Even though she called you brother sweetly than anyone else, she was actually very distant in her heart and would not give you any chance at all.
Because he had visited the weapons shop before, Zhao Changhe was quite familiar with these two streets. He quickly turned into a small shop and said with a smile, "Sure enough, I remembered it right. This is where they sell these small sundries."
Zhuque followed in, looked around, and saw that there were indeed quite a few masks hanging on the wall.
The masks of her Four Symbols Religion highlight "divinity", and most of them make people feel fierce or weird, while the masks here are all played by little girls or children, each one is cuter and more beautiful than the other.
Zhuque's eyes fell on a little fox mask, thinking that this one at least looked a little bit more demonic. But then he heard Zhao Changhe say, "Shopkeeper, give me that one... Yes, the one on your right, take two!"
Zhuque watched helplessly as the boss handed over two pig heads. Zhao Changhe took them and laughed foolishly, rolling over and over with his mouth wide open.
Zhuque was speechless: "Are you kidding me? How can I meet people wearing this mask?"
"Hey, you're looking for a mask that's completely different from your style, that won't remind people of your sect. Of course, the cuter the better." "That can't be a pig!"
"Why not?" Zhao Changhe said: "Look, even you yourself can't imagine that you would be a pig..."
Suzaku: “?”
"Oh, I mean, if you can't imagine yourself choosing a mask like this, then no one in the world would guess it if they saw it, right?"
Suzaku thought that made sense... and then rejected him: "No."
"Where did this stinky tsundere come from?" Zhao Changhe ignored her and put one on himself, smiling and leaning towards her face: "Lululu~"
Suzaku finally couldn't hold back his laughter.
This pig is so cute!
Zhao Changhe took the opportunity to stuff the other pig face into her hand without further ado: "That's it, it's not a big deal, why bother? I'm going to Jianhu Lake, let's sort out the important things, okay?"
Zhuque might not have been scolded as much as he had in the past ten years. He was really at a loss whether to laugh or cry, but he held the pig face in his hand and did not lose it after all.
He just held his hands behind his back, as if it would be embarrassing to be seen.
Zhao Changhe looked around and whispered, "Your snake face has always attracted attention. The sooner you change it, the better. Go into the alley and change it right away and be done with it."
Zhuque asked, "Are you sure that people are paying attention to me, the snake, or you, the pig?"
"Uh, maybe it's me, the pig... No." Zhao Changhe turned around and clenched his fist: "You deserve a beating, don't you?"
"You can't beat me again!" Zhuque smiled and flashed, but actually went into the alley at the back.
Zhao Changhe took a step forward, blocking the entrance of the alley, and turned his back to the alley.
What a tacit understanding.
Suzaku took a peek at his back, quickly took off his snake face and put it on the piglet.
This is a soft mask, which is quite comfortable to wear. It is not as scratchy as the inferior small products I imagined. It makes me feel a little better for being forced to wear a pig face.
Putting the Winged Fire Snake Mask back into his arms, he looked up to see that Zhao Changhe was still standing with his back to him, motionless. Zhuque suddenly remembered that day in Taiyi Sect when he stood in front of Wang Daozhong, with cold sweat on his back, but he was as still as a mountain.
Why are you thinking about this? Wang Daozhong has been beaten by me twice.
I'll beat you up next time we meet.
Little did he know that at this moment Zhao Changhe's eyes were filled with amazement.
The moment the snake face was taken off and replaced by the piglet, he saw the true appearance of the Winged Fire Snake lady.
Willow-like eyebrows, eyes like bright stars, face as white as powder, lips as red as painted, it is a very common description, but it is the most standard description of this kind of woman by Chinese literati, because this is not a gangster at all, but a very standard classical beauty... Clearly a lady from a noble family, and people would probably believe it if someone said this was Tang Wanzhuang's sister.
Her true identity must be extraordinary.
The glance she gave me before putting on the mask was playful, but it couldn't dilute her mature charm and... her fierce look. It was completely subconscious. Zhao Changhe was sure that if she had found out that you dared to turn around, she would have killed you immediately.
One glance makes it clear that she is a true murderer of the evil cult, not Tang Wanzhuang or Yue Hongling.
But... still so beautiful.
It was so beautiful that I only regretted that the pig's head was covered too quickly, so I didn't get to see it for a second.
"Hey, let's go. What are you still standing here like a wooden stake for?" A pig's head popped out from the side.
Zhao Changhe turned to look at her, and the two pigs looked at each other.
The atmosphere was quiet for a moment, and then they both laughed out loud at the same time.
Suzaku's mood inexplicably became good, and he felt that this pig face did have some merits.
So, Youyouran swayed past him and squeezed out of the alley: "Let's go and see Jian Lake. It should be very beautiful after the beginning of autumn."
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PS: It’s the first day of April, please give me a guaranteed monthly ticket~
(End of this chapter)