deadly mantra

Chapter 810 was approached
Qing Yuxuan did not look back, but he knew that her eyes were still chasing behind him, and he was so happy and excited that he had never felt before. He couldn't help but listen to the footsteps, and turned around and shouted: "What are you doing, Moji, let's go!"

With a defeated expression on her face, Ji Fanyin chased after him, pretending to hit him:

"How dare you accuse me of being a bitch?! I'm looking for a beating!"

Qing Yuxuan easily dodged her fist and laughed so hard that his abdominal muscles ached:

"Are you surprised? Are you surprised? This time, I was not fooled by you."

Ji Fanyin looked at him as if he saw a ghost:
"No surprise! No surprise! Totally frightening! Frightening!"

Qing Yuxuan laughed even louder.

Joy begets sorrow.

The freezing cold wind instantly poured into Qing Yuxuan's mouth.

He coughed and said:

"It doesn't matter if you were scared or not, you didn't scare me this time~ Humph."

frontage.

On the once prosperous Jiangjun Street, there are now only a dozen stores still in business, and the rest have moved to other places to make a living over the years.

Cang Lie rolled his eyes twice, looked inexplicably silent for a while, and then spoke:
"Master Shui, why don't you find another inn?"

The door plaque of the inn in front of me was covered with a layer of spider webs. The door was ajar, and no waiter came out to greet me.

Shui Qingchen pushed the door open and walked in, saying softly:

"I think it's fine here."

Cang Lie had no choice but to follow in, thinking about how to persuade Shui Qingchen to change to an inn with better conditions.

As soon as he entered and saw the empty lobby, Cang Lie's thick eyebrows immediately knotted.

He looked around and tried to find some advantages to convince himself - the inn had two floors, and the lobby on the first floor was spacious and clean, and did not smell moldy or damp as expected.

However, letting the little master stay here, even for just one night, is too... unfair.

Cang Lie opened his mouth and was about to suggest leaving when he saw Shui Qingchen walking straight towards the small round door leading to the backyard.As soon as he entered, the scene in front of him immediately lit up Cang Lie's eyes.

What an elegant and unique courtyard!

A proudly erect green pine was planted beside the south wall, and a flaming red plum blossom was planted in the center of the courtyard.Under the plum tree, there is a large rosewood marble case, with a few carefully pruned red plums inserted diagonally in a blue vase.On the corridor of the east wing, several pots of eye-catching rare clivias are in bloom, which instantly enhances the style of the entire inn.

Obviously, someone came here in advance to "clean up" it.

Cang Lie looked at Shui Qingchen again and couldn't help but feel a little more admiration: the young master could spend a lot of money to buy the most luxurious inn, but Mr. Shui transformed the simplest place into an elegance that couldn't be built with gold.In comparison, the little master's approach is... vulgar.

However, it’s just a one-night stay, wouldn’t that be a bit much?

Shui Qingchen didn't notice Cang Lie's mood change. He walked into the east wing and walked around. When he came out, he finally showed a satisfied look on his face.

The ghost slave did well this time.

"Cang Lie, please move the things in the carriage in." Shui Qingchen said.

Cang Lie stepped forward and asked the question in his heart:

"Mr. Shui, do you plan to stay here for a few more days, young master?"

Shui Qingchen had a slight smile on his lips, shook his head gently, and said as he walked:

"The first snowfall in Duxue City this year is more than half a month earlier than in previous years. Although the snow-capped world is beautiful to look at, Xiaoyin may not like it here because of the cold wind."

Not long ago, the lobby was still cold and empty. After a while, the room was filled with warmth. Dishes were placed on the table. A stove was set up beside the table. The charcoal fire burning in the stove crackled. The iron sand pot exhaled wisps of white smoke.

Cang Lie subconsciously looked around, but still didn't see anyone, but he thought it was Shui Qingchen, so he lowered his guard, walked out of the inn door, and started to move things in the carriage.

Shui Qingchen walked to the table, picked up the hand warmer on the table, held it in his hands and tried to warm it. He felt that the temperature was just right. He turned around and left the inn. The tall figure stood in the corridor, his clothes fluttering, looking elegant and elegant.

This pleasing scene made passers-by turn around frequently. With such appearance and charm, has this noble and noble figure like an immortal... ever been married?
Gu Xue has lived on this street for 25 years, and this was the first time she met someone who made her blush and her heart beat.

She lowered her head, smoothed the raised corners of her clothes, and strode over:
"My name is Gu Xue, what do you call me sir?"

(End of this chapter)