The eyes under Jing Che's mask were darkened, and some unwilling emotions were hidden, and then they replaced them with their usual coldness and sarcasm.
She looked at Baili Fengjian, curled her lips and smiled, and was inexplicably like a demon. Then she stepped forward two steps, and was just a face-to-face distance between Baili Fengjian. She stretched out her hand and put it on Baili Fengjian's shoulder, pressed against his flawless ear and said, "Since that's the case, I'll take a step first. You can find her according to your own methods. These eight desolate vast areas can always be found in more than a hundred thousand years."
Jing Che chuckled, his hand slowly slid down his shoulders, pausing a little in his chest. Then he turned proudly, no longer looked at him, and headed towards the door of the teahouse. Seeing her going out in such a swagger, the yamen guarding him immediately stopped him: "Stop, no one is allowed to leave until the murder case is solved, otherwise he will be punished according to the crime!"
Hearing this, Jing Che was quite funny, his eyes gradually became cold, and he asked, "According to the crime? What is the crime?"
Then he laughed a few times, pinched the magic tricks, and disappeared out of thin air in front of the yamen runner.
Originally, the yamen runner was a little scared when he looked at the mask on her face. But one was broad daylight at this time, and the other was a man in the government. The third was his colleagues all over his place, so there shouldn't be any big mistakes. But who would have thought that this strange woman wearing a mask was really gone in front of him like air!
The yamen runner's eyes were wide open, his mouth grew bigger but he couldn't make a sound. He took two steps back and looked carefully at the land three steps in front of him, but he could not find the figure of the man just now.
This small storm disappeared in an instant. Jing Che's disappearance out of thin air, except for scaring an insignificant person and adding a bit of inexplicable strangeness to the teahouse where the murder case was caused, there was no storm.
Baili Fengjian stood in his original place with cold eyes, watching everything that was happening in front of him, without saying a word.
But when he looked at Hongyi's back and heard her words, he saw her bodywork and felt a little painful in his mind, and another figure that looked quite similar to his spirit appeared.
A clever smile is sweet, but it is also somewhat unruly.
For a moment, he wanted to go up and pull her wrist. But in the end, he gave up.
Anger was anger, but he was even more annoyed that he didn't see her tricks. He was used to being self-conceited and could not believe that he was teased by Hongyi again and again.
I lost the interest in chasing and was unwilling to get entangled.
Shaking his head, turning around and looking at the chaos of soldiers in the teahouse, Baili Fengjian suddenly realized that the so-called big things in this world are nothing more than this. Although it is not painful or itchy in his eyes, it is still different from others.
He frowned slightly, and extended to the middle along the sword eyebrows that flew straight into his temples, forming a delicate and subtle character "Chuan" at the center of his eyebrows. He was already extremely beautiful, and his exiled temperament was even more unrecognizable, and there was a sense of pressure that seemed to be there. So as soon as he entered the teahouse, many people looked at him secretly.
Even if he did not make the repression unhappy later, the yamen runner just held it up and did not speak out to confront him.
The person from Baili Fengjian is the one who is said by the world that you can tell at a glance that it is unfathomable.
I stood here for a long time and saw that this matter in the teahouse was not over yet. After pondering for a while, I sat back on the table, picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea. The water in the pot was still warm, and the tea cup sitting opposite was still half full, but the owner of the cup had long been unknown where it had gone. If she followed her mysterious method, I am afraid that unless she appeared, most people would definitely not find her.
Baili Fengjian picked up the white porcelain teacup and placed it on his lips to take a sip. He usually lives with wine, but does not heytea. So the slight bitterness made him lose his second sip.
Being in the noisy, Baili Fengjian was quite helpless. If he had not heard her and entered this teahouse, he would have probably gone somewhere else long ago.
Why did you come here...
Baili Fengjian suddenly recalled what Hongyi had said just now, and she said, "If I say, I will bring you here because I heard that there are people here and know what you are looking for... Do you believe it?"
Do you believe it or not?
Believe it or not?
If she had followed her words, she knew the whereabouts of the person he was looking for. Although both the dead storyteller and the female owner of the escaped teahouse were the most common people in the world, according to the Hongyi's temperament, she probably wouldn't lie to him.
Thinking of this, he put the white porcelain teacup back on the table and watched the entire process of the government handling the case. If the government could find the female owner of the teahouse, then he would definitely have a way to ask what he wanted to know, provided that the boss was the person Hongyi mentioned just now.
If the female boss didn't know, the clue he was looking for was Mr. Storyteller.
Thinking of this, the word "chuan" on Baili Fengjian's eyebrows gradually deepened, and I always felt that this matter did not seem to be as smooth as I thought.
After a long time, he sighed slightly. He habitually reached out and touched the object in his arms, and then his face changed drastically!
The last ** divine seal he had always carried with him, no, see,
Baili Fengjian's face turned from yin to cold, and the spirit in his eyes was clearly extinguished.
If you want to take away the ** God Seal, you must get close to him first.
If he is close to him, then there will be only...Red clothes!
Baili Fengjian wanted to come here, lifted his neck and stood up. He no longer cared about the affairs in the teahouse and went out the door.
This search for people is small, but the matter of the **Shen Seal is huge. No matter what, he has to find a way to get the red clothes back. Moreover, he intuitively felt that the red clothes should be not far from him.
He was still four or five feet away from the entrance of the teahouse, so he was stopped by the yamen runners. The words of stopping the door and not wanting to let someone go out were still as before, without any change. Originally, he was in the teahouse, and the yamen runners were paid a little more attention by the yamen runners who had been displeased before. Now this man took the initiative to commit crimes, and the yamen runners heard the shouts of the people who blocked them and surrounded them all.
"You should wait patiently in this teahouse for a while. If the case cannot be solved, then everyone present will still be suspicious. Please."
The speaker was a little unhappy in his words, but when he met Baili Fengjian's eyes, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous, not knowing the reason.
Baili Fengjian was silent for a while and did not speak. Then he raised his eyes and said coldly, "No one can stop me from where I want to go. Go and investigate the case well. You can't control some things."
Hearing this, the yamen runners became angry and embarrassed.
Baili Fengjian raised his foot and then walked out of the teahouse. The yamen runners winked, and the people around him gathered their momentum and greeted him with weapons.
His steps were still as even as usual, and Baili Feng lowered his eyes without any movement.
But the sword in the yamen runner's hand seemed to be crazy, and at the moment he touched his body, he turned to the side.
When the teahouse was facing each other, there was a man sitting in the wind on the roof of the inn.
Jing Che's mask was ferocious, but his eyes were as clear as the moon. She leaned on the eaves, holding the ** divine seal in her hand. Seeing Baili Fengjian's body slowly stepping out at the entrance of the teahouse, she curled her lips slightly.