In the back room, Luo Qingjiu dug out a few brushes from under the bed, twisted the tail of the pen, stroked the body of the pen, and found a bulge. A flash of silver light flashed, and the brush instantly turned into a short blade.
Luo Qingjiu walked to the table with the short blade in hand, and touched the pen body lightly with her finger again. The short blade pierced the table like a long sword, and then her fingers fluctuated and stabbed out several times in a row, leaving three deep marks on the table.
imprint.
Luo Qingjiu looked at the three depressions on the table with a look of satisfaction in her eyes.
Then he flipped his fingers, retracted the short blade, put a few brushes into his sleeves, and walked out of the house.
It was just after noon, the sky was blue and the sun was shining brightly.
A smile appeared on Luo Qingjiu's lips, and she walked out.
Luo's mother was in the yard doing her newly learned tricks. Seeing Luo Qingjiu looking like she was about to go out, she asked a little strangely, "Xiaojiu, where are you going?"
"Mom, I'm going out for a trip. It's hard to avoid feeling bored after staying at home all day. I want to go out for a walk." Luo Qingjiu smiled with her lips curved, with a relaxed and natural look on her face.
Seeing this, Luo Mu nodded, "That's right. Your body has recovered. It would be good to go for a walk."
"A Yue will be back soon. Why don't you go pick her up? If it weren't for Yue'er, you wouldn't have recovered so quickly."
Luo's mother once again lamented her original decision and how right it was to marry Shen Yue into the family.
Luo Qingjiu chuckled lightly, and when she talked about Shen Yue, the tenderness in her eyes seemed to overflow, "Okay, then I will pick up A Yue."
Although the two gangsters seemed to be attracted by Ah Yue, he could clearly see the totem on the back of Ah Hu's neck.
Lu also disappeared after this incident. The matter was not as simple as it seemed. A Yue must have been taken advantage of...
Luo Qingjiu's eyes darkened, and Luo's mother looked at his dazed expression as if she had remembered something, then turned around and entered the house.
After a while, she came out with a small handkerchief, "Xiaojiu, are you out of money? Mom, I have it, take it and pick up Ayue, and come back to buy some delicious food for Ayue."
Luo Qingjiu couldn't help but smile when she heard this, "Mom, I still have some left over from my previous work."
Besides, A-Yue kept all the money for him, and A-Yue is working hard for this family.
Then he must work hard to make money and fill up her money jar...
Luo's mother noticed Luo Qingjiu's unabashed love, and shook her head helplessly, but still gave him the money and stuffed it into her arms, "Okay, go quickly, remember to come back for dinner later."
"I understand." Luo Qingjiu said and walked outside.
…
Luo Qingjiu did not go for a ride, but walked down the village road.
At the last corner of the village road, he deviated from the original route. The faint smile that always appeared on his face was replaced by a kind of darkness, as if he was a completely different person, which made people feel
strangeness.
The shop in front of him was as gloomy as his face. It was completely dark, without any decoration, and looked very old. A gust of wind blew by, bringing a heavy dampness. There was a black cloth placed at the door, blocking the shop's plaque.
No one knows where this place is?
Luo Qingjiu stepped up the steps and knocked on the dark door rhythmically.
The person who opened the door was dressed in black and had a mask on his face. He looked straight ahead with a pair of sharp, cold eyes. After seeing Luo Qingjiu, he did not speak and just stared at him, as if he wanted to see through him.
The expression on Luo Qingjiu's face remained unchanged as she looked at him pointlessly, her eyes filled with indifference.
The atmosphere became silent for a while, and you could hear a needle drop.
After a while, the man in black asked in a hoarse voice, "Who are you? Why are you here?"
"Wu Ming, I heard that there are good things here, so come and give it a try." Luo Qingjiu's face remained unchanged and her tone was calm.
The man in black narrowed his eyes and looked Luo Qingjiu up and down. The man in front of him looked like a frail scholar. How could he have what they needed?
"Hmph." The man in black snorted coldly, "Do you know where we are? A weak scholar like you should go back to school early to study."
Luo Qingjiu's expression darkened, and then a faint smile appeared on her face. The smile was as gentle as jade, but it made people feel inexplicably chilly.
"Of course I came here because I knew about it. The dignified and dark pavilion actually looks at people but not things. Tsk, this is dangerous."
"You are so brave! You dare to curse us!"
The man in black strode forward and caught a glimpse of silver light from the corner of his eye. The mask on his face fell off, revealing a terrifying face with scars deep enough to the bone.
The man in black was obviously stunned. He immediately knelt down, picked up the mask and put it on his face.
"you..."
"Huh?" Luo Qingjiu looked at him with a harmless look on her face. The smile on her lips was so bright, but it made people feel a chill running from the soles of their feet to their head.
The man in black felt a sense of fear in his heart and took a few steps back. Suddenly, he was blocked by a strong hand behind him.
The man in black quickly bowed and saluted.
An old voice sounded, "Li Zhong, why don't you invite people in and why are you waiting at the door? Have you completely forgotten the etiquette I taught you?!"
The man in black trembled, and quickly opened the door and invited people in.
Luo Qingjiu glanced at the dark door, nodded slightly, and walked over.
One step, two steps, three steps...
On the fourth step, her feet felt soft. Luo Qingjiu quickly retracted her feet. On one side of her body, a spear shot straight up from the ground and lifted up a corner of her clothes.
If he hadn't dodged in time, he might have been strung up directly...
"Your Majesty, your way of entertaining people is really unique..."
Li Zhong's expression did not change, he took him to a door and bowed respectfully inside, "Pavilion Master, there is a man who said he was bringing good things, and my subordinates were bold and let him in."
The door opened at this time, and what came into view were two men dressed in black, with black masks on their faces, so their faces could not be seen clearly.
Luo Qingjiu secretly thought to herself that she really was a member of the Ange, and her actions and actions looked very dark and oppressive.
"Who?"
A pair of eagle-like eyes full of pressure met Luo Qingjiu's. Unexpectedly, Luo Qingjiu not only remained calm, but also nodded slightly at him as a greeting.
The person called the Pavilion Master was obviously taken aback, and then he smiled heartily.
"Invite this young master in. My subordinates were not sensible just now. I hope you don't take it personally." The man made an "invite" gesture towards Luo Qingjiu, and then led the way in front of him.
In this way, the two of them came to a study room. There were countless people in black clothes along the way. They were all dressed in the same way and had the same expression. They were like puppets without any emotion other than being cold.
Luo Qingjiu followed the pavilion master and followed his footsteps to the study room in front of him. There were countless ancient books and volumes inside, but without exception they were all black.
"Come, let's sit down and talk." At this time, the master of the pavilion looked like he was easy to talk to.
He waved casually in the air, and soon someone came in with tea. After pouring the tea, he left quietly.
Luo Qingjiu's hand tightened as she held the cup, her expression unchanged.
He has no inner strength, and he cannot detect the whereabouts of these people at all...
The master of the pavilion took in all his little moves, and soon there was a smile in his eyes, "I wonder if the young master has come here specially today, what good things can he show me?"
The meaning in his tone was unclear, like curiosity, but also indifference.
Luo Qingjiu didn't care, and casually took out the brush from his sleeve and spread it on the table.