Looking at the sea of people from afar, a man in black clothes, nearly 1.9 meters tall, was strode forward in the crowd. His black baseball cap was pulled down low, and he was wearing a black mask that covered his face tightly. Only his eyebrows and eyes that were exposed were cold and delicate.
At first glance, this man did not look like a Taoist priest but rather a celebrity who hid his identity and traveled in a low-key manner. Wherever he passed, many girls and women looked at him shyly, and even a few men frequently stole glances at him.
Liu Yu stared at the person who came, but the spiritual treasure on her shoulder suddenly shrank its little shoulders and leaned into her shoulder sockets, covering its face tightly with its little hands, leaving only one eye exposed to steal a glance at the man with a gloomy face.
Liu Yu lowered his head to look at Lingbao's cowering appearance, puzzled. Although Zhuang Moxing looked cold, there was no malice in his eyes. How could the child be so scared?
Zhuang Moxing walked through the crowd and saw Lingbao cowering in the arms of a beautiful and elegant girl with a high ponytail. He quickened his pace with his luggage. He had told Lingbao to follow him closely when they were going down the mountain, but he still lost her. He felt quite helpless.
Meeting Liu Yu's meaningful gaze, Zhuang Moxing stood in front of them with his luggage, half lowered his head, and locked his narrow eyes on Liu Yu, which made Liu Yu's throat tighten and a chill run down his spine.
The man's voice was cold and slightly hoarse: "Thank you, Miss, for helping to take care of Lingbao."
If the man hadn't expressed gratitude in his words, Liu Yu would have found it difficult to tell whether his icy tone was a thank you or a question.
Liu Yu's foxy almond-shaped eyes narrowed into a kind arc, "No, it's just a small favor."
As he spoke, he took the magic treasure out of his arms and handed it to Zhuang Moxing.
Seeing that he couldn't hide any longer, Lingbao lowered his head, stretched out his short hands, and entered Zhuang Moxing's cold and hard embrace.
It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. Lingbao, who rarely experiences the warmth of a woman's embrace, likes Liu Yu's embrace very much.
"Brother, I'm sorry."
Zhuang Moxing took the child in one hand, and a low apology came from his arms. His heart softened a little, but then hardened again.
He had been raising Lingbao since he was little, and it would be a lie to say he didn't love the child given his special physique. But now Lingbao wanted to return to his biological parents, and this mischievous nature was absolutely not an option.
Back then, the master was asked to help raise Lingbao for three years. Now the time has come, and sending Lingbao home is the master's wish before he passed away.
Seeing the tall, cold man holding a child, Liu Yu had a look of blame between his brows and rarely offered help in explaining.
"He's quite well behaved. He asked me to help find you."
Zhuang Moxing glanced at Liu Yu and nodded lightly. With others around, he had to stop no matter how much he blamed her.
Then he seemed to suddenly think of something and looked Liu Yu up and down.
Liu Yu looked at him with a strange look and raised her eyebrows to ask something, but before she could ask, the man's serious voice sounded again, with a hint of guilt?
"You're not hurt, and you didn't lose anything?"
Liu Yu looked at this future big boss with a face full of question marks. Is he cursing someone?
Liu Yu was confused. "I'm currently in good health, free of illness and no disasters. My money is my life."
Zhuang Moxing realized that his words were ambiguous and began to explain.
"The Lingbao has a special physique. Anyone who comes into contact with it will be somewhat...unlucky. My master and I are the only two people in the temple who are unaffected. Miss, you just held the Lingbao, and I am worried that you will be affected by this."
Liu Yu looked at Ling Bao in surprise, his eyes darting around with guilt, and curled his lips to shake his head: "Ling Bao has no effect on me."
As if she could see the surprise hidden beneath the man's calm eyes, she waved her hand and added nonchalantly, "Instead, she's a little lucky star."
The Lingbao in Zhuang Moxing's arms suddenly straightened up in shock, and excitedly hugged Zhuang Moxing's expressionless face through the mask with its little hands, "Brother! Lingbao is a lucky star? A lucky star!"
Zhuang Moxing remained silent, because Lingbao's sparkling little eyes were hard to let down. He had experienced too many complicated things at such a young age, and since childhood, no one except himself and his master was willing to get close to Lingbao.
The ice and snow on Zhuang Moxing's body melted away, and his temperament suddenly became gentle: "Yes, Lingbao is a lucky star."
Just as he finished speaking, a kind-hearted old lady who had just left the train station and squeezed out of the crowded crowd stepped into a puddle with her left foot.
The entire cloth shoe was completely soaked, and fortunately the young man next to her helped her, so she didn't sprain her ankle.
The old lady was puzzled. Isn't it said that S City is very rich? Why is there such a big puddle at the train station?
Inside the station, Liu Yu grabbed the clothes and snatched the bag from Zhuang Moxing's hand, urging him, "There are so many people here, let's talk while we walk."
Seeing that she was in such a hurry, Zhuang Moxing had no time to stop her, so he could only quickly throw a folded talisman into her side pocket.
Regardless of whether the spiritual treasure will affect her or not, she hopes that this can offset the bad luck brought to her by the spiritual treasure.
Liu Yu didn't know that the talisman she had planned to trick with so much effort had already entered her pocket so early.
Zhuang Moxing held the magic treasure, prepared his ID and the written proof of the black sword behind him, and successfully left the station.
Liu Yu strode forward without noticing that he was walking very fast with clothes in one hand and two heavy bags in the other, without any effort at all.
Along the way, she hinted at Zhuang Moxing's route of action, determined to connect with their movements no matter what.
Who knew that she didn't need to plan at all, Zhuang Moxing's destination was actually the alley where her old house was located.
Liu Yu suppressed the joy in her eyes and looked at Zhuang Moxing in surprise: "What a coincidence, I live there too. You guys are unfamiliar with the place, why don't you go together?"
Zhuang Moxing stopped holding the child. He was grateful for what he had received and was always indebted to others, which might become a cause and effect.
Liu Yu turned around and saw through Zhuang Moxing's concerns at a glance. She curled her lips and said, "Taoists are trouble."
She looked up at the packed taxis at the train station square and blurted out, "Taxis are very expensive in S City. It's too expensive for me to take one alone. We're going the same way, so would you mind sharing the ride?"
Zhuang Moxing glanced at the starting price of the taxi on the roadside. It was indeed expensive. In addition, Liu Yu looked at him with eyes full of expectations. He frowned slightly and hesitated, but finally nodded in agreement.
Lingbao, with the "honest quail" in his arms, didn't care about the game between the two adults. His little eyes were attracted by the new things outside the train station.
He looked excitedly at all the things he had never seen before: buildings, big cars, and big roads, all of which were not found in the mountain view!
His little eyes looked around like a scanner, and he spotted an "acquaintance" in the corner.
"Ah! That's the mother-in-law who just helped Lingbao!" Lingbao tugged at the clothes on his senior brother's shoulders, his body tense with excitement. Zhuang Moxing's heart skipped a beat. Someone else had contact with Lingbao?
"Did that mother-in-law also touch Lingbao?" A deep male voice sounded faintly above Lingbao's head.
Zhuang Moxing didn't wait for Lingbao to answer, but turned around to look at the old lady Lingbao was pointing at.
I saw an old woman in her sixties or seventies, sitting hunched over in the rest area, with a pair of dark, cracked bare feet, her shoes and socks wet and hanging on the luggage bag on her right to dry.
Zhuang Moxing pursed his lips tightly under his mask, and the result was obvious.
The excited "lucky star" Lingbao also understood and instantly wilted. Lingbao, Lingbao is still the unlucky one...
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