"Shopkeeper, have you ever done anything that you regret?"

One day, Feng Qing was telling Chu Xiaobai a story, and he didn't know which part he was talking about when Chu Xiaobai suddenly asked this question.

Feng Qing's hand that was touching Xiaobai's head paused slightly.

There were many things that he regretted, but it seemed that Xiaobai, a child like him, would not understand them.

"Why do you ask this question all of a sudden?" Feng Qing paused, "Xiaohua doesn't want to play with you anymore?"

"No." Chu Zhengtai waved his hand, indicating that the shopkeeper should stop talking nonsense. Before he finished his next sentence, he was hit on the head by the shopkeeper's head, "Then don't think about these messy things, go to bed quickly, you have to go to school tomorrow." The

worried mother Feng sighed, covered the quilt for the little kid without complaint, then turned off the light and prepared to go back to bed.

When she closed the door, the light from outside happened to shine on the exercise book full of words on the table.

In addition to a densely packed fly-head small regular script written with a brush, there is another handwriting written with a carbon pen on those exercise books.

Although the handwriting looks like flying dragons and dancing phoenixes, and has some dog-crawling charm, it seems to have been practiced if you look closely.

And the last two characters "Feng Qing" are written very neatly, which is completely different from the other characters, and even has a bit of delicate meaning.

...

A restaurant that looks ordinary on the surface stands ordinary on the corner of the street.

It seems that everyone can push open the door and come in, and then ask the drowsy store manager for a cup of hot tea.

But if you carry a trace of murderous aura, or even just a little blood on your clothes, when you enter this restaurant again, everything will be different.

This is the base of Huacilou in the underworld, but it is not the only base.

Ever since the shopkeeper hinted that day, Anhuo Shaxi has been looking for the guy hiding in the dark for several days.

In the past few days, Huacilou has made the whole underworld restless.

And what they want to find is also very simple.

It's just a nail buried in their body.

Anhuo Shaxi looks very decadent.

She thought that after the shopkeeper's reminder, she could easily find the man, but who would have thought that this guy hid so deeply that she couldn't find any trace of him.

An Huoshaxi was a little frustrated and scratched her head. She felt embarrassed that she couldn't find the answer to such a simple question.

This made some actions that Hua Ci Lou was carrying out recently postponed for a while. An Huoshaxi flipped through the storybook in her hand. The storybook was some interesting things that Hua Ci Lou had collected recently.

In the past, she would calm down and take a good look at it, but now she just regards it as a kind of entertainment.

"Speaking of which, some people in this book look really miserable." An Huoshaxi was reading and suddenly made an unconscious sigh.

The reason for this unconscious sigh was because she was reading the plot of a certain ugly character in this story.

This ugly character has always been regarded as a friend of the protagonist Qu Wanyuan. The two have a good relationship and can almost be regarded as good friends who have grown up together. However, what no one knows is that this ugly character has always been very jealous of Qu Wanyuan.

Therefore, he would rather lie in ambush and be a spy who delivers intelligence to the enemy sect, and want to put his best friend to death.

Spy...

When An Huoshaxi saw this word, she covered her head with a headache again.

When she saw this word recently, she felt a pain in her head. If Feng Qing knew about An Huo Shaxi's situation, she would kindly explain that this is called PTSD.

Then what? What happened to this friend? An Huo Shaxi took another look.

It's strange to say that this book does not mention what the final fate of this friend was.

Logically speaking, given the importance of this person, a storybook should at least mention it, and he would not disappear so silently.

This may be a little wrong.

When An Huo Shaxi was struggling, suddenly someone brought a cup of hot tea and gently placed it next to her.

The faint fragrance of tea filled the air.

She turned her head and saw a familiar person.

Actually, there are very few people who can enter her room, but the person in front of her is one of them.

"Have some tea." The man between a man and a boy carefully placed the tea on her table, then looked at her with a warm but slightly uneasy smile.

His smile was like a very rare thing in the eyes of An Huo Sha Xi, who had lived in Ji You Sect since childhood.

It was probably like the rain in the desert.

The reason why she suddenly had the idea to ask the shopkeeper for the small card was simply because the various atmospheres in this place in the Central Plains were somewhat incompatible with Ji You Sect.

They have happy smiles on their faces every day, and they constantly radiate their own aura called "friendliness" to the people around them, but for An Huo Shaxi, this atmosphere is too different from the place where she grew up.

In comparison, this place that most people in the Central Plains hate is quite in line with An Huo Shaxi's preferences. However

, in this dark place like the Jiyou Sect that never sees the sun all day, a boy who looks like those people outside actually appeared.

An Huo Shaxi felt that this feeling was very strange, but it seemed to be reasonable, just like even in the Jiyou Sect that is dark all day long without seeing the sun, there will occasionally be a ray of moonlight shining through the cracks in the cave.

Even An Huo Sha Xi would stop and look at the moonlight quietly when she saw it occasionally. In her heart, the moonlight was always a gentle thing, like water.

At this time, the moonlight outside also sprinkled in from the window.

An Huo Sha Xi looked at the boy in front of her, and for some reason she suddenly wanted to talk to him.

"By the way, have you heard of this storybook?"

Bai Ming looked down at the book in the host's hand, as if he had just recognized it, and nodded, "I have heard of it."

"Then you should also know that Qu Wanyuan here has a friend who is a spy, right?" An Huoshaxi threw her doubts to the boy, "Why is there no story about this friend in this storybook?"

After asking this question, she felt it was ridiculous that she herself couldn't figure out something, but she actually threw it to a child.

Although it is said that the brain circuits of children these days are indeed weird, for example, the little brat in the inn, although young, knows a lot of things.

"Forget it, if you can't figure it out, don't think about it. I'm just bored in the middle of the night, so I asked..." Before An Huoshaxi finished her question, she suddenly heard the boy next to her say, "Maybe it's because he is dead."

"Ah?"

An Huoshaxi didn't hear clearly at first and was stunned for a moment.

"With his identity, he probably won't be able to survive once he's exposed, so naturally the only way out is death."

"There are things in this world that can't be turned back once they're done."

The boy who looked like moonlight just looked at An Huo Sha Xi.

He looked very calm, as if he was talking about something very simple.

An Huo Sha Xi felt like she was stunned for a moment, but slowly, a smile suddenly appeared on her face, as if she had discovered something interesting.

The words of the boy in front of her were a little different from his appearance.

However, An Huo Sha Xi didn't find it annoying, but became more interested.

Just like Li Xiao Qi who found a pompom.

"I've been missing someone recently, are you interested in going out with me for a few days at night?" An Huo Sha Xi asked.

"Huh?" The boy, who had been calm just now, suddenly widened his eyes and looked at Anhu Saki in shock, as if he had heard something incredible.

...

"So, in order for old novels to sell, there must be a vicious female supporting role?"

Feng Qing couldn't help but complain when she was talking to her friend about the missing romance novel.

This was because the two of them were chatting and they reviewed the plot of the book.

She remembered that there was a standard vicious female supporting role in the novel, who was the cousin of the heroine. On the surface, she was on good terms with the heroine, but secretly did all kinds of things to her, and then sold the news about the heroine to others.

Of course, there is no justice or injustice in such a stereotyped role. If it were not so stereotyped, Feng Qing might be interested in analyzing the psychology of this female supporting role.

When she was happily chatting with her friend, she heard the sound of a door opening downstairs. When she turned on the surveillance, she saw An Huo Sha Xi happily entering the room with the little boy who had been running to the inn recently.

"Tsk, spring is here." Feng Qing only took a look, shook her head, and turned her head away. Her friend heard her sigh and said jokingly, "Why, are you feeling a little bit amorous?"

"No! What a joke." Feng Qing said, "I just suddenly feel that my cabbage is going to be taken away."

But there is nothing he can do even if it is taken away. Feng Qing is not the kind of person who does not know how to adapt to local customs.

The girls around her, like An Huoshaxi, are getting married or having babies. Feng Qing will not let the girls have babies so early, but it is not a problem to have a love relationship.

She was originally worried that An Huoshaxi would be excluded by the people here because of her appearance.

The boy who looked particularly calm was about to follow An Huoshaxi back to the house to get the documents when he saw the shopkeeper sticking his head out from upstairs and looking in their direction.

She looked at them and smiled softly.

"It's great to be young."

Bai Ming raised her head and looked at the shopkeeper. It seemed that she just said this casually.

However, her eyes were staring at her, as if she wanted to cut him open.

Bai Ming did not say anything, nor did she say anything to the previous host.

"What do you mean by young?" An Huoshaxi looked up blankly, looking at the shopkeeper upstairs, listening to this inexplicable sigh from her mouth.

The shopkeeper rarely said such words of reminiscence as she did today.

What on earth had just triggered the shopkeeper's past memories?