Chapter 57

"In fact, I didn't intend to leave without saying goodbye," Qi Yan put his hands on his knees, with a standard attitude of admitting his mistake. "It was too late at that time. I planned to call you after the morning. I didn't know what they asked and couldn't contact the outside world."

"Yes, Mr. Cen," said Zhao Zhicheng, sitting in the co pilot's seat and becoming a pot back man, "because this is a major event involving hundreds of thousands of people, please don't contact the outside world for the time being." thinking of Cen Baihe's identity, Zhao Zhicheng added, "If you really have something important to deal with urgently, you can use our internal communication equipment to contact the outside world."

CEN Baihe nodded and had no objection to the arrangement of the special group.

When Qi Yan and Cen Baihe returned to the villa, several idle masters were showing Feng Shui to the villa, and even someone personally moved the furnishings of the villa. Taoist Shen and Taoist Xu had differences in the placement of the fish tank. In the final analysis, they talked about architecture from the Tao Te Ching, but no one could convince anyone. They were quite angry The grumpy Taoist priest Shen almost patted the table and started with Taoist priest Xu.

Fortunately, another gentle master Zhao stopped in the middle. Taoist Shen was not too angry and lifted the table.

Most of the so-called masters are unattainable, but they are made up by people who don't know their lovers. Everyone is born with different temper and character. Even masters have their own style and temperament. How can everyone be immortal, cold and dust-free?

However, although this is true, Gao ronghua, who had fantasies about foreign experts since childhood, still had a feeling of broken fantasies. This feeling didn't slow down until Qi Yan and Cen Baihe came back.

With Cen Baihe, a stranger, joining in, the masters finally showed some restraint. But soon Gao ronghua had another headache, that is, the room was not enough. They specially invited Mr. Cen to come and couldn't let him live alone in another place?

"Why don't Bai He squeeze with me tonight?" Qi Yan looked at Cen Bai He. "Will it affect your sleep if you sleep with others?"

"OK," said Cen Baihe, "I'll sleep with you tonight."

"That's OK," Qi Yan nodded and said to Zhao Zhicheng, "please arrange the residence of Mr. Cen's bodyguard."

Zhao Zhicheng responded repeatedly. In his opinion, it would be safer for Mr. Cen to live with master Qi.

"That's it. It's getting late. I'll take Bai He upstairs to sleep. Good night, masters." Qi Yan handed a note to Zhao Zhicheng. "These are some things that Jiuding heaven and earth array needs. You find them as soon as possible."

Zhao Zhicheng took the list and looked at it. It was not difficult to find anything. Even if he promised, "please rest assured, master Qi, we will get everything ready as soon as possible."

Qi Yan told him to prepare things. He was reassured. If he didn't do anything, he wouldn't be at ease.

CEN Baihe followed Qi Yan back to the room and took his robe to take a bath. After taking a bath, he found Qi Yan had pasted Rune paper on the window and the wall. Near the window, there was a copper tripod as big as a child's palm.

"This is..."

"I'm afraid it's not safe here," Qi Yan slapped a piece of Rune paper at the bottom of the bed, clapped his hands and stood up. "At this juncture, be careful."

"It's very serious?" Cen Baihe realized that this time it was different from Qian Qian's previous situation. "Where has it developed?"

"Someone calculated the lives of our warlocks with the lives of hundreds of thousands of people," Qi Yan shook open a quilt. "How do you calculate this account?"

Shaking open the two fluffy and soft quilts, Qi Yan shrunk into the quilts and patted the spare places around him. "You should also be tired. Even if you want to talk and chat, lie down again." people live a lifetime, don't sit when they can lie down, and it's best not to stand when they can sit, otherwise it's a harsh treatment to themselves.

CEN Baihe hesitated and finally lay down like Qi Yan.

"Is this much more comfortable?" Qi Yan turned over and faced the direction where he was lying. "Rest early. We'll talk about it tomorrow. I think you don't look very well."

"I'm fine. It's just that when I was on the plane, I shook a little badly, so I didn't adapt," Cen Baihe looked at Qi Yan's clavicle carelessly and moved uneasily, "just have a rest."

"Then you should rest early," Qi Yan yawned. "Good night."

"Well, good night." Cen Baihe saw Qi Yan close his eyes and slightly raise the corners of his mouth. He was reluctant to look away.

"By the way," Qi Yan suddenly opened his eyes and put his hand to the head of the bed, "I forgot to turn off the light."

"Pa."

The room was suddenly dark, leaving only a small night lamp with a faint light.

"Money..."

"Huh?"

"It's all right," Cen Baihe chuckled, pressing down his expectation and uneasiness at the bottom of his heart. "It's all right, sleep."

In the middle of the night, cen Baihe had a dream that he was carrying a large piece of Jin Yuanbao climbing the stairs, but Jin Yuanbao was too heavy. He was too tired to breathe and didn't climb to the top. When he finally woke up, he found that one leg of Qian Qian was resting on his waist.

He wanted to take Qian's leg off, but as soon as he moved, Qian made a hum. Worried that it would affect money's sleep, he had to let this leg rest on his waist, but he couldn't sleep.

Looking at the bright moonlight outside the window, he could even hear his heartbeat.

Money stretches his legs like this. Is the quilt covered well? What if it's cold to the back?

Does he want to take the money's leg off?

Is the air conditioning temperature in the room a little high? Why does it feel so hot?

make love.

I don't know what rushed towards this side, but just pasted on the window, it was like being electrocuted, making a slight sound, and finally I could only fall powerlessly. The noise lasted about half a minute before the house was quiet again.

CEN Baihe stared at the window warily. He didn't rest assured until the sky vomited fish belly white and there was still nothing strange.

When Qi Yan got up in the morning, he saw Cen Baihe still sleeping. He got up from bed, pushed open the window gently, and saw the black ashes on the windowsill. Frowning, he hurried out and knocked on master Zhao's door in the next room.

Master Zhao quickly opened the door. After hearing what Qi Yan said, they went to the windowsill. Sure enough, there was also a layer of black ash on the windowsill of master Zhao's room.

"It seems that we guessed right," Qi Yan twisted a little ash with his hand, which still had a faint fishy smell. "Someone wanted to calculate our Chinese warlocks."

Master Zhao frowned: "I really don't understand why the people behind the scenes have to spend so much effort to do something inferior to animals."

"Because you don't understand, you can't do such a thing," Qi Yan pulled his robe. "Master Zhao, you go to other masters' rooms and have a look. I'll change my clothes first."

"Good." master Zhao's face is iron green. Anyone who knows this kind of thing will not be in a good mood.

If you count the lives of hundreds of thousands of people, such people are either animals or madmen.

CEN Baihe was awakened by Qi Yan's change of clothes. He sat up from bed and found that the sky outside was already bright, "money?"

"Are you awake?" Qi Yan noticed that his face was not very good. "You can sleep a little longer. I'll go to the downstairs living room to discuss some things with them and call you later."

"No," Cen Baihe got up and found his clothes from the suitcase. "I'll go down with you."

"Captain Zhao," said Taoist Xu, touching his beard on his chin, "how many people know we live here?"

"In addition to everyone in the room, there are my teammates with Gao team," Zhao Zhicheng's face is even more ugly than several masters. "I don't know what's wrong here?"

The masters remained silent.

Qi Yan took a sip of tea: "someone leaked out where we live, even which room we live."

Like this hurtful seal, you must know the other party's exact place of residence, name, and things you have used or personal belongings.

Gao ronghua's face changed greatly: "you mean..."

"Yes, we have traitors here," Qi Yan glanced at the people. "How many people have captain Gao and captain Zhao lined up?"

Many people know that they live here, but there are very few people who know which master lives in which room. Except for the two people they trusted, even the people above didn't know the specific room arrangement of these masters.

"Call all your people here," Taoist Xu shook his head. "The old Taoist priest is not talented, and he knows the art of face to face."

Gao ronghua and Zhao Zhicheng looked at each other and agreed with Taoist Xu's request.

These masters are willing to fight for a chance for the people, but there are traitors among their people, which is unacceptable both intellectually and humanely.

Soon, several people who knew the details rushed over. The kind-hearted Abbot Yun looked at them and silently closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Master Zhao is best at Feng Shui, not face to face. If he is a fortune teller, he needs a detailed birth eight characters to do it. Therefore, at this time, he can only see the virtual Taoist priest who is good at face-to-face.

Taoist Xu looks like an old naughty boy who is not serious, but at this moment, his eyes are like a sharp blade, enough to look into people's heart.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the room became very serious, and no one dared to speak easily.