Zhu Wuer curled up in the quilt for a while and tried to fall asleep again, but he had never fought against the swelling feeling of his lower abdomen. So, after fighting with the monster in his mind for hundreds of rounds, he finally made up his mind to get off the bed, open the door and walk into the vast night.

The night was as cold as water. Zhu Wuer shivered and ran towards the cottage with his arms. A gust of wind blew over, blowing the willow catkins swept into a pile of swept into his face again, and hitting his face one or two points even floated into his eyes. Zhu Wuer stopped moving, rubbed his eyelids with his fingers hard, trying to rub them out of his eyes, but just as his eyes were blinking with tears in his eyes, a strange sound of "quacking" suddenly sounded above his head. Then, it seemed as if something fell from the sky and fell on the big tree in front.

Zhu Wuer blinked, the stinging sensation had not disappeared, but in addition, his heart was tightly grabbed by another feeling, which was fear, a fear that he had never endured in his short life, like a huge rock like a thousand pounds.

He looked at the canopy in front from the gap in his eyes. What was it just? Was it just a bird returning home at night? Because the shape of the canopy looked no different from before, as if the thing had merged with it.

Zhu Wuer breathed a little relieved. He felt that his eyes could finally open, so he took a few more steps forward, ready to fight quickly and quickly return to his warm bed. But just as he was about to bypass the trunk, he stopped again.

The trunk seemed to be thicker than usual. Although it was only a little bit, Zhu Wuer still noticed it keenly because he climbed up and down on this big tree all day long, and he was ripe with every pattern and branch of it. What's more, the extra layer of "bark" was not still, it was moving gently, just like... like a "person" slowly sliding down the trunk.

Zhu Wuer took a breath. He wanted to run away, but his legs were out of control. His knees were sore that it seemed that he was no longer his own. His pants were already wet, and his urine dripped down his pants' legs, fainting into a small circle on the ground, and finally turned into a big circle.

He watched the black shadow walk down from the tree, stepping towards him little by little, slowly surging his body, like a curved bow.

A long team came over from the corner of the street, Cheng Muyou walked at the front. He was wearing casual clothes, not riding a horse, but wearing a long sword at his waist. His deep eyes were filled with cautious light, and he searched over and over again on both sides of the street, fearing that he would miss any possible doubt. But even though he was so focused on the "night patrol", he still couldn't help but break into Xun'er's appearance from time to time: the always solid child is now lying on the bed with pale face, with eyes

There was panic in the middle. How could he not make him feel heartbroken as a father? He thought of the woman named Yan Niang again. She was independent of the treetops, and the calmness that spread around her actually comforted his anxious state of mind. But thinking about this, he couldn't help but feel a little doubtful, because the heavy temperament of her body should not belong to a woman under twenty years old. This calmness should belong to an old man, an old man who has become invincible after years of training.

The night patrol team turned a corner at the corner and arrived at the South Street of Xin'an City. Cheng Muyou saw from a distance that there were several buildings in front of him that were brightly lit, and he could vaguely hear the singing of the orioles, which formed a sharp contrast with the silence around him. He couldn't help but turn around and asked, "Isn't it a curfew? Why is this place still so lively?"

Shi Fei put his face close to his ear and whispered, "Sir, this Qifeng Tower is a place for men to have fun. It is the rule of our dynasty, so..."

"I still hear the music and singing all the time," Cheng Mu snorted coldly, "I really don't fear death."

"Diet under the peony flowers, you can be romantic even if you are a ghost." Shi Fei chuckled and retreated.

"Sir, sir." A series of shouts broke the silence of the long night, and even the people who were fighting in Qifeng Tower were disturbed, and they pushed open the windows one by one and looked down.

A yamen runner ran from afar while shouting loudly. After a while, he came to Cheng Muyou's side, "Sir, hurry up, something happened again."

When Cheng Muyou arrived at the Zhu family, Zhu Wu'er was already in a coma. He pushed away the people crying in front of the bed, pulled Zhu Wu'er's arm and touched his pulse. After finding that his pulse was extremely weak, Cheng Muyou took out a small white jade bottle from his close clothes, poured out a pill and stuffed it into Zhu Wu'er's mouth.

"This is Nan Zhuyangrong Pill, which can temporarily stabilize his breath," he said, taking off Zhu Wuer's close-fitting clothes and checked carefully on him, "No rash, no lumps, no ulcers..." His eyes were on the soles of the little boy's feet, which had a black dot, the size of a mung bean, with smooth edges, just like someone tapping it with a brush.

Cheng Muyou raised a candle on the table and wanted to look at Zhu Wuer's soles more carefully, but at this moment, a strange sound of "rattle" suddenly sounded outside the window. Then, a black shadow flashed through the yard and flew straight out of the door. Cheng Muyou grabbed the sword and ran out. Shi Fei and Shi Jin brothers followed him. The three of them rushed out of the Zhu family's gate and came to the end of the street. Only then did they find that it was leading to the South Street of Xin'an City.

Large areas of black spread in the sky. The entire Xin'an City was like a closed world, unable to see its five fingers, so dark that it was suffocating. Only the Qifeng Tower in the distance emitted circles of dark yellow light, which jumped like flames, and seemed increasingly strange in the darkness.

Cheng Muyou walked forward on the stone road with a long sword in his hand. The white robe on his body seemed particularly dazzling in the darkness. He vaguely felt a vague shadow in his heart, waiting for him to pierce and unravel it, but it was always like a wall between him and it, a wall that seemed transparent but difficult to push down and break.

"Thorn." It seemed that something fell from the sky and slid against the road. Cheng Muyou narrowed his eyes and tried to tell the appearance of the thing, but the darkness and the willow catkins in the sky blinded his gaze, making him able to see clearly a few feet away in front of him.

"Quick." He roared at Shi Fei and Shi Jin behind him, and the three of them held the hilt of the sword tightly and rushed towards the front.
Chapter completed!