Chapter 45 (1/2)

This night, a total of three waves of people, all the same martial arts, the worst foreign Xiaocheng, the strongest foreign peak.

However, they are all left in the courtyard by Chen Mo, and their bodies are piled up in one corner of the courtyard.

Fortunately, it was in the middle of the night. Fortunately, both sides did not want to make too much noise to avoid disturbing the secular forces. Therefore, the rest of the people in the courtyard did not know anything about it. Even Yan Qingcheng, who was the Lord, did not know anything about it. They slept until dawn.

At five o'clock in the morning, the door of the courtyard was suddenly opened, and five or six people in black came in without expression, and quietly carried the bodies onto a van, and even the bloodstains were cleaned up.

Chen Mo sits cross legged in the spirit gathering array. He doesn't stop him. He knows that these people are porters, and they don't know anything.

Ten minutes later, the courtyard returned to tranquility, as if nothing had happened, leaving only a pool of water stains, proving that the dozen lives had gone the last journey here!

At seven o'clock in the morning, Chen Mo opens his eyes and finishes his practice. He hears someone get up in the bedroom. In order to avoid embarrassment, he goes out of the room to buy breakfast.

”Sangsang, why are you pale? Didn't you sleep well? ” Yan Qingcheng's concern is heard in the bedroom.

Sang Sang coughed and said with a smile: ”it's OK. It may be a cold. It will be OK in two days.”

Yan Qingcheng didn't feel anything about last night's thrilling killing: ”well, it seems to me that Chen Mo has gone out. Isn't it a holiday? Why did he get up so early

Sang Sang recalled Chen Mo's figure like a demon last night and his cold killing intention. Suddenly, she felt a chill on her back. When she first came, she didn't give Chen Mo a good face, and threatened Chen Mo more than once. She felt scared after thinking about Sang Sang Sang.

”Was that man really Chen Mo last night?” Sangsang felt that he seemed to have an illusion. He couldn't associate the killing God of last night with the quiet boy he saw at first.

Sangsang really did not know how to answer the strange question of Yan Qingcheng. He pondered for a while and said, ”maybe because he is a warrior, he should keep the good habit of going to bed early and getting up early.”

”Oh, that's just convenient for us. If you go out and lock the door, you can save him from coming in suddenly.” Yan Qingcheng curled up in the newly bought bedding and only showed a beautiful head. She said that there was no heating in this room. She was just an ordinary person. She felt too cold.

Sang Sang, as a martial arts man, has a strong ability to adapt to the external environment, but he doesn't feel cold. He quickly puts on his clothes and goes out to lock the door.

Yan Qingcheng just sat up, proud of himself. The cartoon fox pattern on the top of the pink lining was very cute. If Chen Mo saw this scene, he would be stunned. He never thought Yan Qingcheng was wearing a cartoon lining under his cold exterior.

The two women in the room began to wash and dress up. Chen Mo did not buy breakfast immediately after he went out. Instead, he strolled on the street. He knew that women could only walk a few steps from getting up to going out, but the complicated process took at least half an hour.

Chen Mo calculated the time, and when Yan Qingcheng and Yan Qingcheng got up and dressed up, they bought soybean milk and steamed stuffed buns to return to their room.

There was a faint aroma in the room, which was very pleasant.

Give the breakfast to Sangsang. Chen Mo takes out a Peiyuan pill and hands it to Sang Sang: ”it's good for you to eat it!”

Sangsang only looked at the Peiyuan pill, and knew that this pill was extraordinary. She looked at Chen Mo with gratitude.

”I have something to go out of. You can help yourself!” Chen Mo said lightly and turned away.

Yan Qingcheng didn't say anything, but Sangsang suddenly called out, ”wait, let Miss follow you!”

Yan Qingcheng Leng for a moment, looking at mulberry tiny frown asked: ”why should I follow him?”

Sang Sang wanted to talk about the assassins last night, but he was worried about frightening Yan Qingcheng. He had to say, ”I'm not feeling well. I'm afraid I can't protect miss. Follow Chen Mo, he can protect your safety.”

Having seen Chen Mo's strength, Sang Sang Sang knows that Yan Qingcheng's following Chen Mo is far safer than following him. What's more, he is injured and needs to adjust his breath.