Chapter 99 Tracking

"You bitches." Dugu Caihua said angrily. Several people from the sword clan laughed and saw that Dugu was so anxious to pick flowers. Is there anything more funny than this in the world?

Several people returned to the Fengchi mansion, and soon Shun'er and Wanrong shouted that they were going shopping, and Dugu Caihua, who had a ghost, also wanted to follow. After a while, only the sword flute and the sword clan were left in the big room.

The two heroes sat on the edge of the table, and the sword flute talked about the butterfly dance. The swordsman was silent for a long time and did not say anything.

"What do you think of the matter?" Jian Xiao saw that the swordsman was so silent that he could only ask.

The swordsman asked, "Don't you trust the owner of the butterfly door?"

"It's hard for me to choose." The sword flute spit out his inner pain.

"Apart from the identity of being your nephew, I think the most lacking thing for Butterfly Dance is evidence to prove itself, that is to say, whether Die Yiyun has survived or not. Who did the fragments give to? Naturally, it is clear at a glance. There is no trace of jade fragments in the whole cherry blossom gate mansion.

"Are you searching the Sakura Gate mansion in front of others?" Jian Xiao was a little puzzled.

"It's called instant sensing."

"Well." Jian Xiao stroked the corner of the table: "I forgot about this."

"Since the matter of butterfly dance has been solved, we will solve this person's problem next." The swordsman wrote two words in the corner of the table with some tea.

The relaxing time always flies by, and soon there is no shadow. The two girls quickly came back with all kinds of rouge. As for the time spent by the fool Dugu, if the sword clan did not estimate it wrong, it should be tomorrow morning, or, um, next month. The longest record of this fellow is 20 consecutive days in the gentle countryside.

Night soon fell, and the sky was dark and nothing could be seen. On the ground of the Southern Tang Dynasty, the lights are as bright as day.

The swordsman sat at the table and looked down. The night in the town was very noisy. There was only one wall away from the second prince's mansion was a street, and the stall hawkers spread out the street with needles.

"Which street do you think Dugu will pick flowers on?" Jian Xiao looked down.

The swordsman smiled, and his eyes were speechless: "It should be in the drunken flower building." After saying that, the swordsman turned around and said, "You are drunk, but you don't want to drink."

Jianxiao laughed and said, "You are the same. You are still wandering here so late."

"You also think she will make a move tonight." The swordsman slowly picked up the wine glass in front of him and took a sip of the sketch.

Jian Xiao nodded: "Don't you think so?"

"Then who will protect the little girl?"

"You, don't forget that you are his fiance."

The swordsman was stunned: "This doesn't seem to be a good reason."

"Who else can there be besides you? Pick flowers? Don't forget that he is still in the beauty's nest.

The swordsman nodded: "Be careful."

The autumn wind blows slowly, and the wind is cold, like a cold knife, tearing people's muscles. Maybe this is the so-called cold wind. And in this wind, Jian Xiao and the sword clan have a glass of wine, which can strengthen the courage and keep out the cold. With their long hair dancing in the wind, the two big men did not want to close the window at all.

I don't know how long the two big men have been drinking. I only know that the downtown below has begun to show signs of subsipation, and the crowds begin to become sparse, and the wine in the pot has indeed bottomed out long ago.

"It's time to take action." Jian Xiao put down the cup that had not been put down in his hand for a long time.

The swordsman nodded: "The noise next door has stopped for a long time. I believe you and my prediction is about to become a reality."

"If she really is? What are you going to do?" Jian Xiao looked at the Soege sword clan.

The swordsman smiled helplessly: "How can you ask me about this kind of thing? No one wants to face that moment."

"I want Zhao Laojiu to check all the trees or stones on the way we came, and many places have been marked." As soon as Jian Xiao's words were here, his figure jumped down and disappeared in mid-air. There is no trace of the sword flute under the night. There was indeed a sword flute's voice from below: "I'm leaving, protect your little girl."

The swordsman picked up the ice blade in his hand, opened the cabinet door and looked aside. In an instant, the light in the room was holographic. The swordsman gently opened the window and turned in and lit the fuel light. The little girl's pretty face appeared in the dim light. Her little face blushed slightly, and even a smile appeared at the corners of her mouth. God knows that the little girl dreamed at this time. What are you thinking about?

The sword clan looked next to the little girl again, as if Wanrong was sleeping next to him. As for the truth, the sword clan was no longer willing to lift the quilt. Wanrong had done such a thing once. As for why did Wanrong do this? The sword clan has no way to answer this matter at present. All this can only be done by waiting for the sword flute to come back, or get closer to the truth.

The night wind is still blowing, but the sword flute jumps up and down in the piercing autumn wind, sometimes chasing vigorously, and sometimes hiding his body in the darkness. In front of Jian Xiao, there is a shadow on his body, wearing a black windbreaker, slender waist and light skills under his feet. Jian Xiao can see the doorway at a glance. That is no trace of snow, but the people's skills are limited, and only a few percent of his speed is used.

Countless city lanes disappeared behind him, and soon Zhu Jian Wanrong in front of him stopped in front and looked around warily. Zhu Jian Wanrong then walked into the room and hid the door. The sword fluteer flew up to the roof like the moon and slowly lifted a tile. The situation in the room was not clear at a glance, but dark. There is no light, and the sword flute can't see the figure below.

Only the voice came slowly from below. This made Jian Xiao breathe a sigh of relief. If Wanrong entered the tunnel at this time, the Jian Xiao would really be no longer able to follow him. In that case, it would be dark, and God knew where Zhu Jian Wanrong would get into. Then this opportunity, Jian Xiao quickly looked around, remembered the terrain, and turned his eyes back to the house. Although he couldn't see anything, Jian Xiao really didn't want to let go of any useful information.

"How's the matter entrusted to you?" A somewhat cloudy and deliberate voice came from below.

"Master, I can't do it."

"Is the flesh-and-blood affection of your Chinese people at fault?"

"If I return to the master, I dare not." Zhu Jian Wanrong's voice did not have any fake elements.

"I'll give you three days. If you can still do something, you know the consequences."

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Jian Xiao was no longer interested in listening to the following words. Zhu Jian Wanrong showed his loyalty. After that, the cloudy and deliberate voice did disappear. The only thing Jianxiao could hear when using his internal force was the faint sobbing sound of Jian Wanrong. Even at this time, Jian Xiao did not dare to go down. In Jian Xiao's opinion, his niece was crying, so let him cry. Jian Xiao's mind began to think about all the problems that could be thought of, even countless possibilities, and the only possibility gradually emerged from these reasons.

"She's back." Jian Xiao still sat on the edge of the table. And Wanrong's room next to it is still dark.

Jian Xiao nodded, told what happened to him, and finally said, "What do you think?"

"You already have an idea to test my idea." After saying that, the swordsman poured a glass of wine for Jian Xiao.

Jianxiao smiled helplessly: "It seems that you already have an answer in your heart."

"It is certain that Wanrong's sister was threatened. As for the threat, it is destined to be only the life of casting a sword and flat clothes. Wanrong's experience is a little similar to the experience of butterfly dance. One is threatened by the master, and the other is threatened by her father's life."

"Have you thought of any solution?"

"Let's go to the field survey tomorrow." The swordsman asked.

Jian Xiao nodded: "This kind of thing must be hidden from your cousin."

"I'll go tomorrow. You should take good care of the moment."

Jian Xiao nodded and said yes. After saying that, Jian Xiao took him to ** and covered his head in the quilt: "Be careful, it should be just a contact point, and you may be able to see some clues.

"But you haven't told me where that place is?" The swordsman gritted their teeth at the swordsman who fell asleep covered.

The sky in the east has turned white, and the sound of chickens has come one after another from around. The first thing after telling Jian Xiao, the swordsman went in the direction of the drunken Red Mansion. Except for the drunken Red Mansion, the swords did not expect where Dugu would spend his time picking flowers.

"Yo, this prince is looking for that girl's house."

"I'll find a young man."

The old pimp's eyes are a little unclear: "Looking for a man?"

The swordsman nodded: "That's right."

"Men are looking for men?" The madam herself didn't believe in her ears. There were all the strange things in the world. It was common for a woman to run to the brothel to find her lover and husband, but it was the first time for a man to run to find a man.

The swordsman coughed and quickly explained, "I'm his friend. I have something to do with him." There was no choice. The more the old man asked the old man the expression on the old man's face, the stranger it became. The sword clan vaguely thought of the word broken back in the previous life.

The old pimp hesitated: "Who are you looking for?" There are many girls here, but there are really few men in broad daylight. It turned out that the business didn't come to the door. It's right to think about it. Who ran to the brothel early in the morning to be romantic and happy?

The sword clan is also used to the wind and rain of time. As soon as they heard the tone of the pimp, they knew that the pimp looked at money. This kind of person was easy to solve. The sword clan took out a legal currency from their arms, with a face value of about 10.

The pimp's eyes were shining, and his eyes were all copper money. He touched the ticket in his hand with both hands: "Sir, why are you so polite? You came to our drunken Red Mansion early in the morning to consume."