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Chapter 1.

"One more rain leaks and the candle remains."

"At the second watch feast, the guests are dispersed."

"Third watch...three watch..."

Wen Fuzhu's hand holding the bamboo chopsticks to knock on the cup paused, his eyes swept across the slanted window lattice wet from the drizzle, and after a while, he let out a soft "Ding—" at last.

Throwing down the chopsticks, he stood with his sleeves folded, his voice still gentle and indifferent:

"Xiao Er, please come and pay the bill."

As soon as the words fell, there was the sound of clothes fluttering behind him, followed by a pretended sigh, "Ah, ah, old fox Wen, you are too disrespectful to me! You are obviously invited by me, but my master has not yet Now, you, the guest, are going to leave first?"

Wen Fuzhu had no choice but to stop and turn around, and as expected, he saw that the other party was smiling flamboyantly with his foxy face.

Xie Changhuan has a face that likes to smile too much. It's okay for this person to be serious, and he has such a three-pointed appearance, but he always smiles every day. Once this person smiles, it's a big deal—the slightly raised eyes are even more raised, The thin lips that were pursed into a line became even cooler.

When meeting Xie Changhuan for the first time, Wen Fuzhu was so frightened that he almost knocked over a basketful of swimming fish—he really thought that he had met those legendary vixens by the side of a remote river.

Still a male vixen.

But this vixen prefers to call himself "Old Fox Wen".

It just doesn't make sense.

Not only is there no natural reason, it is simply unreasonable!

"Xie Changhuan, you..."

As soon as Wen Fuzhu read the beginning of your words, his eyes froze a little, and then he shot like lightning to grab Xie Changhuan's wrist holding chopsticks.

How could Xie Changhuan follow his wish so easily, with a slight motion of the archer, and a nimble turn of the two fingers, seeing that he was still eating peanuts with one hand resting on his cheek, but his hand was completely reversed. The chopsticks blocked Wen Fuzhu's palm.

Wen Fuzhu didn't dodge or block, and swayed his wrist slightly to the side again, as if his hand was still on the left side of his wrist in the last blink of an eye, and it disappeared immediately in the next blink of an eye, and then quickly passed under his wide-sleeved robe It stretched out again, Xie Changhuan blinked, but didn't dodge it again, and was caught by his wrist.

On the black ink robe with a white background, there was a shocking dark purple blood spot.

"Oh!"

Xie Changhuan bluffed before Wen Fuzhu could ask, then poured the teacup and splashed it on his sleeve carelessly, rubbed it to find a large area of ​​brown color fainted, like peeing, the blood stain was dark The spots have not faded clean, it is better not to wipe it!In a fit of anger, he simply "stabbed" and cut off his sleeve.

Wen Fuzhu froze when he raised his front swing and was about to sit down.

The man with a crown-like face frowned sadly, "Chang Huan, the world knows that you are a broken sleeve, but you don't need to go out of your way to prove that you are really a broken sleeve."

Xie Changhuan ignored his taunts, just grinned and continued to smile, beckoning to Xiao Er who was dozing off in the distance, "Come, come, blame him, and then come to your store's signature apricot flower spring two pot, and put these dishes back on warm."

It wasn't until the cups and plates were reorganized, and Xie Changhuan wolfed down everything by himself, that Wen Fuzhu said melancholy, "Chang Huan, if I remember correctly, you invited me here."

"Yeah." Xie Changhuan picked up another big dish with chopsticks, and swallowed it in one gulp, then took the chopsticks and ordered the dilapidated empty tables around, "Don't look at this restaurant as dilapidated, but the apricot blossom spring here , it is the best wine I have ever drank since I traveled around the rivers and lakes.”

After saying this, as if thinking of something, he hurriedly patted another jar of unopened wine, leaned over to the table full of soup, slapped the edge of the table with one hand, and put the wine in Wen Fuzhu's mouth with the other, Xie Changhuan still smiled happily, "Brother Wen, you should try it too."

try it?

Wen Fuzhu hurriedly turned his head to the side, dodging his wrist that was blocking his face, and said with a light smile, "Stop making trouble, I'll drink too much. If you have anything to say, just talk about it."

"Wen Fuzhu."

Xie Changhuan's expression suddenly became serious.

"Today is my birthday."

Wen Fuzhu slowly blinked those twinkling peach blossom eyes a few times, then calmly shook his wrist in his sleeve, buckled a hidden weapon in his palm, and slowly moved his eyes to the window.

The drizzle was still falling, and even the stars could not be seen in the dark night.

"Did you know it's raining today, Chang Huan?"

Xie Changhuan still kept his mouth shut with the wine, and was immediately delighted when he heard the words, "I ran thousands of miles to meet the appointment, and it rained heavily, how could I not know?"

"Then you know that rainy days are mostly accompanied by thunder?"

"Eh?"

"It's easier to be struck by lightning if you tell a lie at a time like this. I'm thinking of you, Chang Huan."

"Old Wen...today is really my birthday." Xie Changhuan rubbed his eyebrows in frustration. Before he could continue to explain, he felt that Wen Fuzhu suddenly put his hand on his shoulder, and then he quickly pushed him to the seat On the chair, before raising his eyes, the man flew out of the window neatly.

The sound of Jin Ge tearing the silk suddenly entered my ears.

Xie Changhuan listened attentively for a while, and secretly said that the old fox was more like a killer than himself, then continued to shake the jug and laughed, took the chopsticks that Wen Fuzhu was holding just now, knocked on the wall of the teacup, and said slowly:

"One more rain leaks and the candle remains."

"At the second watch feast, the guests are dispersed."

"Third Watch...Third Watch Boundless Killing Chill!"

After finishing his speech, he pulled his hand from his waist with one hand, and a water-colored soft sword came out of its sheath like a dragon singing. Xie Changhuan rolled over the last altar of apricot blossoms on the table, and then dropped a few ingots of broken silver, and chased after him on a thin line of rain. and go.

The author has something to say: 6-28 latest announcement:

The hanging lantern is finally over =w=

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In addition, I forgot to say it in the very beginning of the chapter. As long as I write articles about antiquities, as long as the chapters are posted, I will generally not make any changes to the plot.

So if you see that my original chapter has been updated again, then it must be catching bugs instead of fake updates!If the plot has been modified, I will mark it with (repair).

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