Mrs. divorced again

Chapter 23 Chasing Game ([-])
Bai Weiyang sat on the rickshaw with her legs crossed!Looking at the old Shanghai-like neon scene on both sides of the street, every time I feel, there is an illusion, returning to the early Hong Kong movies I have seen.

Listening to the gentle tunes of the phonograph in the store in the ear.

She was humming a song, not to mention how happy she was!
It's a pity that just after getting out of the car, with Bai Weiyang's level of vigilance, she found that the entire street where Xianlemen is located seems to have a lot more... weird people.

Even though everyone was pretending to be chatting, they could glance at the people on the street from time to time, especially those well-dressed women.

With previous experience, Bai Weiyang was immediately alert, these people are looking for someone?

Who are you looking for!
She subconsciously put her hand on the gun behind her back!
But then he became generous again. It's not that they are looking for her, so why are they so nervous? On the contrary, it arouses suspicion.

Before walking into Xianlemen, I overheard the passers-by beside me muttering.

"I heard that it was the Shadow Pavilion who assassinated Miss France Bird last time!"

"Who knows!"

Bai Weiyang's body trembled, and she glanced at the gorgeous gate of Xianlemen, but she couldn't walk in after all!
Because she always felt that there was a trap waiting for her inside.

In case the man who assassinated Miss Bird last time had something to do with the Shadow Pavilion, today's weird passers-by are just waiting for her to fall into her trap, so it's better to go to other places to relax.

She pretended to be nonchalant, and after walking for a while on Ci'an Road, she turned into a certain alley, with three silver needles twirling on her fingers.

Bai Weiyang spat out a mouthful of saliva.

"Tch, I really thought I could find Lao Tzu!"

The sky is not beautiful, just after talking to myself, I heard a man's voice from a willow tree with a crooked neck next to it, like a ghost.

"Little thing, where are you going!"

Bai Weiyang's heart skipped a beat, she raised her head, and said casually.

"Brother, who are you, sitting here in the middle of the night playing tricks! Who do you want to scare to death?"

Feng Songjie was sitting here, originally taking a rest, and continued looking for someone in the second half of the night, but who knew, a little bastard bumped into his arms.

He jumped down from the tree neatly.

His tone was extremely gloomy.

"Brother, I am not your brother, I am your ancestor!"

This time, Bai Weiyang immediately remembered the owner of this voice, she looked at the man in black clothes, black pants, black newsboy hat and black mask, wrapped in airtight.He also had a black bag on his back waist.Don't know what's in it.

Bai Weiyang is born to love to play against others.

There was a leisurely smile on his lips.

"If you want to be my ancestor, you should go back and practice for 800 years!"

Unexpectedly, Feng Songjie didn't have the slightest bit of anger, and the black newsboy hat was pressed down, casting a shadow, making it difficult to see his eyebrows and eyes clearly.

He only said: "The person who stole my things is you."

Bai Weiyang retorted brazenly: "It's not a good thing to slander people with empty words if someone steals from you."

Feng Songjie said lightly: "Whether you stole it or not, just let me search your body to find out."

Search?
This made Bai Weiyang immediately think of those pretending passers-by near Xianle Gate just now.

She narrowed her eyes.

"You, are you from the Shadow Pavilion?"

"you guess?"

Feng Songjie raised his eyes slightly.

(End of this chapter)