Grudge Breaker

Chapter 29 The origin is doubtful-
  "Don't be afraid, girl. I'm the owner of the Wangyue Tower next door. You're feeling sick, so I'll take you back to the restaurant first."

He gently placed her on a wide and soft guest seat in the most secluded resting area of ​​the Wangyue Tower Hall.

"Originally there is a very comfortable room upstairs for you to rest, but I'm worried that the girl will think it's inappropriate, so..."

"It's nice here, I'm busy."

The dizziness disappeared a lot, and she could see his appearance clearly at this time. He had a pair of beautiful red phoenix eyes, which seemed to have a pool of autumn water, a high nose bridge, full lips, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was smiling even if he was not smiling. . With wide shoulders and narrow waist, he is dressed in green clothes like jade, with hair in a bun like ink, he is handsome and elegant.

"Are you some kind of god? You're so good-looking." She looked like a man from a cartoon, she admired sincerely.

The man smiled, "The girl is more beautiful, I will fall in love with you at first sight."

Song Weichen was shocked to realize that his words were too explicit and coughed slightly in embarrassment. He probably thought that the other party regarded him as a frivolous person.

"I'm not what you think..."

She looked embarrassed, "Thank you just now. I just get dizzy easily when I stand up after squatting for a long time. I really didn't mean to jump on you."

The man smiled, "When did I say that the girl did it on purpose? Besides, if you really pounced on me on purpose, it would be too late for me to be happy."

Song Weichen is embarrassed.

"Then don't bother me. Thank you, sir, for saving me. I didn't bring any money today. I'll pay for your roasted chestnuts another day."

After saying that, before the man could react, she hurriedly stood up and left. As soon as she stood up, her legs gave out and she fell to the ground.

The attack of hypoglycemia was coming fiercely, and she was complaining endlessly. She must have become so brittle because she was not acclimatized in the sleep world! His face instantly turned pale as paper, looking horrifying compared to just now.

Upon seeing this, the man quickly picked her up from the ground and hurriedly ordered the restaurant boy to call the doctor.

"girl!"

Song Weichen wanted to say not to worry, but he was speechless. The man's face looked anxious.
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  Almost at the same time, as if sensing that Song Weichen was in danger, Mo Tingfeng in Sikong Mansion finally opened his eyes. Wearing only his middle coat, he sat in a place that looked like a fairyland pool, and the energy around him was slowly absorbed by the water.

"If you don't wake up, my marrow washing pool will be turned into a poisonous dyeing vat by you."

The person speaking was none other than Zhuang Yuheng, the head of the Sikong Mansion, known as Mr. Yuheng.

At this moment, he is sitting in the Yatai not far from the marrow washing pool, drinking. He is wearing a white brocade robe embroidered with gold, a gold jade crown on his head, and elegant white brocade boots embroidered with gold silk. His whole body is extraordinary and noble. He is truly The posture of an immortal.

This Lord Yu Heng has a body like a green mountain and a face as bright as the moon, with brows piercing his temples and eyes as bright as morning stars. I am afraid no one would object if he was said to be the most beautiful man in the world. Over the years, there have been countless powerful women who have wanted to marry him, including The eldest princess of the Dream Realm Master, but they gave up the idea just thinking about it.

Just because Yu Hengjun's early practice of walking into fire and becoming a demon went wrong - any earthly branch in the year of Yin, the tiger moon meets the Yin sun, will lose his mind and become an extremely dangerous monster. How can a powerful family accept such a half-demon, and they will no longer engage in marriage Consideration made him feel at ease.

For thousands of years, only the demon-sealing restriction set by Mo Tingfeng, the "No. 1 God of War in the Sleep World", could trap him and prevent him from causing serious trouble. This is why the two are as close as brothers.

To put it bluntly, Yu Hengjun devoted himself to studying the principles of medicine and stone just because he wanted to cure his own illness. However, after a long illness, he became the best medicine king in the world.
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  The maid poured a glass of wine into Zhuang Yuheng's amber cup. He picked it up and took a sip. He looked at Mo Tingfeng, who was getting dressed behind the screen by the pool with only his head exposed, "What did you do? If I'm late, In this half hour, your cultivation has been completely ruined. Since you can't be emotional if you cut off your emotions, if others don't know it, don't you know it yourself?"

"Stop saying a few words, or I'll silence you."

Mo Tingfeng got dressed, walked out from behind the screen and sat opposite Zhuang Yuheng.

"As for the use of poison, even if I give you another five hundred years, you, an old boy, will not be able to defeat me."

Zhuang Yuheng looked at him with a smile and moved closer with a gossipy look on his face.

"Do I know which girl provoked you like this? It can't be my cousin, right?"

"I just remembered old things. Stop guessing." Mo Tingfeng drank.

Zhuang Yuheng understood clearly. He had known Mo Tingfeng for many years and was no stranger to Sang Pu's story. It's just that he hasn't wanted to stop mentioning this woman for many years, so why suddenly...? If he didn't want to talk, he wouldn't ask. Zhuang Yuheng changed the topic.

"I heard that the new white robe is a soul whisperer? The rumors are going crazy outside. When will you let me see him?"

Mo Tingfeng was startled, thinking of the little liar who moved to the Lord's Mansion with a happy face. He didn't know if there was any trouble during his absence, and he didn't know if Gu Cangyue came to cause trouble.

He suddenly put down his wine glass and stood up, "Let's go, busy solving the case." As he spoke, the person had arrived at the door.

"Wait a minute." Zhuang Yuheng raised his hand and threw a medicine bottle over. Mo Tingfeng didn't move and raised his hand to catch it.

"There is no solution to the restriction of love-killing, and you will become a cripple in the slightest and die in the worst. You know this better than me. All I can do is to help you alleviate the pain of the backlash. This medicine takes one pill every three days to protect your mind, muscles, and veins."

"Thank you." Mo Tingfeng waved his hand and left without looking back.

"Don't be tempted!"

Zhuang Yuheng shouted loudly at his back, with a worried look on his face.

Something was wrong, someone must have appeared that made his heart beat.
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  In a simple yet masculine bedroom in Wangyue Building.

The doctor at the medical center was explaining something to the man, and the man nodded in response.

Song Weichen sat on the bed and watched all this. On the table was a bowl of brown sugar, ginseng and ginger water that she had drunk. The hypoglycemic attack came and went like the wind. At this moment, she felt that she was fine.

"The doctor said that you are deficient in energy and blood and have not recovered from the cold. You should take a good rest for a while."

After seeing the doctor off, the man came to the bed and looked at her, his eyes gentle and worried.

"Thank you for your concern, sir. In fact, I have always been in good health. Maybe I was a little acclimated to this place when I first arrived. I didn't scare you just now. I was afraid that you would suspect that I came here to touch porcelain on purpose." The man smiled and shook his head. Seeing that she was about to get out of bed, he wanted to stop her, "Girl, there is no need to leave in a hurry. I was in a hurry just now and there were too many guests, so I had to take her to the room below. I'm rude."

"I'm really fine. It would be rude to interrupt again. Please don't delay the young master's business any more."

Song Weichen got out of bed and took the initiative to tidy up the bed. The man behind her looked at her back with deep eyes. Just as she was about to say something, the Nuo opera mask hanging on the wall suddenly fell off. The sudden movement startled her.

She walked over and picked it up, "This mask..." She couldn't help but think of the one she picked up at random in front of the mask stall at the night market. Why did it look so familiar?

"Oh, I bought it at the night market last night. I always like to collect these. Today I also wore this mask when I went out and scared the girl. After all, it's my fault."
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  Song Weichen's eyes became more scrutinizing.

She put the mask on his face and took it away. Looking at the various masks on the wall of his bedroom, she couldn't help but think of the Wangchuan boss wearing a mica bird's beak mask. Speaking of which, the two of them were very handsome. Very similar...

By some strange coincidence, she raised her mask to cover half of his face, huh? Why does the exposed lower half of the face look so similar? Could it be...?
  "May I ask what you call the young master?"

She was suspicious. Could it be that the birdman deliberately disguised himself to tease her?
  "I am Xia Shuqiu Long. I have been doing business elsewhere before and I just moved here not long ago."

"Do you have a relative named Gu?"

The man shook his head, looking confused.

As if something suddenly occurred to him, "Young lady, did you identify me as the Lord of the River of Forgetfulness?"

"Do you know him? What is your relationship with him?"

Seeing that he took the initiative to mention the birdman, she simply stopped pretending.

"The Lord of Wangchuan, Gu Cangyue, no one in the world knows you."

The man smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly, "Although I have lived in Youmeng for a long time and have some business dealings with Cangyue Mansion, I have never had the chance to see his face. Only occasionally people who have seen him will feel that I have nothing to do with that gentleman. There is a slight resemblance in appearance, but how can he dare to compare himself to an ordinary person whose identity is completely different from his? I didn’t expect that... the girl has actually met that gentleman?"

"No, I haven't seen it before. I just heard that the adult likes to wear masks. I saw you here so much, so I made the connection."

Seeing his openness, her doubts were somewhat dispelled. After all, he was a stranger, and it was inappropriate for her to be so aggressive. What's more, the temperaments of the two are really very different. If he were really the arrogant and hands-on Bird Immortal, how could he be so patient in explaining to himself.

Maybe I was overly worried.

Thinking of this, Song Weichen laughed, "Fortunately you are not him, otherwise I would have been in big trouble if I had recklessly lifted your mask by mistake."

"Oh? What's the big trouble?" The man looked curious.

She remembered what Gu Cangyue said in Qiushui Town, "I have sworn an oath, and the mask can only be taken off by my partner."

"Nothing, nothing. It's too late. I really have to leave. I'll come back another day to say thank you."
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  As Song Weichen spoke, she put the mask into Shu Yulong's hand and hurriedly walked to the door of the bedroom. Unexpectedly, as soon as she opened the door, the old housekeeper of the restaurant rushed in hastily.

"Boss Shu, the singer just sent someone to send a message, and she also brought back the deposit, saying that she won't come to our place to sing since Yipinlou's singing remuneration is higher, and now it's her turn to perform, what should we do! "

At this time, the bedroom door was open, and the sound of singing and dancing could be heard faintly from outside. It was already dinner time, and it was the time when Wangyue Tower was full of guests.

"Don't worry, can you let the current actors perform another Nuo opera dance?"

The butler shook his head, "This dance is extremely strenuous, and even if I try to do it again, the effect will not be good. Moreover, many of the guests today are here for the singer. What should I do?"

"Is Miss Mianmian here?" The man was not impatient.

"Calculating, the time should be almost here!"

"It's really not possible. I'm tired today, so let Miss Mianmian play one more song to pass the singer's time first."

The man told the old housekeeper, looking at Song Weichen, "Wait a moment, miss, I will take you out."

The old housekeeper stopped the man who was about to leave, "With two songs in a row, without a reason, even Miss Mianmian will have trouble keeping guests!"

Just as the man was about to walk towards her, he was pestered by the old housekeeper again, "Boss Shu! What do you think of this..."

"Boss Shu, you don't have to worry about me if you have something important to do. I'll leave now and come back another day to say thanks!" After Song Weichen finished speaking, he ran away without caring about Shu Jielong's reaction. She was actually in a hurry. She had been outside for too long today. The cold-faced King of Hell didn't know if he noticed that he was skipping work at this moment, and he was scared just thinking about it.
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  There is a large stage in the middle of the hall of Wangyue Tower, where Nuo opera and dance are being performed. High-quality performances are probably Wangyue Tower's way of attracting customers. Business in the restaurant is indeed good, and there are a lot of diners at the moment.

Song Weichen had no intention of watching the show and hurriedly walked out the door. However, she was pushed by the waiter who hurriedly ran out to greet the guests. She uncontrollably bumped into a girl wearing a veil who had just entered the door. The girl So he fell to the ground and his hand was stepped on by a customer who happened to be walking by.

"It hurts!" The girl screamed, and for a moment she knelt on the ground and covered her hands, unable to get up.

The male guest who stepped on the girl's hand was afraid of being held responsible, so he took advantage of the chaos to lure in the flow of customers and left pretending that nothing happened. When Song Weichen saw that he had bumped into someone, he hurried over to help the person up.

"I'm so sorry, girl, are you okay?!"

The girl was already in tears, holding her hand so painful that she couldn't make a sound. Song Weichen quickly held her hand and looked at it. It was a little red, but there was no skin injury, so it should be fine. Just as she was thinking about it, she was slapped hard on the face and pushed out.

"Where does this country girl come from? How dare she attack a noble man!"

Song Weichen was stunned. She staggered a few steps before she stood up. Her face was suddenly burning. She covered her face and looked over. She saw that the girl was being supported by a maid-looking person. The latter was glaring at her angrily, as if she was about to rush at any moment. Come over and hit me twice more.

"Your Majesty? Your Majesty must be reasonable! I was also hit by someone, and I have already apologized. Your master didn't say anything, so why are you barking like a dog here?"

When she was so old, she had never been slapped before. Song Weichen stared at the girl, thinking that her servant would hurt someone rashly, and she couldn't just sit idly by.

"Apologise?! What a joke! How noble my mistress is, how dare you, a damn girl, to injure her hand! To tell you the truth, if you don't leave an arm today, you can't even think of leaving!"

(End of this chapter)