Both a god and a god.

It's also a stone.

Neither soft nor hard will work.

She can't tie someone up and play a restricted game, right?

That’s too forbidden!

Yingqian rubbed his forehead.

He raised his head again, only to see Du Yan stop, his black eyes fixed on her, his face neither sad nor happy, obviously waiting for her to follow.

"This monk."

Ying Qian sighed, picked up Chi Lin, and quickly followed Du Yan.

It's just a blink of an eye.

Her expression has returned to its original state.

"By the way, little master, where do you plan to find the goblin?"

Du Yan slowed down and whispered:

"The atmosphere in the capital is so mixed that even a poor monk can't be sure."

"Ah?" Yingqian was stunned, slapped Chilin, and said, "What about you? Apart from eating, what else do you do?"

Chilin was yawning in her arms.

He was woken up by a slap, but he didn't dare to get angry with Yingqian, so he could only grit his teeth and say:

"How can I know? I'm a fox demon, not a dog demon! Besides, the popular demon auras in the capital are mixed together, and it's so chaotic that even a dog demon can't smell it!"

"Then we can't wander around here."

Yingqian glanced at Du Yan.

Judging from his posture, it seemed that he really planned to walk around the capital, waiting for the goblin to knock on the door.

Chilin rolled his eyes.

An idea came to my mind and I immediately said:

"I remembered, there is indeed a place here with a very mixed smell. Maybe there is someone the monk is looking for?"

"Du Yan, let's go and have a look."

Ying Qian nodded slightly, turned to look at Du Yan, and said softly:

"He doesn't dare to lie, but if there is trouble, can you handle it?"

She kept looking at Du Yan.

The pupils of his eyes were dark, mixed with a faint smile.

Even with a face that is by no means pretty.

Still extremely moving.

Du Yan glanced sideways and whispered:

"I'm a poor monk. I will protect you."

"Then I don't have to worry."

Ying Qian patted his chest and moved slightly. Unconsciously, he saw that the distance between him and Du Yan was getting closer and closer.

The cuffs occasionally brushed.

The scent of roses lingers up.

Along the arm, every inch occupied Du Yan's attention.

His eyes unconsciously slid towards Yingqian.

My mood fluctuated for a moment.

But in the next moment, he became calm again.

Du Yan clasped his hands together.

He recited the Buddha's name in a low voice.

He still seems to have a face that is neither sad nor happy.
Chapter completed!