It was hot outside and the room was even hotter. Hu Guiyang, who was used to being in the yard, had a layer of sweat coming out of his body as soon as the door was closed at the back. He was so close to Sister He and he was almost sweating profusely.

He took a step back, looked around and saw nothing to see, and reached out to see his five fingers, "Sir Young Guard..."

"Sleep."

"You have this kind of ability..."

"Shh."

Hu Guiyang shut his mouth, and there was no sound across from him, but he felt that He Sanjie seemed to be approaching again, almost in his arms.

After a while, he wondered if he had made a mistake. There was no one in front of him, so he leaned forward slightly. He immediately straightened his body and became more and more confused, "You..."

"Shh."

"I……"

"Shh."

Hu Guiyang had to shut up again, prick up his ears and listen, hoping to find something, but there was nothing except a few less obvious panting sounds, especially Sister He San in front of him, which seemed to have no breathing sounds, but occasionally a small and extremely gentle breath hit his neck, making him itchy and sweat more.

After nearly a quarter of an hour of silence, Hu Guiyang couldn't stand it. He was worried about the Taoist priest who stepped onto the door, so he took a step and said, "No, I must ask..."

The sound of jingling in my ears was endless, and sparks were splashing in front of me, sometimes near and sometimes far, like a noisy and luminous flying insect.

These are two masters fighting against the Heavenly Secrets.

Hu Guiyang was shocked and dared not move. He didn't even know where the enemy was, so he naturally couldn't join the war.

The battle happened suddenly and ended in an instant. The sound and the news of Mars was heard, everything was dark, but someone was still alarmed. Xiaocao shouted outside: "What's going on? Where is Brother Hu?"

Someone pushed Hu Guiyang.

"I'm in the Shaobao Lord's house. It's okay, you go back and rest."

"Oh." Xiaocao was undoubtedly worried.

With a sneer, the oil lamp on the table was ignited, and Hu Guiyang was finally able to see the situation in the room.

The Taoist priest was lying at the door, Qian Gong was lying under the window, Shang Lu was lying on the bed, his chest was undulating, and he was sleeping soundly. There was also a follower who did not live here.

He Sanjie lit the oil lamp, stood in front of the table, holding the table with both hands, lowering her head, as if she was unstable.

Hu Guiyang hurried forward, "Are you injured?"

He Sanjie shook her head and sat down slowly, "You can sit too."

"You let them fall asleep?"

"Well, I just realized a little trick of Tianji Technology."

"Congratulations." Hu Guiyang glanced at the Shaobao Lord on the bed again, a little disheartened, "Crazy He Wu has been waiting for you to come back."

He Sanjie'er smiled and looked very tired, "He always believed me so much."

"Who did you fight with just now?"

He Sanjie raised her hand and pointed upwards. Hu Guiyang looked up and was shocked. There was a person lying on the beam of the house, with an arm hanging down, as if he was enough.

Although there was no blood and wounds, Hu Guiyang was still sure that the man was dead, "Wen Family?"

"Um."

"How did you know he'd come here?"

"He followed me, and I attracted him."

Hu Guiyang was shocked again, "When we first met, did you say 'Save me'?"

He Sanjie looked up slightly, looked at Hu Guiyang, and smiled again on her face, making her look even weaker, "You have saved me just now."

"I didn't seem to do anything."

"It's enough to have you here. Only you can calm me down and exert the magic of heaven to the limit."

"I'm blushing when you said it." Hu Guiyang's face didn't blush, but he just didn't believe it.

He Sanjie smiled, and the fatigue on her face dissipated, "Everyone is moving up, even your two followers are determined to make achievements, why don't you be motivated at all?"

"I don't ask for progress? Who is the first to go out of Beijing to investigate the case? Who will take you into the mountains to send a message and find out that there is something wrong with Yunyang Prefecture? Who is it..."

"It's you." He Sanjie'er was still laughing, as if she was slightly drunk. "But if you don't make meritorious service, you offended all your bosses who can determine your future. Even if you catch He Baiwan, you will not be appreciated. You are a weird person. You are just doing these things for..."

"For what?" Hu Guiyang himself was also a little curious.

"I don't know, I can't understand your thoughts. I thought you had something to hide from me, but in the Dan Point, you were not tempted. I was sure that you really don't care about fame, wealth, and even more so on the strength of martial arts."

"I'm really a weird guy after hearing what you said." Hu Guiyang smiled.

He Sanjie seemed too tired, and lay on the table with his head resting on his arm, looking at Hu Guiyang with his side, "You must have something you care about, otherwise you wouldn't have taken on this case. So what exactly is it?"

Hu Guiyang almost said "It's you", but he felt that this was not entirely true, so he changed his words and said, "You should rest, I'll find you a room."

He Sanjie shook her head gently, "I can't stay here for too long, I'll have to leave in a while. I'll just come over to see you and stay by your side for a while."

This is not like He Sanjie'er at all. Hu Guiyang is both embarrassed and happy. The two feelings are mixed together, which makes him laugh, and he doesn't laugh, "Is it okay, Mr. Shaobao?"

"It's okay, I'll wake up normally after dawn."

"Your magic tricks are getting more and more amazing."

"The Heavenly Secret Technique is magical, but I haven't noticed it before. No, don't mention the Heavenly Secret Technique, I want to talk to you about something else."

"Uh...Where is Wen Buhua? Did you take it away?"

"I don't want to talk about him either." He Sanjie'er's tone actually had a bit of coquettishness, not like her usual.

"What do you want to talk about?" Hu Guiyang knew it was abnormal, but he couldn't resist.

“That night.”

“Which night?”

"The night you fainted by Wen Buhua's stabbing."

"Well, what happened that night?"

"You really looked at me at the first time after you got up?"

Hu Guiyang blushed. That night he got up to watch Zhao Aqi's night. He did look at He Sanjie'er for a while. He thought he was unaware of it, but he didn't expect to be seen by Wen Buhua in the dark. Wen Buhua said it again. He Sanjie'er, who had woken up at that time, obviously heard it.

"Because...you are the only one sitting and sleeping." Hu Guiyang found a reason.

He Sanjie'er's smile suddenly turned into disappointment, "I came to you specifically to ask you, did you actually give me such an answer?"

"Well, I think you are not because you are sitting and sleeping, but because...I want to see you."

He Sanjie smiled again, her cheeks flushed.

Hu Guiyang couldn't help but feel strange: In this room, three people were asleep due to the magic of heaven, and an unknown corpse was lying on the beam of the room. However, he expressed his feelings to a woman who was unparalleled, as if he had grafted a beautiful dream into a nightmare.

"In the capital, you should marry me."

"If there were a few more days at that time, I would marry you, but you would still leave."

"Yes." He Sanjie'er was not at all hiding, "Do you know? You promised to marry me when you were a child."

"The memory is in your heart, and you can say it no matter what you say."

He Sanjie laughed out loud, "You can still marry me now."

"I'm very willing, but tell me first, how much golden elixir have you taken?" Hu Guiyang looked at it more and more wrong, and his mood was not as rippling as he was at the beginning.

"Well..." He Sanjie'er turned around and buried her face under her elbow, like a child who was asked about an embarrassing thing, "No one left."

"How much is that?"

"Does."

"I was there at that time, more than dozens of them." Hu Guiyang's tone was a little stern.

"One hundred..." He Sanjie'er showed her eyes and glanced quickly. Seeing that Hu Guiyang's expression was also very strict, she continued: "One Thirteen."

Hu Guiyang pointed to Shang Lu on the bed, "Young Master Shaobao has only taken eleven pieces in more than a year, and he has long noticed that the golden elixir is harmful. You actually..."

"I can't help it." He Sanjie raised her head, her cheeks were red as if it was about to drip blood. It was not just shyness, "I thought I could hold it back. I once handed over all the golden elixirs to you, but I was reluctant to leave it, but I controlled it, but the temptation of the elixir was too strong. I... Hu Guiyang, you have to save me."

"How to save it? Just stay by your side?" Hu Guiyang's heart was pounding.

He Sanjie stood up and approached him, and his breath became significantly worse. "Open the Dan acupoint, or find another one."

Hu Guiyang was disappointed and secretly cursed himself as shameless. He also stood up and stood behind the stool, "You are infatuated."

"You are right, but what can I do? I have taken too much golden elixir and can't stop, and I can't stop, so I have to..." A cold light suddenly flashed in He Sanjie'er's eyes, like a small sword flying out of the receiver.

Hu Guiyang took a step forward and reached out to hold her into his arms. She was struggling and he hugged her tighter.

"If you can stop, you will definitely stop. You are He Sanchen. Other children only know how to protect themselves when they are naughty. When others are either killed or broken their legs, you have gained He Million's trust. The immortal master teaches different techniques, but you can draw the Fire God Art from your dream talk. You are the smartest person I have ever met. Of course, you are a little bit sinister and cunning, but you are still very smart. A person as smart as you will never give up resisting. 'Stand by', this is what you said to me, and now I want to tell you."

He Sanjie no longer struggled, but leaned against him tightly, "This is not me, this is not me..."

"Stay here, I will find a solution. But you still have to tell me where Wen Buhua is? I have something to ask him." Hu Guiyang looked up and glanced at the deceased on the beam of the room, but unfortunately he could not interrogate him.

"He is writing the martial arts of Wenjiazhuang for me."
To be continued...