One night passed without a word.

Zhao Changhe was half practicing and half paying attention to his surroundings, not in a state of meditation.

He wondered how Miss Yihuo Snake was sleeping in the cave...

Who knows that Zhuque didn't practice or sleep at all, his mind was full of thoughts on how to dig out more insights from him and what price he would have to pay for it. Finally, he thought about how to kill him in a better way...

Maybe it was because Zhao Changhe's anti-tracking methods worked, or maybe it was because Wang Daozhong and the assassins from the Tingxuelou were beaten back, so the second wave of assassinations had not yet fully unfolded. In any case, this night was calm and peaceful. When it was dawn, Zhao Changhe opened his eyes under the tree and the first thing he saw was the appearance of the little sister coming out of the cave. Her bending posture was like mountains gathering, waves raging, and it was incredibly beautiful.

Her figure was truly hot.

Zhuque didn't know what he was looking at, and when she saw him open his eyes, she instinctively smiled coquettishly, "Good morning, big brother~"

After calling him, she almost slapped herself in the face, realizing how silly that coquettish smile was. The mask covered her face and no one could see it. Who was she smiling at?

Zhao Changhe was amused by the call and untied the reins of the black horse, "Let's go, big brother will take you to buy a mask."

The black horse: "..."

Zhuque naturally sat on the horse, "I always feel that you didn't have a chance to properly explore Jianhu City last time, so you saved the shopping for there this time."

"Haha... Although that's not the reason, how did you know about it? Is there communication between everyone in the Four Elephant Sect?"

"No." Zhuque pouted, "I just happened to hear about it. I was nearby at that time."

"So, little snake sister has been destined to meet me so early..."

"Who is destined to be with you? Get lost!"

The black horse galloped away, unable to listen anymore.

Zhao Changhe left Jianhu City the next day after Lixia and headed south to Yangzhou. Now that Liqiu had just passed, it happened to be the end of a quarter.

He had just broken through from the fourth level of Xuan Guan to the sixth level. It had only been a short time since he broke through the sixth level, and it seemed like it would take a long time to reach the seventh level. This speed was visibly slower than before, and who knew how much slower it would be after that...

The city hadn't changed much, it was still lively and magnificent. Only the lakeside in the distance had a hint of autumn with a touch of golden color.

Not far from the city gate was the familiar Wan Hua Tower, but Tang Wanzhuang was no longer there.

Even Wu Weiyang seemed to be by Tang Buqi's side now.

After turning two streets, he arrived at the inn courtyard where he used to live with Han Wubing. It was also here that he spent the summer solstice. Zhao Changhe nostalgically entered the inn and shouted, "Shopkeeper..."

"Oh, it's you, guest?" The shopkeeper actually recognized him, "The courtyard you stayed in happens to be vacant, do you still want that one?"

Zhao Changhe was a little surprised, "You still remember me after so long?"

"Tsk, with your terrifying knife, this spirited horse, and that handsome scar, it's hard to forget, right?" The shopkeeper smiled with narrowed eyes, "You are Zhao Changhe, the Thirteenth Hidden Dragon, right?"

"No, no, I learned to dress like him, it's trendy." Zhao Changhe didn't say much, he smiled and said, "That one will do, please feed my horse."

"Alright..." The shopkeeper didn't care whether he was really Zhao Changhe or not. His gaze glanced at the quiet snake-faced woman standing beside him, and his heart skipped a beat, secretly thinking that something was strange.

Ordinary people would be horrified when they saw such a strange snake face. It was obvious that she was not a good person...

Zhao Changhe knew what others were thinking. He reached out to grab Zhuque's hand and was about to run, but he ended up grabbing nothing. Zhuque smiled ambiguously, "Don't create a sense of urgency here, and don't try to hold hands. When I was wandering the world, you hadn't even grown your hair yet."

Zhao Changhe laughed and cried, "I never thought about it that way."

"So, you're so skilled at casually holding a woman's hand? How experienced are you?"

"Alright, alright." Zhao Changhe thought to himself that this guy was really a demoness. Despite calling big brother sweeter than anyone else, she was actually emotionally distant and wouldn't give you a chance.

Due to his previous visit to the weapon shop, Zhao Changhe was quite familiar with this street. He quickly turned into a small shop and smiled, "As expected, I remembered correctly. This is where they sell these small trinkets."

Zhuque followed him in and looked around. There were quite a few masks hanging on the wall.

Her Four Elephant Sect's masks emphasized "divinity", most of them gave people a fierce or eerie feeling. The masks here were for little girls or children, and each one was cute and beautiful, one more than the other.

Zhuque's gaze fell on a small fox mask and secretly thought that it looked slightly more demonic. But then she heard Zhao Changhe say, "Shopkeeper, give me that one... yes, the one on your right, give me two!"

Zhuque watched as the shopkeeper handed over two pig masks, and Zhao Changhe held them with a silly smile, laughing so much that he couldn't close his mouth.

Zhuque was speechless, "Are you teasing me? How can you wear such masks and show your face to people?"

"Hey, you're here to find a mask that is completely different from your style. It shouldn't remind people of your sect. Of course, the cuter the better."

"But it shouldn't be a pig!"

"Why can't I?" Zhao Changhe said, "Look, even you didn't think you'd be a pig..."

Rosefinch: "?"

"Oh, I mean, even you didn't think you'd choose such a mask, so no one in the world would guess it when they see it, right?"

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Rosefinch thought it made sense... but then she refused him: "I'm not wearing it."

"Where did this stinky tsundere come from?" Zhao Changhe ignored her, put on a mask himself, and grinned as he leaned towards her face: "Luo luo luo~"

Rosefinch finally couldn't help but laugh.

This pig is so cute!

Without saying a word, Zhao Changhe took the opportunity to stuff another pig face into her hand: "Just take it, what's the big deal? I'm going to Jian Lake, can you prioritize?"

Rosefinch, who might have been scolded more in these two days than in the past ten years, was both amused and helpless. But she didn't throw away the pig face in her hand.

She just held it behind her back, as if being seen would be embarrassing.

Zhao Changhe looked around and whispered, "Your snake face has always been eye-catching. It's better to change it sooner. Just go into the alley and change it."

Rosefinch said, "Are you sure people are looking at my snake face or your pig face?"

"Uh, it might be my pig face... No." Zhao Changhe turned around and clenched his fist, "Are you asking for a beating?"

"You can't beat me anyway!" Rosefinch chuckled and dodged, actually going into the alley behind.

Zhao Changhe took a step forward, blocking the entrance of the alley, and turned his back to it.

Such tacit understanding.

Rosefinch sneaked a glance at his back, quickly took off her snake face, and put on the piglet.

This is a soft mask, it's quite comfortable to wear, not as scratchy as the low-quality goods she imagined. Being forced to wear a pig face, her mood improved a bit.

She put the Winged Fire Snake mask back into her bosom, looked up to see Zhao Changhe still standing still with his back to her, and Rosefinch suddenly remembered that day at Taiyi Sect, when he stood in front of Wang Daozhong, his back slightly sweaty, but he was as steady as a mountain.

Why think about this, Wang Daozhong has been beaten by me twice.

I'll hit him again next time I see him.

But she didn't know that Zhao Changhe's eyes were full of amazement at this moment.

The moment she took off the snake face and put on the piglet, he saw the true face of Miss Winged Fire Snake.

Her eyebrows were like willows, her eyes were like bright stars, her face was like powdered jade, and her lips were like painted vermilion. These were very conventional descriptions, but they were the most standard descriptions by Chinese literati for such women. Because she was not a rough woman from the martial arts world, but a very standard classical beauty... She was clearly a lady of a big family, and if someone said she was Tang Wanzhuang's sister, people would believe it.

Her real identity must not be ordinary either.

The glance she stole at him before putting on the mask was a bit playful, but it couldn't dilute the mature charm and... the hidden fierceness. That was completely subconscious, Zhao Changhe was sure that if she found out you dared to turn around, she could kill you instantly.

This glance let people know that she was a real killer from the demonic sect, not Tang Wanzhuang or Yue Hongling.

But... she's still so beautiful.

So beautiful that he regretted that the pig head covered her face too quickly, making him miss a second of her beauty.

"Hey, let's go, why are you standing here like a stump?" A pig head peeked out from beside him.

Zhao Changhe turned to look at her, and so two pigs stared at each other.

The atmosphere quieted for a moment, and then they both burst into laughter at the same time.

Rosefinch's mood inexplicably improved, and she felt that the pig face had its merits.

So she leisurely squeezed out of the alley from his side: "Let's go, let's go see Jian Lake, it should be very beautiful after the beginning of autumn."

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