Eleven was about to leave, but saw Wei Wuyang standing around the corner at some point. He couldn't help but say, "What are you doing? There is a threshold in front of you, don't trip and throw us away."

Wei Wuyang nodded as saying hello. However, he had no reaction to the latter.

Seeing that he had no reaction, he just thought he was bored, so he got up and left, but heard Wei Wuyang say behind him, "I heard that Duer is good at using mechanisms. It is said that dealing with such people... it is not necessarily true to see."

Eleven was stunned for a moment before realizing what Wei Wuyang was saying, and replied, "Xiying, I only believe in the knife in my hand."

Wei Wuyang shook his head, looked at Eleven's back and said, "You lost."

Eleven has left.

Eleven like the same shadow, walking through the city wall where Duer stood, walking through the house where Duer lived...

There were almost no traces of life in the room, only a pile of rice paper on the table that had not been cleaned. Eleven walked closer with gentle steps and flipped over.

It seems that she likes to eat. The messy rice paper in the house is written with buns from Lizi in Dongcheng, and pastries that were sold in the door for only one hour... I don't know why there is a big cross on the chestnut? She is proficient in mechanisms. Eleven saw many messy drawings in her residence - unfortunately, Eleven didn't understand them at all; she was actually very rational, and she could clearly touch their background in half a day. He saw her marking the bottom of the movie that she had to drag it to the end before meeting - Eleven thought about it, and drag it to the end before she met. Then Duer wanted to hide from him before, and should not hide in the streets or city walls.

Eleven's hand suddenly stopped - the purpose was a cute little beast with exquisite painting and lifelike painting.

Looking up, it turned out to be a list posted at the city gate.

Want to hide from me? Eleven smiled gently.

It is said that Duer has a close relationship with the city lord, and the old man and Mr. Ronghua have a good relationship with her. As a shadow, Eleven has known important people from all over the world. Although he has never seen this craftsman before, he has grasped the key points after seeing him for a few strokes. His writing is extremely clean and neat and not slow, but he is not sharp at all. There is only a bright and bright light in the painting - it is really too much like Ronghua.

I just rolled up the paper and wanted to put it in my arms. Eleven's abacus was excellent - to reveal the list! No matter where Duer was hidden, he had to come out.

In the joy, I heard footsteps coming towards Duer's room - Didn't Duer go to hide from him? Why are there anyone else?

Without having time to think about it, Eleven directly leaped and hid on the beam of the house.

Watson came in, holding a feather duster in his hand, rubbing it slowly and rubbing it slowly.

"Why is the table so messy again?" Watson saw the paper on the table directly under the beam of the room and muttered helplessly. He began to slowly organize it.

It was not easy to have a good time here on Eleven. The beam was originally very spacious, but I don’t know when a large frame was placed in the middle of the beam. There was a large bag of things inside, which directly squeezed the place where Eleven could accommodate very small. Eleven had to stand one foot on the beam, and the arms could not touch the big basket, and the clues could not be seen by the people below. Fortunately, the space above the beam was large enough, and Eleven could only hold their arms upright, which was extremely painful.

"Why is there a list here?" Watson began to "muggle" again. He wanted to walk out with the paper.

Eleven wanted to fly down and take away the list - he didn't want to go to the city gate to reveal the list. Now the city is strictly prohibited, so it will inevitably be a lot of trouble.

"Forget it, let's clean it up first." Watson seemed to hear Eleven's thoughts, and put the paper back and went out.

Eleven breathed a sigh of relief, and turned over the lower beam and held the piece of paper and wanted to leave.

"Ah, where is my feather duster?" Watson suddenly pushed open the door with his backhand.

After looking around, there was no clue. But the piece of paper on the table was gone. Watson smiled silently. "It turns out that running around here is really not a good thing."

When he heard the sound defense position on the eleventh, he found that Watson had just taken something from the shelf at the door. He heard Watson "mouth" again and then walked slowly.

He slowly crawled out from under the table. After no delay, he left Duer's room directly.

Thinking of Watson's words, no matter how I think about it, I'm talking about myself again. I moan my teeth all the way, and I want to go to Ronghua all the way.

"Ah--Young Master Eleven, I finally found you." Watson followed behind, with an unconcealed smile on his lips.

When Eleven saw this, he pretended to be calm. "Is there anything wrong?"

"Oh, nothing happened." A chuckling similar to Duer flashed in Watson's eyes, "I just haven't found you-Miss Duer asked me to tell you that she is waiting for you at Mr. Ronghua. Don't go the wrong way to waste your time."

"What?" Eleven blurted out.

He looked for her so seriously, got the list so hard, and thought so hard about how to get close to her, and finally thought about the countermeasures and finally avoided Watson. Then Watson said, Miss Duer asked me to come to you. She said she was at Ronghua.

Then what are his these? He smiled on his face and was so angry that his liver hurt.

But when I saw Watson still maintaining that obvious smile, I didn't ask much, and hurried away.

Watson watched his back, and this time he really used the volume of "Mugu" as he should: "Young master - your face is almost the same as a calico cat." It's worth noting that he hung a large basket of "good materials" on it.

But Duer was still thinking about how to pass the afternoon level, and Ronghua didn't bother him, but just took the time to explain the strengths of Xiaoyao faction to Duer clearly.

"The Xiaoyao School is good at three types: light skills, medicine and institutions."

"Mechanism?" Duer widened his eyes.

"That's right. So I'm very surprised that your mechanism is so good, but I don't know the Xiaoyao faction."

"I don't know any faction. Keep talking." Duer was thinking of a way, and said in a rough voice.

"The mechanism has long been declining, and I'm afraid even the senior brother of Xiaoyao will not. Therefore, the Xiaoyao Sect actually only has light skills and medicine. Although it is quite respected, it is not as good as other sects at this time."

"It's easy to say about light skills, but I really know nothing about medicine..." Duer looked bitter.

"Then why did you agree to the master?" Ronghua finished processing another document and looked over with a smile.

As always, it was not aggressive. Ronghua worked hard for several days and was reduced a lot. Her clothes seemed a little wide. When she smiled at her, she looked more like a handsome young man in the turbid world, and even more disgusting.

"I'm not..." Duer muttered to himself.

"Young Master, someone posted the list a few days ago. He said he had to meet his master." Someone came to report.

"But a young man who looks ordinary?" Duer slowly leaned on the chair and smiled suddenly.

"No." The person who sent the message looked at Ronghua before answering.

"It's a--" The person below looked puzzled and pointed at the bottom.

Ronghua thought about it and asked the person who was sending the message to go back first. He took Duer to the hidden corner and signaled Duer to come here, where he could see the person.

There is a large bunch of decorative screens in front of it, and I don’t know how the house is designed. From here, you can really see the scene of the side hall used as a living room.

With a back, the man had wide shoulders and long legs. He looked like a trainer. Only the side face could be seen in the screen. But the side face was also firm and eye-catching. At the same time, there was a lot of gray on his face. He had a beautiful face and was painted with dust on his face - it was impossible to tell people not to pay attention.

This is not in line with the eleventh image.

But I don’t know that it was this one that Eleven bet. Duer had a sudden inspiration to make Watson play tricks on him and make him angry. Only those in anger would easily miss it. Otherwise, if Duer really fought with Eleven, the ending would be that Duer lost. Obviously Duer got his wish. Unfortunately—

The angry Eleven is truly terrible.

Looking at the list in a group of messy papers, it was still very neat and had very old creases. It shows that the owner has always cherished it very much. As for why it is in a messy paper, it may be because the owner has something to do temporarily and has not had time to be regular.

For example, if you get the five factions in two days, isn’t Duer just overwhelmed?

Probably, maybe not.

It is best to distinguish the true or false naturally, but what would you do if I left immediately? Duer, can you afford to bet?

Eleven gently curled the corners of his mouth.

......

Duer is really amazing and dares to use Ah Kuang to make a move. Duer also overestimated herself, and she was far from calm as she imagined.

Duer lowered his head - he didn't dare to stare at Eleven's back, for fear of being discovered. But he couldn't help but speculate for a long time.

The body shape is not similar, the voice is not similar, and the shape is not similar. Isn’t it Eleven? With Eleven’s personality, shouldn’t we pretend to be someone who can’t even be picked out in the crowd? Then - did you really find Ah Kuang?

But what if Eleven deliberately did the opposite?

Is it really impossible?

"Is it really sleepy?" Duer stood up.

"Is it Ah Kuang?" Duer looked at Ronghua, and there was a moment of earnestness in his eyes.

"The list is naturally a slut." Ronghua said.

Duer was excited and almost wanted to rush out immediately. Ah Qian, did you really find it?

Where exactly did it go?

Have you lost weight?

Did you suffer? Are you blaming her for not paying attention to it?

Sorry, really sorry.

I have no experience and don't know how to take care of it.

Ignore you, sorry.

Duer's sanity is almost missing.

If Ronghua hadn't held her, she would have rushed out long ago.

"I don't come early or late, but I'm here now. I guess it's that, Eleven. Can you beat him?"

"But I can't afford to bet!" Duer controlled his voice not too high.

She can't afford to bet. What if it is really, it's really a sleepy one?

She has missed it once, will she miss it a second time?

What is a dilemma? What is living a life like a year?
Chapter completed!