Duanmu Yawang didn't expect to hear such a sentence, her eyes narrowed: "Grandpa, you also want to enter Wangzhi Street?"

"right."

Duanmu Yawang chuckled lightly, with a cool chill in her eyes: "Grandpa, I want to go to the streets of arrogance. Until now, few people know about it. You said you followed me for only a few days. How do you make me believe? ?"

About Wangzhijie, she still knew it through Wenshen's mouth, and after knowing some news about Wangzhijie, she had never mentioned the term to anyone other than Xiaobailu.

However, as soon as the old man appeared, he knew that she was going to go to the streets of arrogance.

"Miss Duanmu, don't overreact, please listen to my explanation."

"Yes, you say."

Seeing that Duanmu Yawang was still calm, the old man heaved a sigh of relief and said, "In fact, I met you four days ago."

"meet?"

Duanmu Ya looked up and raised her eyebrows, questioning the word: "I don't remember seeing you four days ago. What is the location..."

Four days ago, she didn't even know that the dark street was called Wangzhi Street!

"On West Street."

Duanmu Yawang was taken aback.

The old man looked at her expression and continued: "Actually, I came here for only six or seven days before and after. The purpose of my coming this time is to enter the Wuji Street, so I will be especially concerned about the Wrong Zhan Street. , I also found the inn closest to Wangzhi Street to live in, the purpose is to learn more about Wangzhi Street."

After that, he took a sip of tea, raised his eyes to look at Duanmu Yawang, and said: "I think, I don't need to say more about my old man, you should know how I met you?"

Duanmu Yawang pursed her lips and said nothing.

The old man sighed: "The first time I saw you nearby at night, I was really surprised. Later, I found out that you would go to that place every day. If you didn't want to go to Wuzhi Street, why did you act like this?"

Duanmuya squinted her eyes: "So, you guessed that I wanted to enter the Wandering Street by virtue of this incident?"

"Exactly."

Duanmu Yawang smiled, her face kept silent, and the old man couldn't tell whether she believed her words, "Miss Duanmu, I have no malice against you."

"Is it?"

Duanmu Ya glanced at him and said faintly: "You and I have met in Lingyue Pavilion twice, and it can be considered a acquaintance, not to mention that you generously gave me the obsidian profound iron, and I actually paid you back in my heart. I am very grateful. So, if you just met me and showed up with an open mind, I might believe you, now..."

Speaking of the back, her voice stretched a bit, and there was a smile on her lips.

The old man sighed without arguing. He just looked at this Duanmu Ya and said: "Miss Duanmu, I think in fact, no matter when I appear, you won't actually believe me, right?"

Duanmu Yawang sips the tea lightly, and does not speak, that is to say, she doesn't mean to deny it.

The old man looked at Duanmu Yawang earnestly: "Miss Duanmu, you really don't think about traveling with me on a trip to the arrogant street?"

"Don't tell me, grandpa, I really hope someone can take me into the streets of stubbornness, but I'm curious, for nothing, why would you show up in person and invite me to walk with you?"

The old man took a sip of tea, and seeing that he was finished, he was about to refill a cup, but Duanmu Yawang took the lead in lifting the teapot and poured a cup for him.

"Thank you." The old man smiled, "The first time we met in Lingyue Pavilion, we met through tea tasting. Actually, it didn't take long, but it seems that more than half a year has passed since I think about it."

"Yes." Duanmu Yawang responded in cooperation, and then straightforwardly said: "Grandpa, don't be joking, you can't even get in Wuji Street, how can I walk with you?"

"You can go in." The old man took a sip of tea and smiled mysteriously.

Duanmuya looked at her eyes flashing, "Although I don't know where the grandfather said this? I heard that entering the Street of Wrongdoing not only requires a pair of purple-eyed people, but also requires a magic card to do it, I don't have either of these."

The old man didn't answer, raising his eyebrows: "You don't need to know too much, don't you want to go in?"

"Grandpa, cooperation emphasizes sincerity and frankness. For those who have nothing to comment, do you think I would choose to cooperate with them?" Duan Mu Yawang also poured herself a cup of tea, and asked with a faint smile.

The old man looked helpless: "Miss Duanmu, you can choose to believe me."

"I won't make such a choice. I don't even know who you are. Why do you want me to believe you?" Duan Mu Yawang sneered, drank the tea in the cup in her hand, put down the cup and began to chase off guests: "I am a person who likes to be alone, don't like walking with others, and even more don't like walking with strangers. Grandpa, please come back."

The old man squinted his eyes and looked at her closely.

Duanmu Yawang looked back at him coldly.

"I was abrupt today." The old man stood up and sighed. Duanmu Yawang looked coldly and said: "What happened today, I don't want to happen again."

The old man knew that she was referring to his stalking her, and nodded: "Miss Duanmu, goodbye."

"No."

The old man flashed his body and disappeared.

Duanmuya narrowed her eyes and looked out the window thoughtfully, and Xiao Bailu said at this time: "Master, what do you think this old man came to do for you?"

Duanmu Yawang shook his head: "I don't know."

"Could it be that he can't get in the Wrongful Street by himself, and wants you to take him in?"

Duan Muya glanced at him, "Is your brain eaten up? I can't get in by myself, so how can I bring others in?"

"But the young master sees him as if he's sure you can go in."

Duanmu Yawang walked from the window to the bed, sat down and took off his outer robe while saying, "Didn't you fall asleep before, did you hear this?"

"Since you just talked to him, my little master woke up!" Little Bailu said in an annoyed manner: "You two have been chatting for so long, can I still sleep well?"

"This is not necessarily the case. Your sleep performance is not worse than your hard work when you are about to sleep."

Little Bailu felt that he had been insulted, snorted, thought about it, and expressed his opinion: "Master, I think you better don't believe him."

"Nonsense, if I choose to believe him, I will drive him away?"

"My little master is afraid that you will feel soft in the future."

Duanmuya rolled her eyes, too lazy to pay attention to him.

Little Bailu remembered something and corrected him: "By the way, Master, what does it mean that he gave you the obsidian black iron? Obviously you changed the medicine for him, okay?"

"Do you think the value of my bottle of medicine is comparable to obsidian profound iron?" Duan Mu Yawang took off his shoes, turned on the bed, raised his eyebrows and asked him.