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Chapter 219 The man in the coffin

When she woke up the next morning, Mu Wanqing had already crawled into Xu Qingyang's arms at some point. As for the 38th parallel on the bed, she had completely destroyed it.

Xu Qingyang was also slightly stunned, then hugged Mu Wanqing tightly, and kissed her forehead fiercely in her slightly sleepy gaze.

Mu Wanqing was stunned, as if she was a little shy, and then buried her head in Xu Qingyang's arms.

Looking at Mu Wanqing's expression, Xu Qingyang's heart became a little softer again.

"Didn't you say you're going to sleep in separate beds? Why? When I woke up in the morning, I was very honest and didn't move." Xu Qingyang teased.

"The first time I slept here, I recognized the bed. I woke up in the middle of the night and felt that if I didn't hold you, I would feel insecure, so." Mu Wanqing lowered her head shyly and said softly.

Xu Qingyang smiled proudly and hugged Mu Wanqing even tighter again.

Unexpectedly, Mu Wanqing would have such an idea, but thinking about it, the care he had been in for so long was not in vain.

At least, if you feel insecure, you will know that you will come to your arms.

Xu Qingyang lowered his head again, kissed Mu Wanqing on the forehead, and then hugged him tighter.

After a long time, seeing that it was getting late, Xu Qingyang reluctantly left the bed.

The two of them put on their clothes, had breakfast, and went out shopping.

Zhonglou County is not big, but the scenery is very good and has a charm of one step at a time.

Xu Qingyang walked out along the river, and for a moment he was very excited, "Ah, the sea is full of water, there is water in the river, and it's still clear, you are so beautiful!"

Mu Wanqing's pretty face turned slightly red, "What kind of poem do you have, it's messy."

"It is appreciated by both the elite and the masses. Although poetry is not good, you just need to know that I praise you for being beautiful." Xu Qingyang said proudly.

While they were talking, the two of them also left the city, but in the distance, there was a sudden sound of knocking and beating.

"Huh?" Xu Qingyang looked up and looked into the distance, with a little surprised expression. Soon, a group of people in the city walked out with coffins and a suona.

The group of people were wearing mourning clothes, and several people in the lead cried at the top of their throats. It seemed that they were doing funerals.

"Is this a dead person?" Mu Wanqing was a little surprised.

"What's the dead person? This is an activity that promotes folk customs. It seems that when I come here to travel, I can see such a scene almost every time." Someone next to me explained.

"What? Promote folk customs? How to promote funerals? How unlucky is this?" Xu Qingyang was a little surprised.

"Who knows, I can see it often." The man shook his head, and his face looked strange.

"Why don't I look like it?" Mu Wanqing was a little puzzled, "Look at the crying person, how sad it was."

Xu Qingyang looked over when he heard the sound, and was also a little surprised.

But soon, a coffin was carried by everyone and walked out of the city gate. Xu Qingyang glanced at it and suddenly saw that the coffin suddenly moved. Then, it seemed as if a hand suddenly took it back from the edge of the coffin board.

Seeing this scene, Xu Qingyang was stunned for a moment, then woke up, "Oh, it was really a performance. I saw someone in the coffin just now retracting his hand."

"So that?" Mu Wanqing was also surprised, "It's so strange, why is there a place to use this kind of thing as folk culture? I don't understand."

"Indeed, if you say that, the person who performs mourning is really loud. Tsk, his acting skills are good. I think the entertainment industry owe him an Oscar." Xu Qingyang said seriously.

"Puchi, you know, but it's really embarrassing to cry so loudly in front of so many people." Mu Wanqing couldn't help but laughed.

Xu Qingyang also laughed out loud. For a moment, people seemed to hear laughter. Many people looked back and glared fiercely.

This made Xu Qingyang feel a little embarrassed.

"Qingyang, why are you here?" Just when the two of them were a little embarrassed, a sound suddenly came from a distance. Then, Zhang Zhishui patted Xu Qingyang on the shoulder.

"Why are you two laughing? They are still laughing when they hold funerals?" Zhang Zhishui looked at Xu Qingyang with a suspicion.

"Hold funerals? Isn't it a folk performance?" Xu Qingyang's expression was strange.

"You are performing your head. Have you ever seen funeral performances? Are you not brainy?" Zhang Zhishui's expression was a little contemptuous.

"What? It's not a performance. I just told me that it often happens." Xu Qingyang was a little surprised.

"It's common. People die at home, but it's true that people die. You're still laughing here, be careful that there's something to look for you at night." Zhang Zhishui said.

"No, I just saw something in the coffin and retracted my hand." Xu Qingyang's expression suddenly became serious.

"No, something comes to you in broad daylight?" Zhang Zhishui's expression was a little weird.

"Okay, okay, shut up, you, what are you doing?" Xu Qingyang rolled his eyes, but he was also very strange in his heart.

"I'll come to find you and tell you, I'll go out to play, will you go?" Zhang Zhishui was very excited.

Xu Qingyang waved casually, "No need, Wanqing and I can just go around here. I don't want to go anywhere else."

"Okay, I wish you all a happy time." Zhang Zhishui blinked at Xu Qingyang, and then left mysteriously.

"What's going on? That team of people just now?" Mu Wanqing was a little confused. Obviously, she also noticed something was wrong.

"No matter what they are, let's find a place to eat. Curiosity kills the cat." Xu Qingyang shook his head slightly. Although he was curious, he did not go to find out.

"Okay." Mu Wanqing naturally obeyed and didn't say much.

Soon, the two of them entered a restaurant one after another.

It was time to have a meal now, and the restaurant was full and very lively.

When Xu Qingyang and the others went, many people were already sitting there.

After ordering a few special dishes, the two of them sat by the window eating dishes, chatting, and occasionally making fun of Mu Wanqing, which was a great joy in life.

However, soon, a man in costume appeared in the restaurant and walked around.

"Dear guests, friends from all over the world, welcome to our Zhenwei Restaurant. To thank everyone for dining here, our restaurant specially invited a master of tricks to change tricks and help you to entertain. I wish you a happy meal!" The waiter at the restaurant spoke.

Soon, the man in costume walked up to the crowd and started performing.

The face changed, fire-breathing, and all kinds of tricks were enough, but there was a hint of spiritual power on his body.

"This person is an awakened person." Mu Wanqing was a little curious.

"No, the talent of a B-level master." Xu Qingyang nodded slightly.

While he was talking, the man was also approaching the direction where Mu Wanqing and Xu Qingyang were.
Chapter completed!
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