The streets teemed with people, and a few officers patrolled the taverns and teahouses.
Yang Dabiao, who had already been promoted to Thousand-Household Commander, sat in a teahouse wearing the red robes of the Scarlet Qilin Guard, chatting idly with Fei Ji:
"Monk Jibei, does this place..."
"Have any chicks?"
"Get lost! Who would think about that sort of thing in broad daylight..."
On a distant street, the ever-workaholic Linghu Qingmo had taken no break and was still supervising his subordinates' patrols.
Now holding a post in the Scarlet Qilin Guard, Linghu Qingmo wore red robes embroidered with a qilin, a black gauze cap on his head and a sword at his waist. He looked like a valiant, dashing female master constable.
But his boyfriend was back, and even the most dutiful woman could hardly avoid a ripple in her heart.
Linghu Qingmo paced along the street, occasionally glancing up at the sky to see whether he could spot A Huan's flight.
Yet after all that furtive searching, he found no one in the sky. Instead, his vision went black as someone covered his eyes, then swept him into an alley.
?!
Linghu Qingmo's expression shifted slightly, and he immediately gripped his sword hilt. But when he sensed the familiar masculine presence behind him, his movement paused, and he merely said icily:
"Xie Jinhuan! How dare you!"
"Hehe~ Lord Linghu, that outfit is gorgeous. Look at this fat-headed qilin. So big, big, big, big~~~"
Crackle-
Xie Jinhuan had just been about to help lighten Momo's load when an electric shock made him shudder. He said rather helplessly:
"We haven't seen each other in so long, and you hit me the moment we meet?"
Linghu Qingmo pulled away the hand covering his eyes. Only after confirming that the alley was