บท 365: The Dead Master

There were many quiet places other than some noisy streets in the winter morning of Chang'an. For example, the little alleys that crossed the city.

Ning Que and Chen Pipi walked through the narrow alley. Nobody said anything for a long time. Chen Pipi glanced at him with several emotions in his eyes, which were hard to describe.

"If you want to ask? Then, ask."

Ning Que rubbed his slightly pale face and dispelled the tiredness in his body.

Chen Pipi shook his head.

Ning Que suddenly asked, "Did you want to know what the "m" meant?"

Chen Pipi shrugged and said nonchalantly, "Mastermind? Anyway, I don't care about these things."

Ning Que suddenly stopped. He raised his head and looked at the gloomy sky that had been segmented by tree branches. Chen Pipi looked up together with him with an odd expression, but did not see anything weird.