Zhong Liliu paused, as if he was still reminiscing about the grief and deep despair that enveloped him in the scene of nearly two thousand years. He took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions, paused, and continued. , "I thought it was just because I was discovered by others, I comforted myself, saying that it was not my friend who betrayed me! But what did you give me back?! Haha, the key to open the door of chaos! Beichen Moxuan, don't Posing like a saint in front of me, you'll just make me nauseous."
"I'm afraid our conversation can only go so far." Beichen Moxuan took a deep breath, shook his head helplessly, and said disappointedly, "No matter what I say to you, you will never reflect on your own mistakes, It's to blame others. Let's stop our conversation here, and also, Xing'er is dead, don't ask me about Xing'er again, don't say she's dead, even if she's not dead, I won't tell You and her whereabouts."
"Oh? I'm not in a hurry. Without your protection, I really want to see if Murong Xing'er's reincarnation can survive the attack of the Jiuli clan." Zhong Liliu smiled instead of anger, raised his eyebrows, and it was meaningful As he spoke, he looked at him with a half-smile, thought for a while, and continued, "Don't think about how to get in my way, but think about how to get out of this barrier, hehe." After speaking, Zhong Liliu continued. Turned around and left.
Beichen Moxuan sat on the bed, his beautiful brows were knitted together, he raised his hand and touched the jade pendant on his waist, Xing'er squinted slightly, and there was a firmness in his eyes that he had never seen before, Xing'er, you must wait for me, this time, even if I lose my life, I will definitely not let you suffer any more damage, absolutely.
Three days later, the prince and his party left Liaocheng and set foot on the road back to Beijing. On the 15th day, there was no more assassination problem on the way. The difference is that after the martial arts conference, Ling Zhongzheng disappeared, leaving only a letter saying that he had suddenly thought of something and wanted to check it, and left in a hurry.
The carriage stopped in front of the Xinglou, and Leng Yetong returned to the Xinglou as an old friend of Mingyuexuan and dressed up as Mingyuexuan.
In the study, Leng Yetong sat on his fox fur chair, his phoenix eyes raised slightly, looked at Zi Mo standing in front of him, and asked casually, "How is it? The martial arts conference is still exciting."
"Ouyang Xiangtian came to his subordinates after the martial arts conference, and asked Mingyuexuan to continue to attend the martial arts conference that will be held three months later as a referee." Zi Mo said respectfully, looking up at her expression. , paused, and added, "Because I don't know what the master's arrangement is, I gave him an ambiguous answer."
"Yeah." He responded with a single tone, without saying too much about whether he did it right or not. Zi Mo looked at her apprehensively, and his heart seemed to weigh as heavy as a large stone.
"Master, Chu Feng is here." Xiyue knocked on the door of the study softly and told her softly.
"Let him come in." Leng Yetong said lightly, Xiyue answered yes, gently opened the door of the study, Chu Feng walked in, and looked at Zi Mo dressed in Ming Yuexuan for a moment. , and then looked at Leng Yetong again, hesitated for a moment, and bowed to Leng Yetong.