The sky is not yet bright, and the earth is still wrapped in darkness.
A figure quietly arrived outside Douhun City. He sneaked into the underground black market in Douhun City. After showing his token, he was led to a hidden and luxurious room.
There are two chairs covered with precious animal skins in the front of the room. On the left sits a man dressed in black. His presence is so faint that it is almost invisible, making him almost merge with the night. Together.
Sitting on the other chair was Yao Zihua, the head of the Yao family.
He stared at the visitor with a pair of cold eyes, and after a while he sneered: "You were the one who sent me the letter? Who are you?"
The visitor said harshly in a rough voice: "Master Hei, I wonder if you can let me and the Yao family head alone for a while."
The man in black put down the tea cup in his hand and stood up calmly. Before going out, he did not forget to remind him: "If the Yao family master needs anything, you can ask at any time."
Yao Zihua gritted his teeth and said, "No, I must kill that enemy with my own hands!"
Kurosawa narrowed his eyes, then curled his lips and said with a smile: "Well, I wish the Yao family master all his wishes come true. The confidentiality money for meeting here can be put on the table when you leave."
The man in the cloak nodded slightly, and Kurosawa slowly walked out, and in the end he thoughtfully closed the door for the two of them.
Yao Zihua snorted coldly: "Stop pretending to be a fool. What is the purpose of inviting me here today?"
The person who came here took off the cloak on his head, and what was revealed was a form that was completely opposite to the voice.
It was a girl with a delicate and beautiful face, and a graceful and exquisite figure, as beautiful as a hibiscus emerging from the water.
But whether it's the arrogance between the girl's eyebrows or her air of dignity, no one dares to underestimate her.
"Is it you? Mo Fuyi?!"
Yao Zihua couldn't help but exclaimed. Although the Yao family is indeed not weak in Zifeng City, if compared with the Mo family, it pales in comparison.
As the proud daughter of the Mo family, why would Mo Fuyi write a letter to tell him this matter
Mo Fuyi's face was filled with sadness, and he saluted Yao Zihua: "Master Yao, that letter was indeed written by this junior. All this is my fault..."
"What?!" Yao Zihua couldn't help but stood up, "What's your fault?"
Could it be that there is something hidden in this
Mo Fuyi nodded with difficulty and sobbed: "At that time, during the initiation ceremony, Lu Jiuque openly humiliated the juniors, but Junior Sister Yao had an upright character and said a few words on behalf of the juniors...
Who knew... Who knew that Lu Jiuque was so mad that for such a trivial matter, he deliberately made trouble for Junior Sister Yao when she went to the Scripture Depository Pavilion the next day, and even arranged a life-or-death battle for alchemy.
Although the junior is in great pain, the peak masters and sect masters of the entire Soul Fighting Sect are all on her side. The junior's small words will have no effect at all.
I'm sorry, this is all the junior's fault... If it weren't for the junior... "
By the end of the sentence, Mo Fuyi started to choke.
It is said that tears are a woman's weapon, especially beautiful women. This weapon is more lethal.
Yao Zihua looked at the person in front of him who was about the same age as his daughter, and suddenly thought of his daughter, and couldn't help but feel soft.
Besides, Mo Fuyi really can't be blamed for this incident.
All these consequences are due to that snake-like heart of Lu Jiuque!