"Cough cough cough..." Murong Jian coughed violently, a stream of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
The cloaked man turned a blind eye, strode up to Murong Jian, kicked him hard, and rolled his kicked Gu Gu Lu Lu forward...
The man in the cloak followed slowly, Murong Jian stopped, and he kicked hard, Murong Jian stopped again, and he kicked Murong Jian again, treating Murong Jian like a ball, kicking him non-stop Gululu roll forward...
"Ah... ah... ah!" Murong Jian's miserable scream pierced through the clouds and resounded through the sky. His black hair was messy and messy, gray footprints were printed on his snow-white jacket, and the wound that had not healed was also kicked open. Quite a few, the bright red blood oozes out, staining the red clothes, how embarrassing it is, how embarrassing it is.
"I'll kill you!" Murong Jian yelled angrily, stretched out his hand and pulled out the long sword that was close at hand, and stabbed viciously at the cloaked man...
The man in the cloak sneered, turned sideways to avoid the attack, reached out and snatched the long sword, and hit Murong Jian's chest with his backhand, knocking him three or four meters away, hitting the wall hard, causing burning pain all over his body.
"Murong Jian, you only have this ability, it's really bad." The cloaked man put his long sword on the ground, squinted at Murong Jian, his eyes and brows were full of mockery.
Murong Jian raised his head to look at the cloaked man little by little, the raging anger in his eyes seemed to swallow him alive: "If you have the ability, you will kill me."
"Okay!" The cloaked man nodded, swung the long sword in his hand suddenly, brought up a series of fierce afterimages, and stabbed Murong Jian mercilessly: If he begs for death so sincerely, he will give him a good time...
Seeing that the long sword was about to stab Murong Fitness, a clear female voice suddenly came over: "It's midnight, it's really lively here!"
The movement of the man in the cloak suddenly stopped, and he looked around, only to see a girl in a smoky purple dress coming in gracefully. Her jet-black hair was combed into a simple bun, and there was a purple gem hairpin in her hair. The smoky purple long dress complemented each other, making her bright little face beautiful and indescribable.
The man in the cloak narrowed his sharp eyes: "Murong Xue, why are you here?"
"I heard that there is excitement here, so I came to take a look. Unexpectedly, as soon as I entered the door, I saw you killing Murong's servant." Murong Xue was full of smiles, and her cold eyes swept over the man in the cloak, Murong Jian.
Zhen Guohou's Mansion is several blocks away from here, and it's midnight now, Murong Xue couldn't walk here, she appeared here, probably because she has been sending people to monitor here, knowing every move here...
The man in the cloak looked coldly: "You are really worried about your second uncle..."
Murong Xue's eyes were cold: "He stole the thing I wanted the most and traded it with others. Of course I don't trust him. I don't know who you are? You came here in the middle of the night to trade with my second uncle..."
"I have nothing to say." The cloaked man replied coldly, and swung his sword across Murong Jian's neck: "Get out of here immediately, or I will kill him!"
Murong Xue raised her eyebrows: "If he is dead, you will never find the thing you want..."
The man in the cloak didn't take it seriously: "I never need to get that thing..." Just make sure that Murong Xue doesn't get that thing...
Murong Xue's complexion was gloomy, and she looked at the man in the cloak with cold eyes: "We know each other!" The one who killed Murong Yue was his good friend, and the man in the cloak in front of him is definitely familiar with her...
"So what?" The cloaked man's eyes were dim: Murong Xue couldn't get the things, and if he couldn't take off his cloak, he would never know his true identity...
Murong Xue looked at the man in the cloak coldly, a cold light flashed in her eyes.
Murong Jian looked at the proud expression of the man in the cloak, and a sinister and cold light flashed in his eyes. If he couldn't find anything, he wouldn't know his true identity...
"Murong Xue, what you want is in the blue and white porcelain vase behind you."
"Really?" Murong Xue turned around and looked at the blue and white porcelain vase, only to see the vase standing at the door, about half the height of a person, just a vase for viewing...
It turned out that Murong Jian hid the ebony box here, no wonder his people searched for it for so long but couldn't find it!
The cloaked man's eyes froze, he tapped his toes, and rose into the air. His slender body left afterimages in mid-air. In the blink of an eye, he jumped in front of the blue and white porcelain bottle, and reached out to grab the bottle...
Two men in black suddenly appeared, with a burst of sharp sword energy in their hands, stabbing the man in the cloak mercilessly.
The man in the cloak was forced to take a few steps back, and after standing still quickly, he found that two men in black appeared in the room, standing in the four directions of southeast, northwest, and surrounding him. They held long swords in their hands and looked at Looking at him, with sharp eyes and murderous aura all over his body, he was the legendary Shadow Guard of the Marquis of Zhen Guo.
Murong Xue came prepared!
"I've been looking for the things in the blue-and-white porcelain bottle for a long time. I can't give it to you. I'm sorry." Murong Xue said with a smile, grabbed the neck of the blue-and-white porcelain bottle, and turned it upside down. The small ebony box fell out of the bottle.
Murong Xue reached out to catch the ebony box, inspected it carefully, and confirmed that it was non-toxic and free of traps, took out the silver key she carried with her, gently inserted it into the hidden lock on it, twisted it hard, and heard a "click", The hidden lock was unlocked, and the ebony box was slowly opened, only to find a sheet of white paper and a scroll lying quietly inside.
The man in the cloak had a very bad premonition in his heart. With a flip of his wrist, powerful internal force flew out and hit the ebony box fiercely. Unexpectedly, the Four Shadow Guards suddenly drew their swords and formed a formation. Relentlessly blocked his internal force back...
The face of the man in the cloak was instantly gloomy. The current shadow guard is more powerful than ten years ago. Is it due to the current young master
Looking up at Murong Xue, she saw that she had picked up the scroll in the ebony box, opened it gently, and saw that the scroll was mounted very delicately, and on the painting was a 14-year-old girl, dressed in the color of a concubine. Baidieyi, dancing under the viburnum tree.
The fluttering Qionghua sprinkled her all over, as if she didn't know it, bathed in the rain of Qionghua, dancing happily, her bright little face had a bright smile...
"The person in the painting is... Mother!" Murong Ye stepped forward and looked at the woman in the painting with amazement.
"En!" Murong Xue nodded, this painting was put here ten years ago, the woman in the painting looks exactly like her, it is definitely Shen Ruoli.
The person who painted the picture vividly outlined Shen Ruoli's voice, face and smile, and reproduced it vividly. It can be seen that the person has exhausted his thoughts for this painting, and he loves and admires the person in the painting very much.
Murong Xue lowered her head to look at the inscription, only to see that there was a famous stamp on it, and three bold characters could be vaguely seen: Ye Zixi!