"Brother Mu ~ Master's dagger, is it time to return it to Lord?" Feng Mo Ran walked a few steps, turned his head, half-squinted his demon eyes, and asked in an evil voice, Hearing this, Qing Muli's elegant and indifferent expression on his face remained unchanged, with a shallow smile on his lips, and he asked instead of answering: "What does the prince think?"

"What do you think?" Feng Mo Ran chuckled, "Hmph, I think that Brother Mu is planning to negotiate with Ye on what conditions." (The best experience of reading the novel is in [])" "Qing Muli is an old fox, how can he easily return the dagger to himself, he must have something in exchange."

"Another way to call it. Qing Muli's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, always thinking about the question of the three words "Brother Mu" that Feng Mo Dye called him, a dagger, if it does not have any special meaning, or what unknown stories are given, and secrets, its own value is not enough to talk about many conditions, if it is really an important thing, Feng Mo Dye will not throw it out casually, and forget it when he turns his head, until he wants to use it, he remembers again, since it is a useful weapon for her, no matter what else it is, it should be enough to just let Feng Mo Dye change his name for himself.

"Okay, return the dagger to the master~" Feng Mo Ran pursed her thin lips, smiled and looked ill-willed, and promised so happily, it was a little unexpected by Qing Muli, but, looking at her slightly obscene expression, Qing Mu felt a little unreliable, but when she thought of Feng Mo Ran and didn't seem to be a person who could talk, she suppressed the weird feeling in her heart, frowned lightly, Qing Mu stretched out her big hand, took out a dagger from the wide wide-mouth sleeve, and handed it to Feng Mo Ran, she reached out and took it when she saw this, and then turned her head and left, but before leaving, she didn't forget to say thank you……

"Thank you, Xiao Mumu~" There was no lack of laughter in his tone, after hearing this, Qing Muli suddenly felt that a mouthful of old blood was stuck in his throat, he was really too stupid and naïve, forget it, or give up resistance. He likes to dye with the wind, he is really tired......

Farewell to the brothers and sisters, the preparation that Feng Mo Ran said was just to explore the surrounding terrain. The empty field where she is now is a place where people who participate in the hunting meeting gather, but the actual location of the event is not here. It seems that there is still some way to go. After a while, Feng Mo Dye walked around a few times, and the people who arrived today also appeared one after another, and among these people who arrived later, there were many people who had seen Feng Mo Dye, and even intersected, for example, Xian Bei Lie, and then for example. Her imperial uncle - Feng Renzong.

A wicked smile appeared on her lips, she was now lying on her side on a big tree in the first empty field, choosing a location with a global field of vision, hiding her own breath, what happened below, all at a glance, most of the camp tents on the empty field had been removed, and I don't know where Qing Muli went with Qing Yuyan, anyway, Feng Mo Ran didn't see the two of them below, as for those characters who came one after another......

Officials attending hunting conventions. Most of them are military generals, and very few come by carriage, and as for the biggest posture, it is none other than the wind and ink dye, which has no ability. But the imperial uncle who takes himself the most seriously, he is not in a carriage, but a high-level imperial sedan chair carried by manpower, and there are hundreds of people in front and back, which can be described as full of scenery and gives him enough face. Feng Mo felt funny in his heart, why are there always some fools, I don't know it, I have to wait for others to clean up, I can only be surprised......

After another moment, it seems that it has come to what time, Feng Mo Ran's ancient concept of time has always been difficult to grasp, only know that it is about seven o'clock in the morning, people seem to have come almost now, ready, the big army should set off, but, Feng Mo Dye has a slight doubt in his heart, always feel that this kind of large-scale event, should not be missing some big people, Qing Muli chord Beilie is here, other incredible existence, why haven't you arrived yet?

Feng Mo Ran frowned lightly, she wanted to cultivate at night, when she first arrived here yesterday, she looked around, but she didn't see the little tsundere's figure, I thought I would wait for a night, and I should see it, but I didn't think that by now, he was about to set off, he still didn't show up, did he not participate? or...... It seems that in addition to the Dragon Saint, there is also a ruthless character on one side, who did not show up, is it possible, is it a different way?

Because this hunting conference, is Hua Dye is responsible for arranging, so Feng Renzong's swing in the front to lead the way, it seems that the opening ceremony of the conference is not carried out here, everyone is aware of this, and then after packing their luggage, with Feng Renzong's imperial sedan chair, Qi Qi dispatched, Feng Mo Dye lay on the tree did not move, but paused for a long time, only lazily got up, not in a hurry to the opposite direction of the place where everyone was advancing, sure enough, as she expected, did not go far, she found a good black horse, it was the one she rode when she came！

Hooked the corners of his lips, Feng Mo Dye knew that with Qing Muli's thoughtfulness, he would definitely be able to guess her purpose, as for why he helped her, it was not simple, Feng Mo Dye was not easy to mess with, Qing Muli couldn't be clearer, until last resort, naturally no one wanted to be enemies of each other, after all, they were not ordinary characters, and now they are willing to intervene, it is just a great opportunity to give favors...... Feng Mo Ran paused, and with a neat movement, he turned over and got on the horse, untied the reins that restricted the movement of the black horse, held it in his hand instead, raised the whip, and whipped it hard, and the horse hurt when he got off the horse, and suddenly ran away.

Along the way, there was no more episode, Feng Mo Dye has been following the second half of the team, everyone's line, that is, nearly two hours, arrived at the real hunting place, it was already noon, and did not go out of the valley, but seemed to surround the depths of the valley, turned around most of the circle, until entering a huge empty field, Feng Renzong's imperial sedan chair can be regarded as stopping.

The empty field that everyone arrived, covering a wide area, the area is immeasurable, on the field, there are a lot of seats, distributed in a row, there are nearly ten rows of positions, on each low table, there are a few dishes of wine and food, hot and white, it seems that it has just been done, Feng Renzong's seat, is a high seat outside these seats, he thinks he is the organizer of the conference, he should be the master, he wants to be higher than the guest, he is very consciously set up such a position for himself, Feng Mo Ran can't help but want to laugh at him, I have to say that Feng Renzong is a little stupid, but the efficiency of the work, and the quality, it is reasonable, and the big things do not understand, and you can only deal with some small things...... (To be continued.) )