I have to say that Luo Li attaches great importance to Mo Lingquan, a collaborator, and after learning that he wants to go to Southern Xinjiang, he asked people to bring all the information about Southern Xinjiang from Tianji Pavilion. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

While listening to the beautiful piano music, while flipping through the information in his hand, there are delicious pastries on the coffee table next to him, this is Mo Lingquan's current treatment.

"Whew..."

With a long breath, Mo Lingquan finally finished reading the thick stack of materials in his hand, and he didn't notice when Luo Li left.

There was a letterhead on the guqin that Luo Li played earlier, Mo Lingquan frowned, and driven by curiosity, he slowly walked to the guqin.

"Mo Gongzi personally enlightened!"

On the letterhead, a line of graceful small letters came into Mo Lingquan's eyes.

Smiling slightly, he shook his head helplessly, a faint afterfragrance came from the envelope, and Luo Li's beautiful face unconsciously appeared in front of him. Mo Lingquan was taken aback by this thought, and the moon took turns, suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart, and gently opened the envelope.

After quietly reading the contents of the envelope, a gleam flashed in Mo Lingquan's eyes, and he fell into deep thought.

In addition to some suggestions for Mo Lingquan's trip to southern Xinjiang, the letter mentioned Su Youhan, the young sect master of the Demon Sect.

Although there are not too many words, just one sentence, let Mo Lingquan beware, this person is not simple.

Could it be that Luo Li knew about the cooperation between herself and Su Youhan, or did she want to provoke the relationship between herself and Su Youhan? What did she mean by doing this?

After all, having said that, between him and Luo Li, Su Youhan, they are partners, but they are just a one-sided relationship.

The qi was running, and the letterhead in his hand turned into powder and scattered between heaven and earth.

Since I can't figure it out, I just don't think about it, the matter will come to light one day, and all I have to do now is to go to Southern Xinjiang and investigate the mastermind behind sending people to infiltrate the Hidden Sword Pavilion.

Even if it is not the black hand behind this matter, it must be inextricably linked with them.

The sky in the east has been exposed to the white of the fish's belly, out of the Cuiyan Building, although he has not slept all night, Mo Lingquan at this time has no sleep.

Mo Lingquan didn't know that what happened on the bright side of Cuiyan Building was passed into Yue Qingdai's ears word for word. With red and swollen eyes, after listening to the narration of Yi Zhang Yunqing of the Wushuang City Mansion below and Hua Rong, the guard of the city gate, her heart suddenly turned to ashes.

"You're damned... Why did you take Brother Ling Quan to Cuiyan Tower..."

Yue Qingdai looked at Wushuang City Mansion Yi Zhang Yunqing with hatred, and her eyes flashed with cold murderous intent.

"Your Highness spares your life... It's Mo Gongzi, it's he who forced the villain to take him to the Cuiyan Building, it's he who forced the villain..."

Wushuang City Mansion Yi Zhang Yunqing looked at Yue Qingdai with a frightened expression, kowtowing like pounding garlic.

"You are not allowed to speak ill of Brother Ling Quan, you must have forced him to go, right... Definitely..."

Yue Qingdai suddenly pulled out the long sword on the desk, and the blade of the sword pointed directly at the eyebrows of Yi Zhang Yunqing of the Wushuang City Mansion, and before she finished speaking, the long sword in her hand fell to the ground, lying on the desk and crying bitterly.

"Sister Qingdai..."

Luo Jin gently patted Yue Qingdai's fragrant shoulder, and comforted her softly.

"I don't want to listen... Don't listen..."

Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by Yue Qingdai covering her ears and shaking her head.

"Hey..."

Luo Jin sighed, his face full of helplessness.

"Man, there really isn't a good thing. ”

Nangong Yuyu, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.

"I don't want to hear anyone say bad things about Brother Ling Quan!"

Yue Qingdai cried for a moment, calmed down, and stood up with a cold face.

"You..."

Luo Jin sighed, shook his head, and said no more.

If this relationship can't be perfect, Qingdai would rather choose to have no regrets, no matter how beautiful the afterlife is, rather than lose the memory of him. ”

With a wave of his hand, the Qiushui Sword fell into his hand, the long sword was returned to the sheath, and Yue Qingdai's face rippled with a happy smile.

At the same time, in another attic in Wushuang City, a woman in a green shirt sat against the window, looking at the lark chasing outside the window, in a daze.

"Miss, why are you?

A gray-haired old man looked at the lovely man in front of him with pity.

"What does Hua Lao mean by this? I don't know if the snow falls. ”

The woman in the green shirt did not turn around, her face was calm.

"Have you forgotten the original vow?"

The white-haired old man Hua Lao looked at the delicate back in front of him with a bitter face, he brought her up since she was a child, although she was not related by blood, but she regarded it as her own.

"How dare you forget the falling snow, Hua Lao also told the falling snow that people can't help themselves in the rivers and lakes, isn't it?"

The woman in the green shirt was shocked, and quickly calmed down, her tone full of helplessness.

"You don't have to pay attention to this, after so many years, is there anything you can't see?"

The white-haired old man Hua Lao was a little excited, and he stepped forward to grab the fragrant shoulder of the woman in the green shirt, and his hand was halfway out, but he froze in mid-air.

"Can I not care? This duty has long been in the marrow of the marrow, lying in the blood of the blood, like a nightmare, lingering. ”

The woman in the green shirt stood up, her back was so weak and lonely.

"You can! Trust me, you can. ”

The man known as Hua Lao put his hand on the shoulder of the woman in the green shirt, his face full of pain.

"No... I can't..."

The woman in the green shirt turned around, and her beautiful face was dotted with tears, which was pitiful.

"If anyone dares to force you, I will kill him!"

The white-haired old man Hua Lao is like an angry lion.

"It's not worth it, it's really not worth it, you've given so much, too much for my mother, I can't be so selfish anymore. ”

The woman in the green shirt shook her head and looked at the white-haired old man Hua Lao with a sad expression.

"What's worth it, or what's not worth it. I promised Wanyun not to let you be hurt in the slightest, and I will do it. ”

A touch of tenderness flashed in the eyes of the white-haired old man Hua Lao, and he quickly covered it up.

"Hua Lao, thank you, this is fate, it's time to end. ”

A flash of gratitude flashed on the face of the woman in the green shirt, and she was immediately full of relief.

"Hey..."

The white-haired old man Hua Lao sighed, looking at the distant sky through the window, and a red sun was slowly rising.

Isn't the person in front of her the rising sun, but she is burdened with too many things that she shouldn't bear.

"Hua Lao, I'm sorry..."

A look of shame flashed on the beautiful face of the woman in the green shirt, and she immediately became firm again.

Looking out the window, the streets of Wushuang City gradually became lively. The figure of a white-robed young man was stretched very long by the morning glow of the sun.

The golden glow seemed to give him a set of golden armor.

"I'm sorry..."

The woman in the green shirt whispered, I don't know who to listen to, the white-haired old man Hua Lao didn't know when he had left, and in the attic, only the woman in the green shirt was left alone.

The calm before the storm, the whole world is embroiled in a shocking conspiracy. From the emperor's relatives to the peddlers' pawns, no one was spared.