The middle-aged man named Mo San was stunned when he heard this. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Immediately, another layer of green energy flashed on his face.

"Pattern?" he asked rhetorically, with a sneering tone and an indescribable sharpness: "In the remote corner of Liaoxi, do you want to talk about the pattern in vain?

The undisguised sarcasm, when it comes from his mouth, has a different mean meaning.

Huan Zicheng's face did not have a trace of expression, and his voice was cold and flat: "What Mr. said is very true. That's why I asked my husband to help. ”

After that, he seemed to want to laugh, but in vain.

On that cold face, all the emotions that represented joy, joy and pleasure seemed to be impossible to truly represent.

As a result, there was a plausible slight arc on his lips, not so much a laugh as a subconscious action.

Mo San stared at his face for a while, then lazily propped his hand on the table, supported half of his head, and said lightly: "If this is the case, why should there be fewer people? ”

"I know. Huan Zicheng's voice was silent, as if he had no emotion at all.

The dumb slave on the side sneered and said, "The treasure in the basement is exchanged for gold, and it is enough to raise a thousand dead soldiers." When did the Mo family become so greedy for money?"

Mo San's face stiffened, and a trace of anger quickly crossed his eyes.

It's just that his full body of momentum, in front of the master and servant, he always can't get half a response, the other party is cold, the other is indifferent, and he doesn't take him seriously.

Thinking about Huan Zicheng's methods, as well as the unpredictable martial arts of this dumb slave, Mo San's arrogance finally became two points shorter, and after a pause, he changed his tone and said slowly: "Although my surname is Mo, I have already lost contact with my family. Without those treasures to open the way, I would not have been able to connect with my people. These fifty dead soldiers are not easy to come by. ”

seems to be complaining, but there is no resentment in his tone, and he is just and peaceful.

Huan Zicheng didn't say anything, and went to look up at the sky again.

The dumb slave on the side laughed and said, "That's it, my Huan clan doesn't care about your Mo clan in this matter, I just hope that Mr. won't be so stingy in the future, and when it is time to make a move, he should also make a move." ”

It seems that this dumb slave is here to bargain, but Huan Zicheng maintains the demeanor of the crown clan Langjun who does not ask about general affairs in these matters.

Mo San's eyes showed a little sarcasm, and he said unhurriedly: "At this moment, what are you talking about, what are you talking about? Huan Dalang is arrogant, but he doesn't even bother to say anything in front of me, so why bother?" At the end, his tone was already quite sour.

The corners of Huan Zicheng's mouth moved, and a quiet voice sounded: "Mr. Zhuyu is on the side, gold and silver are in hand, and you can speak loudly." ”

Although the words were peaceful, every word was full of mockery.

Mo San's face immediately turned pale, and he opened his mouth with his eyes protruding, but he finally didn't make a sound.

In front of Huan Zicheng, he really didn't have that confidence.

A few months ago, Huan Zicheng suddenly came to the door and pointed out that in a mountain col hundreds of miles away from Linyu County, there was a treasure of the former Qin, which was hidden by a prince in the twenty-third generation of Qin, and the gold and jade jewelry in it was worth ten thousand gold.

Huan Zicheng used this treasure in exchange for the Mo family to help him do things, and Mo San responded when he got the treasure after he found out that the treasure was indeed correct.

It's not that he has a shallow vision, and in the name of the Mo family, he actually covets these external objects, which is really a last resort for him.

Today's Mo clan is not as good as before.

More than 30 years ago, I don't know what happened in the Mo clan, and all the elite children in the clan were buried in a mountainside, especially the Yanzhi line, and almost all the troops were wiped out.

Since then, those subtle tricks have basically been lost, and the Mo clan, which had no heirs, has fallen silent more and more.

In the past 30 years, the Mo clan and their children have been scattered all over the Three Kingdoms, like a plate of scattered sand, each making a living, and can no longer be united. And he Mo San, the nineteenth generation grandson of the side branch of the dignified Mo family, even though he has great ambitions, he has to live in seclusion in Liaoxi County of Chen State, living a life like a farmer.

Such a bleak day can't drown the block in his chest.

At that time, the Mo clan used mechanical techniques to crisscross the Central Plains, but now they have settled into separate houses, even if they have some connection with each other, they can no longer reproduce the prosperity of that day. Every time he thought of this, Mo San could only sigh.

And this treasure offered by Huan Zicheng gave Mo San hope to reorganize the Mo clan.

Although money is not important, if you want to revive the Mo clan, money is a very important item and indispensable.

Looking at the sky, Mo San doesn't have this kind of ability, and few people in their entire Mo family can. Because of this, the treasure is obviously close at hand, but Mo San must know it through Huan Zicheng's mouth.

For this alone, he couldn't speak out loud in front of Huan Zicheng.

Naturally, in front of the Mo family, Mo San's rhetoric is another set.

With this big fortune in his hands, he has the capital to gather the children of the Mo family and regroup. Even if he can't revive the Mo clan, it's not a bad thing for him to do half of the patriarch, isn't it?

Speaking of which, the Mo clan has a very special method that can train people to the dead. As far as Mo San knows, the Mo family also has a few capable people with quite means, relying on a secret force to act in the Zhao State.

With this large sum of money, it is much more convenient for Mo San to find the Mo family, the so-called wealth is rich, and the Mo family now looks at him differently than before. That's why he was able to get in touch with the Mo branch in Zhao and give up part of this treasure in exchange for fifty dead soldiers of the Mo family and some things.

It can be said that the past three months have been the happiest period since Mo San took refuge in western Liaoning. Being able to get in touch with the branch of Zhao Guo always gives him a sense of ambition and a good future.

Thinking like this, the trace of innocence in Mo San's chest finally dissipated.

"The assassination of the crown prince and the princes is not a trivial matter, so I have never done my best. He said slowly, the red color on his face had calmed down, and there was a bit of explanation in his tone, "Moreover, one Grandmaster and three big hands in the Venerable Mansion are the key to this battle." It seems to me that those dead soldiers are a disguise, so there is no need to hurt people's lives any more. ”

In the end, I still can't help it.

The so-called not harming people's lives is just a nice rhetoric.

Huan Zicheng glanced at him lightly.

The cold eyes are not deliberately cold, but by nature. The kind of coldness that melted into his bones and blood made his whole person seem to lose his life, looking like an emotionless and lifeless ice sculpture.