"Miss Qiu, your identity ......" Speaking of this, Qin Jiangye pretended to pause mysteriously.

Qiu Moli frowned, and she couldn't help but urge. "What is it?"

Qin Jiang Ye saw Qiu Moli's anxious face, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile, and he said, "Your ears are attached, I will sue you." ”

Qiu Moli did so, but heard an answer that she didn't want to hear in her life.

Qin Jiangye said: "Miss Qiu, you will never know your identity, and also, the senior monk of the north and the master of Fushen are dead." ”

Also, the leading northern monk, the master of the floating and sinking is dead.

These words, like a thunderclap, split Qiu Moli's body weak, and she found that her eyes became dark at that moment, and the light was like a wind blade that suddenly disappeared.

After a clang, Qiu Moli found himself kneeling on the ground, his body as if it had been drained of bones, so soft that he had no strength.

Song Chumo's first reaction was to rush forward and help Qiu Moli to the side.

"Xiao Li'er, what's wrong?" Song Chumo looked at Qiu Moli worriedly, at this time, Qiu Moli's face was pale, cold sweat, and his mind was rising.

"Kill him, brother, kill him!" Qiu Moli trembled, as if talking to himself, and muttered over and over again, asking Song Chumo to kill Qin Jiangye in front of him.

Song Chumo quickly glanced at Qin Jiangye with his eyes, and then, like lightning, he quickly flashed to Qin Jiangye's side, clasped Qin Jiangye's neck with his hand, and looked at Qin Jiangye viciously.

"Sue me, what did you say to her?"

Song Chumo's words were full of anger, Holy Palace, Holy Palace, these two words were like the source of all hatred, the more he used the strength in his hand, Qin Jiangye only felt that his breathing was getting shorter and shorter, and the air he could touch was getting less and less.

"You won't know." Qin Jiangye looked at Song Chumo defiantly, "It's like you never know the secrets of our Holy Palace." ”

Song Chumo was completely enraged, he secretly urged his internal force, his left hand, formed a claw-like shape, and approached Qin Jiangye's life.

"In that case, you will die."

The strong palm wind, piercing the air, like lightning, quickly came towards Qin Jiangye, Qin Jiangye finally knew that this so-called Song Gongzi had been hiding his strength.

On the day he broke through, the strength he used was less than thirty percent of his skill, but he could already make himself unable to parry, not to mention that he was not hiding his strength now, Qin Jiangye knew that today he was on his own.

Song Chumo's hand changed its course the moment it approached Qin Jiangye, and hit the wall next to Qin Jiangye, only to hear a "boom", a hole was punched in the wall, Qin Jiangye looked at Song Chumo in a daze, and didn't seem to know what Song Chumo meant by doing these things.

"You...... Why don't you kill me? Qin Jiang asked at night.

The corners of Song Chumo's mouth rose slightly, and he glanced at Qin Jiangye coldly. "Because, from today on, you are no longer the right-hand man of the Holy Palace, but my slave of Song Chumo."

Qin Jiangye's pupils shrank because of Song Chumo's name, and then spit out a few words. "You are Dong Mojing and Emperor ......."

……

Master, dead?

Qiu Moli left the Linyuan Pavilion in a daze, and walked around the street again and again in a daze, until it was completely dark.

In the distance, it was the fireworks that she and Song Chumo had made up their minds to watch tonight.

With a "bang", the fireworks rushed into the sky and exploded into fire trees and silver flowers in the sky, emitting dazzling light.

The people around were jumping and pointing at the fireworks and shouting loudly, and many men and women stood under the fireworks and made wishes, as if they wanted to stay together for the rest of their lives.

Qiu Moli's consciousness had already recovered most of it, and she looked at the pedestrians who were only a few feet away from her with a wooden face.

Song Chumo followed behind Qiu Moli, he didn't dare to make a sound, and he didn't dare to comfort Qiu Moli.

He knew that his little departed child needed time to heal the pain.

But he regretted it even more, and did not inform Qiu Moli of this matter in the first place, but let Qiu Moli hear the news from others.

The Si people have passed away, and the living mourn!

This is the longest sentence that the master has said, he thinks that Xiao Li'er will understand, he thinks that even if Xiao Li'er is sad, he can recover quickly!

But he forgot about it, and the bottom line of Qiu Moli is these friends and the most respected master who treat him like relatives.

Why not tell the truth? Qiu Moli asked herself in her heart, in the past, no matter how many secrets Song Chumo had, she didn't care, she would believe him, but this time, she never wanted it again, and she never wanted anything to be the last to know.

"Senior brother, should you sue me for your true identity?"

Qiu Mo cheered up and looked at Song Chumo coldly, only she knew that at this moment, her fingers had been deeply embedded in her flesh and skin, and in the depths of her heart.

It was the first time Song Chumo saw such an autumn, alienated, unfamiliar, and even cold.

"Xiao Li'er, you said that unless I said it, you wouldn't ask me about my identity." When Song Chumo said this, he was obviously a little hesitant, he was the emperor of Dongmo, because of this, he was no longer the apprentice of the master, but he didn't want to let Xiao Li'er stay away from him because of the identity of the emperor of Dongmo.

Xiao Li'er is his only relative, even if he dies, he can only die for her.

"But I want to know, Song Chumo."

However, I want to know, Song Chumo.

When Qiu Moli called out this name, her heart was uncomfortably constricted, she said that when she called Song Chumo's name, it meant that she was angry, very angry, very angry.

"Xiao Li'er, it's not that Senior Brother won't tell you, you give Senior Brother some time, and when Senior Brother handles things well, Senior Brother will definitely inform you."

"That's enough." Qiu Moli waved away Song Chumo's hand that was stretched out to him. "It's been ten years, if you wanted to tell me your identity, you would have said it a long time ago, since this is the case, you Song Chumo and I have nothing to do with each other, you are not the master's apprentice, then you are not my senior brother."

After saying that, Qiu Mo ran towards a crowded place in the distance, and after a while, he disappeared into the crowd.

Song Chumo watched Qiu Moli disappear in front of his eyes, but he was helpless.

Stating that he didn't know when he appeared behind Song Chumo, he made a gesture towards Song Chumo, and then said respectfully to Song Chumo. "Your Majesty, there is news from the Prime Minister's side, the descendants of Honggu and the Holy Palace should cooperate, the Palace Master of the Holy Palace, Luo Chan, left Kyoto for a few years, maybe he was helping Honggu train dead soldiers, he told you to be careful, don't reveal your identity."

But Song Chumo was like a statue, standing there motionless.

ps:I want to end at the end of next month.,Recently, I've been working hard to save the manuscript.,Strive to be able to make three to four changes a day next month.,On the premise of possibility,Try to be more than 10,000,The computer has no network,No mobile phone traffic,But also open a hot spot...... The code word is so hard~~~~ Ask for tiger touch, ask for comfort! (To be continued.) )