Chang'an, Mo's family.

In the courtyard of the Mo family, there were more than a dozen young people, dressed in uniform Mo family clothes. What is neat is powerful. Several middle-aged people stood together, discussing something.

The yard is very large, and the big one doesn't feel crowded even if there are so many people standing. But the atmosphere is very depressing, because only those middle-aged people are whispering, and those young people are not at all speechless, but the aura emanating from them is very powerful, maybe this is also one of the reasons for the depression.

A gust of wind came from nowhere, causing the leaves in the yard to rattle and flutter all over the sky.

A middle-aged man came out of the hall, looked at the people in the courtyard, his expression froze, and then said in a deep voice: "Everyone, let's go." After saying that, he was the first to leave, and the rest of the people began to leave the courtyard in an orderly manner. Yes, this middle-aged man is the head of the Mo family, Mo Zhiyan.

The early morning wind, somewhat cold, especially blowing on the face. But today there may be more of those that are colder than the cold wind......

"Idiot is waiting for the master here, okay?" Doctor Ming said to the idiot who was drinking a drink.

"Well, is the master going to do something?" The idiot stopped drinking water, raised his head and looked into Doctor Ming's eyes and asked.

"Yes, the master is going to save people, it's a little dangerous, so, idiot is waiting here, okay?"

The idiot lowered his head, did not answer, stirred the blue liquid in the cup with a straw, and then said for a long time: "The master must come back with the orphan sister." ”

"Hmm." Ming Yi agreed with a smile, then rubbed the idiot's hair lovingly, and turned to leave.

When he walked to the door, Ming Yi suddenly stopped and said to the person who had been sitting there, "Thank you." ”

"Well, it's okay, I'll take good care of the idiot until you come back." He was answered by a lazy woman's voice, and through the sunlight that had just come out, through the glass window, it was a woman with a good figure. The woman was still sitting lazily in the recliner, but she didn't have much intention of sending off Doctor Ming's departure.

Doctor Ming glanced at the idiot again, and he didn't know why, but when he went, there was always a trace of uneasiness in his heart. Maybe it's a feeling in the dark, but it's really hard to tell.

Chang'an City, old house.

Su said a word to Ash, who was sitting in a chair drinking tea, and then left.

Then it was quiet for a long time, and it was so quiet, and Ash was holding a teacup, and he wasn't drinking it carefully. Then after a long time, he gently put down the teacup, looked at the direction in which Su left, and finally couldn't help but let out a long sigh, and then said to himself in a very light voice: "There are some things that I can't help myself, but I have to do it, even if it will be a lot of losses." With the disappearance of the voice, it is also the disappearance of the little gray figure.

The old mansion is empty, and no one knows if someone will come. Will it be like before, there is a quiet and elegant woman, a teenager who practices desperately, and a man who is mostly silent. All that was left was the tree in the old house, and a gust of wind that didn't know where it came from, blew on the tree, and then blew away a lot of leaves.

It was early in the morning and noon.

This is a wide place, with mountains and rivers and a lot of greenery, not like the gloom in winter. It's just an unusual scenery on the outskirts of Chang'an, but at this time, there are no tourists here, only a group of ruthless men, and a few cars are parked in the distance, but these people are standing here, as if they are waiting for someone, or it is more appropriate to greet them. But this is not a greeting, a faint smell of gunpowder smoke is in the air, and of course there is no war here.

Mo Zhiyan's face was not anxious or angry at this time, it was very calm, but this kind of calm really couldn't hide a trace of worry in his heart.

Suddenly, a man's voice rang out, "Are you waiting for me?" ”