Desert camp.

"Lord Wang, let's report that a man in black broke into the city gate last night and killed a few of our Mocang soldiers." The wolf entered the camp and ran to Mocang Wuji's side to tell him.

Cangwolf's tone pretended to be angry, Xiao Jiujiu in his stomach had obviously calculated it, he thought that he could use this to show Mo Cangwuji that he was a very valuable person, but the result was ......

"Isn't it just that a few soldiers died, and this kind of thing still needs to be reported to this king? Looking for death? Mocang Wuji was furious when he heard this message.

The slave girl who crawled on the ground and mopped the floor was so frightened that her head was almost stuck in the ground.

Mocang Wuji has always regarded himself very highly, this kind of person, the more he values his power and reputation, the more he cares about his face, not to mention that he is the prince of Mocang, the king of Chang who is proclaimed by the Mocang Emperor, and any details will arouse his impulse to maintain face.

Cangwolf has followed him for so many years, and he knows this better than anyone else. Although he was reprimanded, it didn't matter, he still had a way.

Cangwolf took a few steps back, bowed his body, and raised his voice: "The prince is angry, it's just that, according to the people below, the murder weapon used by this man in black is a golden dart." ”

Mocang Wuji raised his head, a little curious in his eyes. Seeing this, the wolf was determined to win, and handed over the golden dart neatly, and said respectfully: "Lord Wang, please take a look." ”

Mo Cang Wuji took the golden dart, the golden dart had no other characteristics except that it was golden, and the blood stains on it were obviously dry. Movic Wuji looked at it again, and this time it seemed that he had found something.

Suddenly, he pulled out the steel knife that was tied to his belt, and unexpectedly grabbed the hand of the slave girl on the ground, and slashed it, and the blood slowly dripped on the golden dart. The slave girl cried out in fright.

Soon three words appeared on the golden dart, God General.

The wolf approached and wondered, "What is this?" ”

Mo Cang Wuji sneered: "Idiot, it's obvious that this golden dart is from the Divine General. ”

The golden dart was simply thrown back into the hands of the wolf, and he glanced at the wolf's stupid expression of ascending to heaven by the way, and explained: "The Divine General Division belongs to the Nanjing Yunguo, which is just an inconspicuous small country, and it can't compete with Li Sang, let alone my Mocangfeng Country. But the prestige of the Divine General Division has made many people in the rivers and lakes frightened. It is a place that has been dedicated to the production of killers for generations, and it is said that no one knows about the gathering place, and once someone sends a secret letter of assassination to the Shoji, the Shoji will immediately send the killer to complete the task of the secret letter at the specified time. ”

"Yunren came to Qin Huai at this time, he must have taken on some task...... Oh, it's just that the life is too long, digging your own grave. Mocang Wuji turned around and continued.

Coldly glanced at the slave girl who was kneeling on the ground and sobbing, and the blood on her hands was actually dripping on the ground! In the blink of an eye, he was caught off guard again, and the boots fell on the slave girl's chest, and she scolded: "Don't get out of here." It's all a bunch of idiots! ”

All?

Cangwolf subconsciously took a step back, as if he realized something, he always thought that he knew Mo Cang Wuji very well, and Mo Cang Wuji's mind has always been very accurate, this time it seems to have overturned.

No, it's overturned again. A few days ago, I wanted to use the excuse of indiscriminately killing the enemy to hack the fourth prince to death in the Water Pavilion without a trace. In order to get rid of the big trouble of his henchmen, he will inevitably be held to the tip of his heart, and the entire Cangjia family can also ascend to heaven.

The wishful thinking was clanging, but it was a pity that it was still no match for these two living ancestors.

After summing up, Cangwolf followed Mo Cang's words and catered indiscriminately: "Yes, this Yunren is indeed stupid, single-handedly, it is tantamount to a mayfly shaking a tree." ”

Mocang Wuji's sharp eyes are like two lights hitting the wolf, will Mo Cangji not know the good things he did, after all, he was born in the palace, and he has been playing palace fighting since he was a child, what can escape his eyes? Soon, his eyes moved to the golden dart, and he ordered: "Let those who patrol the city pay attention, and once they find Nayunren, arrest him, and let him go and never return!" ”

Although Mocang Wuji is uninhibited in his words, he is still cautious in his actions, after all, he is a killer sent by the God General, and he always has to make people jealous.

After the wolf obeyed the order, Yu Guangli found that Mo Cangwuji had already begun to sit down and prepare to drink tea, and the little deer in his heart gradually settled down.

Mocang Wuji took a sip of tea, and his eyebrows stretched. He suddenly realized that he had almost forgotten what he was doing, so he asked, "What has happened to the two younger brothers of this king in the past two days?" ”

Since the wolf followed the vicissitudes, for more than ten years, this sentence is about to be asked.

Cangwolf pressed his eyebrows, his brain was spinning rapidly, and he had lost a strategy, this time he had to say something important to come out, after all, the days of being disliked by the master again and again were simply playing with the oil pot - torment.

"Back to the prince, His Royal Highness King Ping sits in the Fengchen Mansion all day long, wholeheartedly recruiting and selecting beautiful men from all over Qinhuai, indulging in male sex and unable to extricate himself, and he doesn't ask anything else." The wolf replied.

King Ping was born a freak, and the number of beautiful men from all walks of life in the Fengchen Mansion is no less than that of women, and how many men have accompanied him day and night from the battle of the Double Bead Pool to the ecstasy couch. King Ping's matter had already spread throughout Mocang, and Emperor Mocang felt disgraced because of this, and he never paid attention to him.

Based on this alone, King Ping can't pose a threat to Mochao's career at all, but there is no possibility of being manipulated.

But this is Li San, King Ping can't make any waves, everything will be under his control.

Mocang Wuji nodded, letting Cangwolf continue.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince lingered in the mountains and rivers of the Qinhuai River as soon as he entered Qinhuai, leaving early and returning late, and there was only one entourage Ashin by his side, even if he returned to the palace, those East Palace officials who usually assisted the prince seemed to be rejected by him." The wolf replied.

"Stay in the mountains and rivers and ignore government affairs." Mo Cangwuji tapped the table with his finger, his eyes thoughtful, and said, "This is not like his style." ”

Cangwolf added: "The slave heard that when he was in Mocang, the prince had ordered a lot of painters who hated the country to specially draw the beautiful scenery of Qin Huai, and put them in the palace. However, this Lisan is indeed an attractive fertile land, no wonder our emperor is bent on conquering. ”

What the wolf said, how could Mocang Wuji not know, that year Mocang Wuji was thirteen years old, he was sixteen years old, when his father accidentally saw these paintings belonging to Li Sang, he took the opportunity to impeach, and wanted the prince to be dressed in a mother country but concerned about the enemy's mountains and rivers Treason, but it backfired, and his father loudly praised the prince for his ambition and ambition to fight for mountains and rivers at a young age, and gave the Son of Heaven the sword on the spot. And he, on the contrary, fell into a crime of framing the prince, so he was grounded in the dormitory for three months.

Mo Cang Wuxian was born with a golden light on his forehead, everyone thought that it was a blessing given by the Mocang Heavenly God, and his father made Mo Cang Wuxian the prince at that time, and began to love him endlessly.

How could his father believe him! For more than a decade, his father had never believed only in this man who had been made a prince from birth.

Old things appeared one by one in Movicunji's eyes, and after so many years, he never forgot them.

"How could a person who is accustomed to seeing the holy Tianshan Mountains and the vast snowy fields suddenly fall in love with the clear water and green mountains and the ten-mile painting boat." Mo Cangwu said leisurely, and his eyes began to become very determined.

In the inextricable threads, he found that now the behavior of the indifference perfectly coincides with the picture scroll of the year, since the mountains and rivers have been fighting, why do they not ask about government affairs, but are infatuated with the mountains and rivers of Qinhuai, what must be hidden in it! Mo Cangwuji suddenly smiled slyly and said, "This scene is really getting more and more interesting." ”

"Don't worry, the minion will keep an eye on it, and I promise to let you enjoy it!" The wolf arched his hands and replied with his eyebrows fluttering. After seeing the gesture, he retreated with interest, and the movements were done in one go, without any delay.

The gears of time are like a sharp scimitar, turning silently in this rancid capital.

It was already the fourth night of Qin Huai's accident.

Thick walls have appeared on the lonely banks of the Qinhuai River, and they lie motionless like a huge glutton, quietly digesting the food in their stomachs. Obviously this dinner of fresh life was hearty and it was satisfying.

The sky was too dark, and the wind blowing from the north accidentally crashed into the monster, and it was so frightened that it disappeared without a trace, leaving behind some terrible roars.

Within a radius of several miles, those rows of hook fences and tiles, the streets and alleys are black and oppressive, and the people there have long fled and died. Only at midnight will the ghosts of those who can't let go of their grievances and hatreds come back, wandering and hovering.

A little bit of the torch light was the refugee camp in the distance, a makeshift wooden tent with men temporarily kept alive by the amulet of labor, surrounded by a thick stone wall.

The fiercely burning torches on the stone wall reflected a few shadows that had been deformed by the wind, and a few desert soldiers stood there, their faces were purple from the cold, and the whole person cowered.

"Oops! Help......"

A delicate voice came, alarming people in both places at once.

The tall and thin leading officer was the first to notice it, and he was dumbfounded when he was less than five paces away.