Mu Jiuxiao didn't say a word, turned around and wanted to get off the platform, and threw the horsewhip heavily on him as he passed by Mu Tu.

Knowing that he was wrong, Mutu put his whip in his hands and silently followed.

"Patience, patience, patience quietly? Endure calmly? ”

In Mu Jiuxiao's study, Lin Ling'er was pacing square steps while muttering to herself about the meaning of the word "Jing Ren".

She wore a black suit with her hands behind her back, and the loose trousers looked like a long skirt at first glance, and the elves were flowing.

This set of clothes was designed by herself and made by the tailor in the palace, the inside was the black plum blossom embroidered brocade given to her by Yun Qicheng, and the outside was two layers of black yarn.

Under the cover of black gauze, the dark red plum blossoms loom, so beautiful! Perfect as a "night walker".

In this era, women wore long skirts, and trousers could only be worn inside skirts as mid-dresses.

Lin Ling'er doesn't like this kind of dress very much, because it is too cumbersome and not beautiful, so she always designs some clothes by herself, which not only conforms to the dress norms of this era, but also integrates her own elements, which is beautiful and generous to wear, and the most important thing is down-to-earth.

The reason why I chose this one to wear tonight is because it is convenient for her to do things.

Her eyes browsed in Mu Jiuxiao's study, the furniture was all precious Xiaoye Rosewood, a large bookcase, and several rows of carved bookshelves, which looked noble and elegant, which was extremely inconsistent with Mu Jiuxiao's cold personality.

There were a lot of books lined up on the shelves, and her fingers swept lightly from them, spotless, it seemed that these books were not flower shelves, he was really reading them.

"Mu Jiuxiao, my sister underestimated you, I didn't expect you to know how to read as a person who can only fight, which is much better than me, who has received nine years of compulsory education and doesn't know what reading is."

She smiled at the corners of her mouth and muttered to herself.

In the end, her gaze rested on the "Dark Iron Whip".

As if she had seen a rare treasure, she stared intently at the Darkiron Whip and approached it with bated breath.

"Wow...... What kind of treasure is this? ”

She reached out and stroked it, and the object was faintly red in the black, about a meter long, triangular in shape, and the handle went up, thinner and thinner, until the three edges converged into a tip.

A relief black dragon whips up, and the black iron whip is integrated, the carving is fine, and it can be called a must.

The Xuantie Whip just lay quietly on the weapon rack, but that domineering and exposed temperament had already made Lin Ling'er dumbfounded.

The person who uses it must be such a powerful figure in the world!

Unconsciously, Lin Ling'er had such a picture in his mind: a tall and mighty man holding a black iron whip, standing on a hill piled up with corpses, the wind was fierce, blowing his hair, and the enemy army roared, but the man immediately slashed and killed the whole world with a black iron whip!

And this man ...... It's actually Mu Jiuxiao?

She shuddered, in her mind, when did Mu Jiuxiao become such a great image?

"Stop!"

Just as she was thinking about it, there was a loud shout from the door, which made her hands tremble, her body trembled, and her feet were impartially tripped on the weapon rack.

When she looked up, Mu Jiuxiao had already strode towards her.

"Cloud Falling City, who gave you the courage to dare to enter this king's study?"

Lin Ling'er pursed her mouth, and wanted to refute but held back.

Entering someone's room without the permission of the owner is indeed her fault.

Besides, she didn't come to quarrel with him.

But her naturally strong personality still made her can't help muttering:

"I'm just ......"

Before the following words could be spoken, I saw Mu Jiuxiao arrive in front of him like a gust of wind and beat her out with one palm.

Along with the palm wind came his slightly urgent voice:

"Get out of the way!"