The Palace of the Emperor of the Hung Palace, the Imperial Study.

A black shadow knelt under the table, the dark face towel concealed the expression on his face, and only a pair of eyes were indifferent, like an emotionless machine.

"You are the strongest martial artist among my many dead soldiers, and even you have chased people away......" Bei Ming Shuo frowned, his grim expression seemed to have encountered something tricky, and his eyes were as deep as a pool of stagnant water.

It's not that he didn't expect that the person who could defeat Qianxiong alone and finally win the position of the lord would definitely not look as young and vulnerable as he looked on the surface. But he never expected that the subordinates he sent out to the strongest martial arts would be under him! And you can't find a shadow just by tracking, if it's really right, wouldn't it be a fiasco with no skin?

Thinking of this, the big hands on the desk suddenly clenched, and the cyan tendons protruded on the back of the hands, which was extremely terrifying in the dim candlelight.

After a long time, the hand he was holding slowly unloaded, and an object fell from the palm of his hand, making a crisp loud sound on the desk, which was very abrupt in the quiet room.

The faint candlelight was cast on it, and it was faintly visible that the appearance of the object had been squeezed and distorted by a strong force, and the refracted luster suddenly illuminated the words on it.

After a moment of silence, Bei Yingshuo glanced at the letters that he had just flipped through, and his deep voice seemed to come from the depths of his throat, "It is said that he likes to be lively, and in a few days he will beg Qiao, you lead people to look for it secretly, and then ......"

Before he finished speaking, he seemed to think of something, his brows were worried, and after a little consideration, he said, "After that, find a way to tell me about his whereabouts." ”

"Subordinates obey." The man in black hung his head and responded coldly, and the moment he flew away, his originally colorless eyes flashed a trace of ridicule like lightning, and disappeared in an instant.

The fire in the hall was not extinguished, and the black shadow was on the high eaves of the house, and then it turned into a feather arrow and flew out of the palace with a light skill as light as a wing, and on dozens of uneven eaves, a few dragonflies rose and fell, neatly climbed over the high wall, and left the palace in the night.

"The Evil Thirteen Palace Palace disciples ask to see the sect master." The man in black jumped down from the high eaves and landed cleanly in front of a closed room in the courtyard, bending his knees as if he were sincerely admiring and respecting. Those unwavering eyes were actually full of shimmering joy at this moment, and there was an indescribable excitement in the words of his mouth.

Suddenly, the same vigorous black shadow came out of the darkness, and under the hazy and comfortable moonlight, the cold face looked a little cold.

The man in black was startled, and when he saw the person coming, his constricted pupils were soothed for a moment, and he glanced at the unusually indifferent face of the man opposite with a complicated expression, hesitated for a while, and then spoke, "Is the sect leader inside?" Sure enough, there was another deep silence.

"Bathing." The two words blurted out, if you listen carefully, you will notice a trace of awkwardness in the tone, and the cold eyes also flickered at that moment. An inadvertent glance flashed in his mind, and in the thin window paper, the graceful figure under the scorching light actually made his breath almost lose control, and his cold and hard face couldn't help but flush crimson, but it was difficult to be noticed in the night as black as ink.

After receiving an ambiguous reply, the man in black said no more, and stood quietly about three feet away from the door of the room, waiting for the person in the room to appear.

Fine silk threads embroidered with green mountains and green waters, leisurely and leisurely scenery of the screen, like the hot steam of fresh fog after the rain in the mountains lingers in the air, and in the huge mahogany barrel stands a woman with a bewitching and concave posture.

The woman took the bath towel hanging on the screen with one hand and wrapped the reverie like white jade grease, carefully left the barrel, wiped her body up and down, took the clean clothes on the wooden shelf and changed them neatly, the wet green silk hung down on the thin shoulders in a disorderly manner, and the delicate skin was smoked by the heat with a faint flush, which was enchanting and moving.

But seeing that the woman moved quickly, she did not dress up, pulled a belt with exquisite workmanship, intricate styles and patterns, and tied it around her slender waist at will, rushed to the door with her bare feet in three or two steps, and suddenly opened the door.

Almost at that moment, with the sound of the door opening, the two men instantly shifted their gaze, and were suddenly blinded by the person in front of them.

The woman's waist-length green silk was wet on the fiery red silk skirt, and the wet water stains condensed into countless drops of crystal water from the hair to the ends of the hair, which penetrated into the light texture of the dress and skirt, allowing the red yarn to fit tightly on the body, which made people suffocate. It's clearly a simple men's clothing, but at this moment it is wearing a touch of charm that is difficult to hide!

Looking down further, the pair of white and pink feet suddenly made the two energetic men red-faced, and they quickly turned around without a brain order, and silently recited the mantra in their hearts.

Mu Aotian was originally soaking in a hot bath comfortably, but unexpectedly heard an unusually familiar voice, and was busy with a burst of tinkering, and he didn't even bother to put on his shoes and trotted over, which one didn't wait for her to speak, but what caught her eyes was the two of them brushing their heads, twisting their feet, and turning around, leaving two black backs.

Are these two people dead?!

"Teach...... Master...... You ......"

The anger that had just risen to the top looked at him suspiciously when he heard the man's stammering voice. When I noticed what I was wearing at this time, I finally stopped.

"What? They are all people in the cult, and they still pay attention to these? Mu Aotian teased funny, and then changed his face again, making a fierce and vicious appearance, "Remember to this sect leader, this sect leader is a man." In fact, this is also superfluous,

"Ahem, cough, cough ......" Hearing this, the two of them almost choked on the liquid they swallowed.

Seeing that the two still had no intention of turning around, Mu Aotian was not embarrassed, so he returned to the house and put on the red boots, combed his messy and wet hair, and straightened his clothes, and then walked out of the house refreshed.

"Xiao Lengxian, I haven't seen you for so long, why don't you come and say hello to me." Mu Aotian looked at the two tall backs with a smile, touched his chin, and looked at one of them with a smile.

As soon as the words came out, the man in black shivered coldly, and Nan Ye, who was standing beside him, had a flush on his face, and his black aura suddenly became black.

Thinking of the reason for coming tonight, Leng Xian hesitated for a moment, turned around, and looked down at his feet, "Emperor Jiuhong asked his subordinates to secretly follow the sect leader on the Qiqiao Festival a few days later, and report the sect leader's whereabouts. The words did not leave the task, but directly ignored Mu Aotian's so-called greeting.

The phoenix eyes glanced lightly at the black lacquered face towel on the man's face as if he was wearing, pondered for a moment, and waved his hand impatiently, "Let him know the way, it won't be long before he is at ease, give him some sweetness first, and then his own calamity will come to the door." She had arranged it early, and in just a few short days, the ten years of suffering were over.

Now think about it, in fact, since she was deposed and demoted to a commoner, the chase and killing encountered on the way is just like watching a game, and there are capable people around her to protect her, how can she hurt half a hair? My relatives were also secretly escorted out of the house, and it was as if I had moved, which was really leisurely!

If Bei Shen Shuo knew, I don't know what kind of handsome face would be distorted into?!

Thinking like this, a black face like charcoal automatically appeared in his mind, and a layer of smile suddenly appeared in his eyes, and his red and tender little mouth hooked a cheerful smile, which was reflected in the eyes of Nan Ye, who had just turned around, as if a shocking boulder had smashed into his heart, and smashed that thick layer of protection out of a deep well-like cave.

"It's a cold string," Mu Aotian woke up from his trembling mind, his words turned, his eyes squinted at the black-clothed man whose head was almost hanging to the ground opposite, and giggled, "You were wronged by letting you lurk beside Bei Shenshuo?" He was the target of your assassination, but now you have become his dead soldier......"

After a pause, he touched his nose again, "If you want me to say, if it were me, I would definitely be itchy and eager to secretly make up a few knives to vent my anger." "Seeing that he was originally going to be the target of the killer, and turned into the object that he needed to protect, although it was forced by the situation, but watching the damn person pointing fingers at him, and he had to put on a deferential and respectful and lowly appearance, no matter how good his heart was, he would be a little unbearable!

Nan Ye secretly twitched, and a trace of softness flashed in the eyes of the woman in front of her, but it was quickly suppressed again.

"My subordinates are no longer the ones who kill the door." In a short sentence, he clearly expressed his position at this time. He had already broken away from the Lore Gate, and the task of the Lore Gate back then was naturally just a passing one, as far as he was concerned, since he was no longer the right hall master of the Lore Gate, it didn't matter to him. Now he is just an insignificant palace disciple of the Thirteenth Palace of the Cult, not the right hall master who can command the people under his door, his responsibility is just to lurk by the side of Emperor Jiuhong, and report what he knows to the sect leader at any time, that's all.

It goes without saying that Leng Xian's words and his loyalty not only moved Mu Aotian, but even Nanye, who has always been cold, is full of appreciation.

This person is right!

Mu Aotian's gaze at Leng Xian was even more 'affectionate', and he couldn't wait to run over on the spot to give a big bear hug to comfort the overflowing emotion in his heart. Turning to see the huge light bulb in the dark on the side, he shrunk his shoulders and sent a big smile to Leng Xian without hesitation, "This sect leader really didn't see the wrong person at the beginning!" ”

Xiao is Mu Aotian's words moved him, he slowly raised his head, looking at the bright and beautiful smile that was almost embedded in his pupils, and suddenly remembered the first time he saw him ten years ago.

Just like then, it was bright and moving, like a blooming red lotus, innocent and full of calculation.

Yes, wasn't he just calculated, transferred to her subordinates, and willingly did things for her?

The corners of his mouth under the black scarf helplessly pulled up a faint smile, but at that moment, he strengthened the thought in his heart, and paid his life's loyalty to the person in front of him.