"This group of hypocritical literati."

Waiting for the soldiers Sun Rui, Huang Wanchun, Yu Jia, Cai Yong and a few people left with the large army, and the little demon with a pale face snorted, and his eyes were full of mockery.

However, Mo Zhiming's face was indifferent, compared to the scheming of the officialdom and civil servants, he, the big housekeeper of Huaihong Casino, was not inferior at all.

Wang Rong's face remained unchanged, if Mo Xiaohuan dared to grind and chirp so much in front of her on weekdays, she would have been thrown out more than ten meters away by her, and right now, Wang Rong didn't have the heart to worry about him at all.

"The old thief isn't dead?" Wang Rong frowned.

"Not yet."

Answering Wang Rong's Mo Zhifang, the big butler shook his head, and said with some emotion: "This wild lone son is worthy of being the strongest handful of people in the previous Jiazi, Xu Qiao and his wife and Tianjiu shot repeatedly, but they couldn't hurt his roots, if it weren't for the subordinates who took the opportunity to sneak attack, I'm afraid this person would have been killed in the palace, amazing, really powerful." ”

Wang Rong's face sank, and he said in a gloomy voice: "What about the other minions?" ”

"Except for Chen Gong and the person named Jia Xu under Dong Zhuo's command who has not yet found a chance, the retreat of the rest of the people who should be killed and forced to retreat has basically been resolved." Mo Zhifu answered.

At present, in addition to Mo Zhiming and the bald woman around Wang Rong, there is only Mo Xiaohuan, and the three of them are each injured.

Wang Rong's eyes flashed with a hint of resoluteness, and he looked at Mo Zhiming and said in a deep voice: "Go, release the two on death row, there is only one condition, capture the wild orphan alive." ”

The three people present were shocked, and three pairs of eyes looked at Wang Rong deadly. I was horrified.

"Are you really going to let them out?" Mo Zhiming swallowed his saliva. Some couldn't believe it.

Mo Xiaohuan and the bald woman named Kuzen were also shocked. I was so shocked that I couldn't speak.

Those two people have a great background, more than 30 years ago, the Taiwei Mansion dispatched a large number of military masters and the top players in the rivers and lakes to join forces to capture the two people after heavy damage, if they are released again, want to be like more than 30 years ago, the chance of using a large number of military masters to cooperate with the top players in the rivers and lakes is too slim, just like a Pandora's treasure box. Once opened, it can't be stopped, the two of them are terrible, even if Mo Xiaohuan and other big devils in the world are a little frightened, this is a secret many years ago, if it wasn't for Wang Rong suddenly mentioned, maybe many people would have forgotten that there were two shocking murderers on death row in Chang'an.

"Don't question the decision of this palace."

Wang Rong's eyes are as cold as iron, she is this kind of character, once she decides something, there is no room for turnaround.

Mo Zhiming frowned. An invisible killing machine came, and he had served under Wang Rong for many years, how could he not know that the master of the Lu Dao had already started a killing machine.

"My subordinates will go to death row."

Mo Zhifang didn't dare to say anything more. is afraid of being killed by Wang Rong, Wang Rong's heart is ruthless, everyone knows it.

"Mo Xiaohuan, you and Mo Zhifang went over together." The murderous intent in Wang Rong's eyes was slightly restrained, and he said indifferently.

Mo Xiaohuan, who was lucky, turned pale, and almost gasped for breath, the so-called lying down was also shot, this is the truth.

"Yes." Even so, Mo Xiaohuan could only stubbornly respond.

Everywhere seems to be a very ordinary building, the high courtyard wall will perfectly cover the inner courtyard, no one knows the road, this seemingly ordinary ordinary small courtyard, but Chang'an is the most mysterious death row.

The death row here is not the death row of the imperial court yamen torture, as the place where Liu Han detains "dangerous elements", the death row has always been extremely mysterious, that is, the yellow gate and confidential officials who walked around the emperor are unknown, and before Liu Hong died, he happened to let Wang Rong know that this secret place was said, and even handed over the authority to open the death row to her, worrying that one day the Han family would encounter a catastrophe.

The dilapidated courtyard gate was pushed open, and Mo Zhiming and Mo Xiaohuan took a deep breath, and then pushed open the door and walked in.

Facing the dust, Mo Zhiming and Mo Xiaohuan glanced at each other, it was dark in front of them, but they didn't see the two of them holding the lamp, the two pairs of eyes were bright and bright, they were silent for a moment, and continued to walk deeper along the winding corridor.

The place is not big, the corridor is left and right are the houses with sealed doors, and the sound of heavy breathing inside, sometimes there is a beast-like roar, and a thick chill begins to climb up the hearts of Mo Zhiming and Mo Xiaohuan.

Mo Xiaohuan is also a famous person in the rivers and lakes outside, this Jiazi ranks third, Chen Zhi was seriously injured by his three sons and two places and life and death is uncertain, this level of good hands, entered this seemingly ordinary courtyard, but did not dare to have a trace of slackness, like a tiger with his tail between his legs, the pupils of his eyes shrank, just walked out twenty steps, and the air flow emitted around him made Mo Xiaohuan's skin shrink suddenly.

"It's a death row."

Mo Xiaohuan smiled bitterly in his heart, he, the so-called third master, is nothing at all in this death row that has been established for hundreds of years, not to mention, in the deepest part of the death row, there are also those two big Buddhas, with Mo Xiaohuan's achievements in the Demon Dao, even if he meets the two of them, he will bow down and perform the gifts of the juniors.

Mo Zhiming also frowned slightly, the whole death row made him feel unusually uncomfortable, all kinds of breaths were intertwined, and an invisible momentum shrouded the small courtyard, ordinary martial artists came in, even if it was a super-first-class top master, they had to break off four or five points of sharpness, it was no wonder that death row was so important, but there were not many guards.

The two of them walked out of the depths without stopping, passing through the winding corridor, and their eyes lit up, and two bronze ancient lamps with faint lights met the eyes of Mo Zhiming and Mo Xiaohuan, and it was another gate, a black wooden door.

There was nothing on the wooden door, and at a glance, there was nothing conspicuous except ordinary or ordinary.

Outside this door, which did not have the slightest conspicuousness, Mo Zhiming and Mo Xiaohuan were a little hesitant, behind this door, what was hidden The two of them knew it.

Even so, since they have arrived, there is no possibility for them to turn around and go back, the two behind the door are very terrifying, but Wang Rong behind them is also not a good man and a woman, Mo Zhiming and Mo Xiaohuan are enough to dominate the rivers and lakes, but they can't control their own ending, which is the biggest sorrow.

"Let's go."

Mo Xiaohuan smiled bitterly, there was no fear on that rather pale face, only a complex emotion was at work.

Although Mo Zhiming was quite disliked by Mo Xiaohuan on weekdays, he didn't care about the friction in the past at this time, nodded his head slightly, propped his arm on the door, and with a little force, the black door creaked and was slowly pushed open.

Mo Xiaohuan and Mo Zhiming lowered their heads and looked at each other, their eyes slightly condensed.

There is no imaginary picture of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, a simple and clean courtyard, under the hundred-year-old banyan tree, a few tables and chairs carved from granite, a middle-aged man with an elegant appearance sits facing west, and the person opposite is already in his old age, full of white hair, loose skin, and looks like he will die at any time.

Mo Zhiming and Mo Xiaohuan's pupils shrank, and the thoughts in their minds rolled, only to feel that as soon as they pushed open the wooden door, there was a bone-breaking coldness rushing to their faces.

"The younger generation Mo Zhifang has seen the two seniors."

Mo Zhiming reacted more quickly, and after a short period of stunned, he shook his sleeves and bowed down to greet the two people under the banyan tree, practicing the etiquette of the juniors, such an attitude can only be seen in front of Wang Rong.

"Junior, Mo Xiaohuan, has seen two seniors."

Mo Xiaohuan was a little slower than Mo Zhiming, and he also made a big gift, don't look at his majesty, known as the third master of this Jiazi, he is nothing in front of these two people, when they are dominant, Mo Xiaohuan is estimated to have not been born yet, how dare he put a shelf in front of these two old-timers.

The two of them looked at the granite carved table, on which black and white were staggered, like a snake and python parade, and the entire chessboard was densely packed with black and white chess pieces.

Two pairs of deep eyes, staring at the chessboard, no one answered Mo Zhifang and Mo Xiaohuan.

Mo Xiaohuan and Mo Zhiming did not have the slightest trace of anger, and stood bent over, their faces indifferent.

The old man, who looked like a dying man, fell, and half of the white son was suddenly missing on the chessboard, but he heard his hoarse voice say, "Who asked you to come?" ”

Mo Xiaohuan and Mo Zhiming glanced at each other, and one of them threw an object, which was extremely fast in an instant, and forced the two people in the game.

But the two of them didn't make any moves, and each grabbed something as easily as he searched for something, and his palm was open, and each had an ancient and simple key. (To be continued......)