The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk.

The sunlight was refracted through the colorful glass dome, illuminating the entire city lord's hall, and Mu Yang was sitting in the center of the hall as the city lord.

The right hand subconsciously coiled up the lifelike black dragon head carved on the handle, his eyes were deep, and his eyes were full of fierceness, looking proudly at the city lord of Qiuxizhou City who was kneeling on one knee.

"Weng Fan, the city lord of Qiuxizhou City, meet Elder Qingwei!"

Weng Fan buried his head low, the lord of the dignified Zhou City, the lord of the majestic and powerful side, but in the face of Mu Yang, his posture was very low.

This is the Republic of the Fourteen Continents, and the Triangle Pupil Church, the state religion, is not easy to mess with, let alone this Qingwei elder who has the Kunlun divine position.

Although the status of the lord of the city supported by the National Assembly is enough to be equal to the elders of the state religion, this is a world where strength is respected, and there is no justice when there is power.

There was once a city lord who disobeyed the church, which caused the wrath of an elder of the church and single-handedly leveled the entire city lord's mansion!

So, the lord of the city wants to be on an equal footing with the elders of the church? Hum!

"Get up." Mu Yang said casually.

"Elder Xie!" Weng Fan got up slowly, but he was still secretly nervous, and he didn't dare to relax at all.

Elder Qingwei is the number two person above 10,000 people under the Triangle Pupil Church!

"Why did the elders leave such an important task to outsiders? As long as you open your mouth, I will die and leave now! Weng Fan placed his right hand on his chest and leaned forward slightly, it was his honor to be able to make a great contribution to the church.

Mu Yang, who was sitting on the high, waved his hand, "Impatience is the most taboo emotion in the soldiers, and it seems to be an unwise decision, but in fact, I have my own arrangements." ”

Weng Fan naturally didn't dare to question Mu Yang's decision, but he still mentioned, "Weng Fan is stupid, but if Mei Mu is captured, a person like her, I don't think she will be loyal and unyielding, wouldn't it be ...... then?"

"Sometimes the faithful is not necessarily the servant, and the servant is not necessarily faithful, she is not a servant, but she knows better the pros and cons between death and rebellion." After speaking, Mu Yang smiled playfully evilly.

"Besides......," his words turned, "do you think I didn't leave a trail behind?" ”

"The elder is wise!" Weng Fan echoed.

Mu Yang stretched out his right hand and curled his fist, as if holding a beam of golden sunshine out of thin air, domineering and arrogant.

"I said, it's a dirty game, and I'm a dirty player!"

The voice echoed endlessly above the main hall, revealing the ambition of Mu Yang, a conspirator.

Powerful force, Mu Yang has always scoffed at him, and his power and strategy of ten steps and one calculation are what is really terrifying about him. And he never takes the initiative to follow the so-called rules, but he also does not break the rules, but tries to distort them as much as possible.

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The black clouds cover the moon and the fog envelops the city, and the rain runs and the autumn maple falls without a trace.

The drizzly Mengjiang City is quite poetic and picturesque; The delicate willow branches on the riverside sway with the wind, the raindrops in the river fall on the water, as if breaking the mirror, swinging a circle of ripples, the heart of the river is a lonely boat, the man in the black robe stands alone in the bow of the boat, like a statue, and the surrounding scenery is integrated.

His face was hidden under the hat, and although he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, he seemed to be crying silently in the bleak autumn wind and hazy drizzle.

Who is worried on the bank of the Mengxiang River, and who is the wordless tears flowing?

There was a man in the middle of the boat, also dressed in black and wearing a hat, but compared to the man at the bow of the boat, his figure was much taller, he stretched out his rough right hand, as if he wanted to catch the raindrops falling from the sky, and withdrew his hand when he felt that the raindrops were not big.

"Mr. Wolf, this rain seems to be welcoming you."

Mr. Wolf at the bow of the boat heard the sound, turned his face slightly, and a pair of wolf-like eyes showed a fierce light, which made people feel like a man's back, but it was fleeting, and the fierce light quietly disappeared from the bottom of his eyes.

He didn't continue the topic, but asked very abruptly, "Rulu, have you heard of the legend about Mengxiangjiang?" ”

Rulu was stunned, as if recalling, "About Mengxiangjiang...... Hiss - No, this is my second time in the Nanjiang Dynasty. ”

"Hmm......" Mr. Wolf replied absentmindedly, and fell into a thoughtful silence again.

A light veil-like mist drifted across the river, and his back appeared even more hazy.

"Mr. Wolf...... I don't know what a cold person like you is thinking, but from my point of view it looks like I'm crying. Rulu looked at his faint back in the rain and fog, and spoke.

Mr. Wolf was silent.

"If you want to talk, you can come to me, although there are some things I can't give a proper reply to......"

Mr. Wolf remained silent.

Rulu glanced at his back, raised his head slightly, and looked at the scenery of the surrounding Jiangnan water towns.

The rain was chaotic, and the surrounding areas that were clearly visible began to become more and more blurred, and the surrounding buildings were hazy into several undulating lines.

"Fish in the water...... It seems that the legend is true. Mr. Wolf muttered to himself, as if in a dream.

"What? Fish? Mr. Wolf's words always puzzled the second monk Rulu Zhang.

"Wait for me where you are, and be careful......"

Mr. Wolf didn't have any explanation, just left this sentence, and before he could react like a deer, suddenly his figure flickered, like a dragonfly touching water, and he stepped lightly on the surface of the river with a circle of ripples, and walked towards the riverside.

"Where are you going?"

The sound of the deer was drowned out in the ticking of the rain, and whether Mr. Wolf heard it or not, he did not turn back to answer, but still went on his own.

However, Rulu didn't bother to pay attention to what Mr. Wolf wanted to do, shook his head, and returned to the boat.

It's very troublesome to partner with such an unpredictable person who likes to be alone.

In the past, Rulu would have been a killer a long time ago, but when he heard about Mr. Wolf's deeds in the organization, he hesitated, and inexplicably gave birth to a good feeling in his heart, like a lonely wild goose that suddenly found a flock of geese.

It feels like Mr. Wolf is his kind, like him, he is extremely cold-blooded, he only thinks about the pros and cons and killing, and when necessary, he can even kill his compatriots without scruples and half hesitation.

"Mr. Wolf...... What an inscrutable guy, nerve-wracking. ”

Under the cover of the night, the rain grew heavier and heavier, and soon turned from a rain to a torrential downpour, and everywhere there were puddles of different shades and flashing red light, which turned out to be the red lanterns under the eaves reflected in the water.

All that can be heard is the sound of raindrops falling on the streets, on the tiles, on the river—and the noise of the old tavern.