The carriage continued to move forward, but Yu Yu Lingshuang's mood could not be calmed down for a long time, he raised his head and rubbed his eyebrows, and his beautiful eyes faintly flashed with a little confusion, surprise, and annoyance.

Unable to see through Sang Moyu more and more, she has an intuition that this trip to Jinguo is bound to be turbulent and full of situations.

But fortunately, there are still a few days before the eighth day of the next lunar month, which is enough for her to continue to complete the previous deployment.

Although she doesn't want to admit it, she has to say that she has always been strategic, and only when she encounters Sang Moyu's troubles, she will make mistakes again and again, no matter how big or small, it will exceed her expectations, and eventually become messy.

But she is a youyu lingshuang, how can she admit defeat easily, wait for it, she will recover the situation sooner or later, this sum of accounts, it is only a matter of time before she gets it back.

Although Sang Moyu's temperament has become more and more unpredictable, as long as Yu Yu Lingshuang wants to deal with a person, no matter what, that person will not be able to escape, even Sang Moyu is no exception.

What's more, Sang Moyu may not be able to get any benefits.

In the first few encounters, she said that she was ruthless, but in fact she had reservations, but she would not show mercy in the future, especially after she realized that Sang Moyu's influence on her had become deeper and deeper, she could no longer continue the game-like bet.

She...... If you want to kill Sang Moyu, on the eighth day of the first month, you must go to Jinguo, and Sang Moyu will definitely go to the woods ten miles outside the city.

When she knew that she didn't have long to live, in order to have no worries, she tried her best to cultivate Youyu Xingche and arrange everything for him, thinking that when he could be on his own, she would be able to unload the burden on her body and live the life she longed for the most in her heart.

Originally, she thought that she knew exactly what kind of life she wanted, but at one point, she suddenly began to get tired of the power in her hands, tired of the daily intrigues, deceit, and the awe-inspiring and hypocritical gazes of those people.

To this day, however, she can't remember exactly when she began to discover what she really wanted to live.

She thought that the boredom at that time should come from the loneliness hidden in the deepest part of her soul, which belonged to the loneliness of the king.

Maybe the reason why she has strange emotions for Sang Moyu is just because they are the same person.

Forcibly ignoring the strange fluctuations in his heart that still couldn't be calmed down, Yu Yu Lingshuang slowly closed his eyes, and his eyelashes trembled like a butterfly fluttering its wings.

Ordinary, words like tranquility have never been applied to Youyu Lingshuang, she is unwilling to be ordinary, she likes challenges, likes games, and likes the feeling of being in control of the world.

She hopes that one day she can become a figure on a par with the Butterfly Dance Emperor, no, maybe she should be a little more ambitious and become another amazing legend beyond the legend.

Not only that, but she also wants to be the king of troubled times who dominates the fate of the world.

But until then, she had to work hard to live, try to become stronger, and nothing else unnecessary should exist.

After a long time, the beautiful eyes opened suddenly, and the light of the Qing ** person flashed from his eyes, and the bottom of his eyes returned to the deep and cold of the past in just a moment.

"Master, it's here."

"Hmm." Responding lightly, Yu Yu Lingshuang got out of the car.

At the door of the small building of smoke and rain, the people who knelt neatly on the ground were well-trained, they were all wearing white masks, painted with strange red patterns, like flowers and clouds, wearing black clothes made of special materials, and there seemed to be a very faint halo at a faint glance.

They are the most perfect killing weapon ghost shadow trained by Yu Yu Lingshuang, belonging to the Dark Pavilion Heavenly Killer, a group of thirteen people, all of them are strong in martial arts, they can completely restrain their breath, so that they are almost integrated with the air, and they are specially used to deal with top masters like Sang Moyu.

The dark pavilion is one of the best killer organizations in the rivers and lakes, and the master on the dark side is Gongzi Xianqing, but in fact, the real master behind it is Youyu Lingshuang.

"The target this time, the war king Sang Moyu, is ten miles of woods outside the eighth city, and there is no room for error."

Youyu Lingshuang looked at the group with a cold face, and said in a cold voice.

"Yes!" Everyone responded with neatly clenched fists, their eyes were gloomy, their voices were extremely cold and hard, and they couldn't find any popularity on their bodies, as if they were not people at all, but a group of puppets who only knew how to complete their master's orders.

"Sister, sister." At this moment, there were sudden calls from the flat ground.

Hearing the Youyu Lingshuang was both angry and helpless, and hurriedly caught the rushing Youyu Xingche, hugged him, and suddenly the bottom of his eyes was like ice and snow melting, and the spring flowers were blooming, and the beauty was suffocating.

"Che'er." He rubbed Yuyu Xingche's black hair, which was smoother than silk, and the corners of his lips hooked up a smile that turned everyone upside down.

"Sister, don't leave Che'er, woo, don't go to Jinguo, don't marry someone else, woo."

Youyu Xingche hugged Youyu Lingshuang's slender waist, and the tears that were crystal clear and hot kept dripping, and after a while, the clothes in front of Youyu Lingshuang were wet.

"Che'er, don't cry, tell my sister who told you first." Yu Yu Ling Shuang narrowed her eyes, and gently stroked Yu Yu Xingche's head while coaxing softly.

Yu Yu Xingche sniffed, looked up at Yu Yu Ling Shuang with teary eyes, and then buried his head back in her arms.

muffled voice: "Yes...... overheard, my sister wants to marry someone else, so she won't hurt Che'er. ”

Youyu sighed, Youyu Lingshuang only thought that he was a child's heart, but he didn't realize that Youyu Xingche, who was buried in her arms, suddenly flashed a fierce color in his pure and innocent eyes in the past.