Yin Lingyue trotted all the way to find Mo Yuan, and when she arrived at the gate of the courtyard where Mo Yuan lived, her jubilant footsteps suddenly stopped and stopped moving forward.

There is a stout willow tree next to the courtyard, the willow silk hangs low, graceful, the willow shadow is swaying, dancing in the wind, and a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy is sitting on the tree, who is looking at her curiously.

The young man has a slender body, thick eyebrows and sword eyes, and a complexion like wheat, although he is not very old, he looks extraordinary. The young man sat casually on a tree, holding a sword in his hand, hugging it in front of his chest, wearing a dark blue robe hanging low, flying in the wind, beautiful as a painting.

"Are you...... Guests in the village? ”

Yin Lingyue asked tentatively, the young man's dress is all superior, it is impossible to be the descendant of Dream Back to the Villa, but Yin Lingyue, the big man in the Dream Back Villa, has seen it, and it is clear that there is no such person. Therefore, the boy should not be from the village, but the dream back to the villa is heavily guarded, and the boy can come and go freely in the village, and it is very likely that he will be a guest in the village.

The young man didn't answer, just looked at Yin Lingyue lightly, his eyes full of banter.

The atmosphere was a little cold, Yin Lingyue smiled awkwardly, "That, my name is Yin Lingyue, what about you?" ”

Yin Lingyue thought that the young man would not pay attention to her, but to her surprise, the young man withdrew his gaze at Yin Lingyue and said, "Yu." ”

Yu?

Yin Lingyue quickly searched in her brain and confirmed that she really didn't know this person.

"Well, Yu, what are you doing here?"

"Watching a play."

"Watching a play?" Yin Lingyue wondered if there was something wrong with her ears.

"The treasure of Zhenzhuang is stolen from the sword, and the dream of returning to the villa is a mess, isn't it a good show?" The young man turned his head to look at Yin Lingyue and sighed, "It's a pity that the play has ended before it starts, it's boring." ”

The boy's tone was cold, as if he was saying something inconsequential.

Yin Lingyue was shocked, but she also understood a general idea, could it be ......

Yin Lingyue covered her mouth, not letting herself scream, and her eyes focused on the sword in the young man's hand again, the scabbard was exquisite, and the sword qi was smart, could it be the Death Sword?

"You don't have to doubt that this is the treasure of the town village that dreams of returning to the villa, and Yin Lianyun's love is like the sword of life."

The young man's direct words confirmed Yin Lingyue's guess, and he was not at all worried that Yin Lingyue would know about his theft of the Death Sword.

That's right, being able to take the stolen treasures of the village in the dream back villa and walk around grandiosely, this person's ability must be very extraordinary, Yin Lingyue is just a little girl, how can she pose a threat to him.

"Why did you steal the Death Sword?"

"If I say I just want to prove myself, would you believe me?"

Yin Lingyue shook his head, who would risk stealing a sword that was useless to themselves in order to prove himself?

"Believe it or not, I don't really want this sword, but if I can prove myself with it, I don't mind risking it for it."

"And what do you want to prove?"

"It proves that there is nothing in the world that my first god cannot steal! Prove that I am my father's best son! Proving that my existence is not a family disgrace! ”

The more the boy spoke, the more excited he became, and when he got to the back, he roared almost with all his might, as if it was a pain hidden in his heart, and suddenly he was torn apart by someone, and the severe pain forced him to collapse.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked." Yin Lingyue was at a loss and could only apologize.

The young man also realized that he was out of shape, and he turned his back to this Yin Lingyue, not wanting to face her face to face again.

Yin Lingyue took a few steps forward, "Yu, you want to prove yourself, it's understandable. But it's not right that your actions have caused harm to others. Do you know that because of the theft of the Death Sword, the owner of Yin Zhuang was hit hard, and he dreamed of returning to the villa in a mess, and my best friend was also mistaken for the culprit who stole the Death Sword, and no one dared to talk to him in the village, for fear of being implicated by him. ”

"So what? It's just people who have nothing to do with it. ”

"You ......" she said for a long time, and it was all in vain.

"So what do you think I should do? Obediently return the sword of separation, and then apologize? Sorry, the word return is not in the dictionary of the world's first thief, as for apologies? No way. ”

Yin Lingyue still wanted to persuade, but at this moment, Mo Yuan's voice sounded in the courtyard.

"Is Yueyue here?"

However, in a few seconds, when Mo Yuan came to Yin Lingyue's side, the Yu on the tree had already disappeared without a trace.

"Yueyue, what did you just mutter to the big tree?" Mo Yuan asked curiously, he had already seen Yin Lingyue, but he waved his hand like Yin Lingyue, but Yin Lingyue didn't see it, so he ran over.

"There was a strange young man sitting on the tree just now, named Yu, he was the one who stole the Death Sword, I was about to persuade him to return the Death Sword and return your innocence, Xiao Yuan, you ran over, but in the blink of an eye, he disappeared without a trace."

"This man is so handsome!" Mo Yuan exclaimed.

"Does Yueyue know why he stole the Death Sword?"

"He said it to prove himself."

"Stealing the Sword proves that he's very powerful?" Mo Yuan also felt incredible, obviously he didn't expect that the reason for the theft of the Death Sword turned out to be this.

Although Yin Lingyue didn't know why the Death Sword was the treasure of the town village that dreamed of returning to the villa, she knew that in fact, the Sword was not very precious, and it was not even a peerless sword.

"Yueyue, do you think it's weird to dream back to the villa?"

"Forehead......" Yin Lingyue did feel that it was a little strange to dream back to the villa, but there was nothing wrong with it.

The dream of returning to the villa in Yin Lingyue's eyes is that it is a rich merchant family, with thousands of dollars in money, a group of slaves, and a large number of guards, but any older family will do this.

"Yueyue, Menghui Villa is known as the first village in the world, so that people in the rivers and lakes stay away, plus the rich rival country, if there is no snobbery, it will have been targeted a long time ago. If you don't have any strength, how can Menghui Villa stand on the rivers and lakes for many years without falling. As for Yin Xiaoyun, he is not only a capable businessman, but also one of the top ten masters in the rivers and lakes, and the current martial arts alliance leaders are all defeated generals under him, and the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance is not that he can't get it, but he disdains to get it. ”

Mo Yuan paused, and then said, "And Yueyue shouldn't know, in fact, the real trump card of Dream Back to the Villa is actually a secret weapon, Yin Xiaoyun in his early years relied on this to make a name for himself in the rivers and lakes, and his martial arts only advanced by leaps and bounds fourteen years ago." As a study in the solemn place of Dream Back Mountain, it should be said that he is impregnable, and he can successfully break into the secret room of the study to steal the sword and come out alive, can you prove that he is very powerful? ”

"It turns out that Dream Back to the Villa is so powerful! But Obuchi, how do you know so much? ”

"It's not a secret to dream of returning to the villa, and it will be clear after a little inquiry."

Yin Lingyue is right to think about it, as the first mountain villa in the world, many things about dreaming of returning to the villa are already well-known, and they are not secrets.

Yin Lingyue then remembered the half can of chicken soup that she had been holding in her hand, "Oh, look at my memory." This is the chicken soup that my senior brother boiled for me, I specially left half of it for you, I forgot about it when I met Yu just now, and now it is cold. ”

Mo Yuan took the jar and said with a smile: "It's okay, the chicken soup that Yueyue specially left behind must be delicious." ”

"Of course, let's go in first."

After Yin Lingyue finished speaking, she pulled Mo Yuan into the courtyard together.