Bu Songyue scolded angrily: "The dog of the Nine Prisons Huangquan bites people and doesn't look at who the other party is? You dare to meddle in the affairs of Shenweimen, believe it or not, I'll tell Shen Qiye! You Nine Prisons Huangquan don't want to live! ”

The black-clothed man in the shadows didn't intend to waste words with her, they were all silent, their eyes were dark and sharp, like statues standing, so cold and solemn that no one else had room to stand or resist, as long as the people of the Shenwei Sect dared to be presumptuous, they would attack again.

Mu Zisu whispered to Gu Xiuyuan: "See, this fool dares to die here, we don't need to do it, someone will clean her up." ”

Gu Xiuyuan was embarrassed, is this what is called acting according to her eyes......

But...... Mu Zisu looked at the shadow guards and felt that they were dressed a little familiarly, she seemed to have seen them somewhere when she was a child.

When she was studying in Danfeng Academy before, Sun Ruoan passed on the matter of her and others, and within a few days, the Sun family was raided by a group of black-clothed people. At that time, Mu Zisu and Xiao Xian happened to pass by, she leaned on the wall and watched the excitement for a while, and saw Sun Ruoan's father shouting at the male duck that there was someone in the Forbidden Palace, and Mu Zisu saw the big brother in black reward him several mouths.

It seems that the group of people who copied Sun Ruoan's house in the first place were these shadow guard brothers in the Yellow Springs of the Nine Prisons? It's just that how could the Sun family get into trouble with the people of the Nine Prisons and Huangquan?

Bu Songyue saw that the momentum was not right, turned her head to Mu Zisu and said, "Little waste, don't be too happy, whether you can take the gossip furnace away alive depends on your creation!" ”

The implication of these words was to wait for Mu Zisu to come out of the Nine Prisons Huangquan before intercepting and killing her.

Mu Zisu said: "Okay, I'll wait for you." ”

"Shen Qiye has arrived-"

After a vast sound, everyone in the auction house looked behind them in unison.

I saw a man wearing a vermilion brocade robe sitting on the gilded unicorn chair carried by four people, lazily picking up the chair, holding a delicate gilt cigarette stick in his hand and spitting out clouds, looking at everyone condescendingly. When he laughed, it was different from Xiao Xian's gentleness that seemed to make everyone melt in their hearts, and it was not Gu Xiuyuan's introverted shyness, but a somewhat playful and ill-intentioned bad smile. The thin lip flaps, the slightly hooked corners of the lips, and the little white face that turns all beings upside down, exudes a silent and fatal temptation. is not superficial frivolity, but also a long-standing depth and unfathomable, which will make people know that he is a merciless prodigal, but he is willing to die under his big red robe.

When everyone saw that it was the Seventh Master coming, they hurriedly got up and saluted, "Shen Seventh Master is blessed with longevity and good health." Then they all stood with their necks bowed and their eyebrows bowed, not daring to move.

Mu Zisu's gaze passed through the layers of crowds and looked at Shen Qihuan on the golden chair, only to feel that her little heart was beating wildly, and she was about to jump out of her throat.

I thought that this Seven Sage, who had lived for more than a hundred years, was an old man, but I didn't expect it to be a noble son!

The man was born with a good appearance of playing flowers, with handsome eyebrows and eyes, and he was as rich as jade when talking and laughing. If others don't say it, at first glance, I think it's someone's little white face. He also had a pink peach blossom in his big man's bun, and I don't know which young lady's boudoir came from it, and there was a fragrant smell on his face. The big red robe, which was not tightly bound by the belt, was scattered at will, revealing a white undershirt, just like his lazy person, standing or sitting. On his other wrist was a thin silk with incense pills hanging from it, and his arm was resting on the golden armrest, and the exquisite incense pills hung down in his palm, which was a plaything and could also make incense grow at the bottom of his sleeve.