"What?"

Su Mujiu had just washed up when he heard the maid's words.

"The alliance leader said that you should go to the tournament with him, and now the alliance leader is waiting outside the door." The maid conveyed her will respectfully.

Tournaments?

What's the use of her as a person with a weak hand or foot?

Do you want her to go up and compete in two games?

I'm afraid I'm going to be completely crippled.

"Okay, I'll be right here." Although Su Mujiu was a little puzzled in his heart, he still answered on his face.

A quarter of an hour later, Su Mujiu got into the carriage heading to the Night Pavilion.

Inside the carriage.

Incense is burning on the incense burner, and green smoke is rising.

Su Mujiu's body was tightly pressed against the wall of the carriage beside her, and she glanced at the stunning beauty who was leaning on the soft collapse with a casual face.

Still dressed in red, the long ink-colored hair was casually put on his body, as if he was splashing ink, and the red lips seemed to be dripping blood.

The beauty's eyes were half-open and half-closed, and her thin lips were lifted lightly, "What?" Do you envy my beauty? ”

Su Mujiu: "......"

Su Mujiu simply retracted his gaze and didn't take another look.

"Miss Su, I'm actually curious about who you provoked, who ruined your appearance and threw you off the cliff." The red-clothed beauty Meng Qingqing's tone was melodious, and the pink man supported her stunning cheeks, and her eyes fell on Su Mujiu's face.

The face in front of him was flushed, and the potholes were like pus.

It's really an abomination.

Su Mujiu pursed her lips and said nothing.

Meng Qingqing seemed to have expected this, he said unhurriedly: "It's okay if you don't say it, at least tell me your name, I'm your savior, isn't it?" ”

Su Mujiu turned his face sideways, and his clear eyes like stars opened slightly, as if a light was projected, making Meng Qingqing's body slightly stunned.

Then, he heard that beautiful voice, with the same coldness as ever, "Alliance leader, don't be mistaken, we are a deal." ”

Meng Qingqing's fingertips tapped her pink cheeks for a while, and then smiled: "You're right, you don't want to say that your identity is special?" ”

Su Mujiu didn't know the situation outside, she wasn't sure if Feng Tong was okay, and whether the two princes succeeded in forcing the palace.

If she rashly reveals her identity, she is afraid that she will be killed.

Xia Ji's woman, a femme fatale, will be revenged.

She can't reveal her name at the moment, disfigured or not, at least it's a barrier, and she won't be caught so easily.

Su Mujiu smiled lightly, and said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "Yes, I am a fugitive who has committed a heinous crime. ”

Meng Qingqing's pupils shrank slightly, her eyelashes curled, revealing a smile that turned everyone upside down, "Then didn't I become an accomplice in harboring fugitives?" Tsk, it's really interesting~"

Su Mujiu no longer paid attention to Meng Qingqing, she adjusted her posture and hugged her body tightly, curled up in the corner.

Meng Qingqing looked at Su Mujiu, who was as timid as a quail, and she didn't know how to feel a strange look coming from her chest, and her eyes were slightly softer.

Maybe this face was extremely beautiful in the past, and it was different.

After all, how could such a good-looking pair of pupils match such a mediocre face.

It's a pity......

Meng Qingqing retracted her gaze and leaned back on the soft couch to rest.

He is a heartless person, so why should he have pity for others.

Su Mujiu felt that her gaze was finally removed, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

The excessively beautiful person in this life always makes her feel extra dangerous.

The carriage traveled for three days and three nights, and Su Mujiu and Meng Qingqing never spoke again except for a few words of conversation on the first day, and they didn't care about each other, they had nothing to do with each other, as if they were two independent individuals.

Finally, they arrived at the door of the Night Pavilion.

Meng Qingqing got out of the carriage, and glanced at Su Mujiu, who was slowly swallowing crutches before getting off the carriage, with a slight disgust, and his thin lips lifted lightly, "Don't run around when you go in for a while, the Night Pavilion is not simple." ”

"Hmm." Su Mujiu replied with a lowered face.

"Veil on." Meng Qingqing took out the veil from her arms and handed it to Su Mujiu.

Su Mujiu sighed, and knew that his face was indeed ugly now, so he took the veil and supported his crutches, and put it on himself with great difficulty.

However, at the moment, her center of gravity was unstable and she was afraid of falling, so the veil was knotted several times and failed.

Meng Qingqing rolled her eyes, twisted her body a little impatiently, walked in front of Su Mujiu, and snatched the veil.

His cold and cold veil of persistence bypassed Su Mujiu's face, and the fingertips inadvertently touched the root of Su Mujiu's ear, and there seemed to be a kind of itching.

Su Mujiu smelled the fragrance that came to his face, which seemed to be the aroma of pear blossoms.

Her pupils shrank, and there was a hint of surprise in those eyes, and there was a little nostalgia.

A pair of beautiful eyes stared straight at the delicate and excessive face in front of him.

Meng Qingqing felt this scorching gaze, he suppressed the strangeness in his heart, and casually tied a knot like swallowing dates and retreated.

He turned his face and coughed softly, "Let's go." ”

But in an instant, it broke the charm between the two.

"Hmm." Su Mujiu lowered his head and followed.

As soon as the two of them walked to the gate of the night pavilion, they looked at the people coming and going.

Each of them came to the ceremony with a congratulatory gift in their hands and a smile on their faces.

When Meng Qingqing saw such a scene, a ghostly light crossed his eyes, and it dimmed a little.

It's really interesting, he, the leader of the martial arts alliance, is still there, and these people have begun to curry favor with the head of the Night Pavilion?

Meng Qingqing took Su Mujiu directly around the team, walked to the gate in a high-profile manner, and saw the face of the head of the Night Pavilion.

"Master of the Night." Meng Qingqing's thin lips were slightly opened, and her tone was a little flattering.

When the head of the night pavilion heard the familiar voice, his face changed slightly, but he hurriedly piled up a flattering smile, "Ouch, it turned out that the alliance leader was here, and it was a loss of welcome, it was really a loss of welcome!" ”

The old-fashioned and pale rhetoric made Meng Qingqing more and more dissatisfied, the corners of his mouth hooked, and his eyes were slightly raised: "Really?" Looks like the night boss welcomes me! ”

"That's not it, you're the leader of our martial arts alliance, which of us doesn't bow down to you!" The head of the Night Pavilion smiled very brightly, and the corners of his eyes were full of meat folds.

Meng Qingqing's eyes were glowing with cold light, and he sneered at each other, "In that case, why don't you give me a post at such a grand martial arts conference?" ”

The smile of the head of the Night Pavilion froze on his face, he laughed dryly, and hurriedly said, "Isn't this that I'm afraid that the alliance leader, your old man's affairs will be busy!" I don't dare to disturb, come on, come on, the alliance leader hurry up, please come in! ”