On the day of the Chinese New Year's Eve palace banquet, Mu Yan died under Su Yuan's sword, Yin Chenglu was very compassionate, and sealed Mu Yan's body with thousands of years of cold ice, for Su Yuan, the woman who personally cut off the life of his beloved, he did not have any punishment, but he never saw her again.

What does a dead man mean to Yin Chenglu? It means that Mu Yan will never reject him again, and he will no longer reject his love.

Yin Chenglu would rather stay in the Forbidden Palace and mutter to himself in the ice coffin than look at Su Yuan or any other woman.

But the forbidden palace was stolen at this time, and there were a lot of gold and silver and platinum, but Mu Yan sealed in the ice coffin was missing.

Yin Chenglu was furious and ordered to kill all the guards of the Forbidden Palace and quit the court for a few days.

The only person who could escape the eyes of the heavy guards of the imperial city and swagger out of Mu Yan's body was Mo Yu.

Mo Yu didn't go far. Who would have thought that he would hide Mu Yan in Emperor Lian's small mausoleum?

The soul-attracting flute was played for seven days, and the sound of the flute came out of the mausoleum, into the Apocalypse City, into the Yin Palace, and into Yin Chenglu's ears.

On the seventh day, Yin Chenglu came with a group of military guards in person, dug up the grave and opened the coffin, and razed the tomb of Emperor Lian to the ground.

Mo Yu was hiding in the bushes not far away, and Mu Yan in his arms had not yet woken up.

The firelight is light, everything is silent, Yin Chenglu's laughter under the night is desolate like a ghost, Mo Yu stares at his every move vigilantly, with his own ability, it is very easy not to be discovered, but what about Mu Yan? The Soul Flute sent her soul back to her body, and if she woke up at this moment, she would inevitably be discovered by Yin Chenglu and his men, at least Mo Yu did not have the confidence to confront Yin Chenglu head-on.

This man, Mo Yu always felt that he was unusual, just looking at him from a distance, he could feel a powerful energy surging in his body, as if he could devour everything in an instant.

Yin Chenglu took people back to the city, and suddenly stopped in front of the bushes where Mo Yu was hiding, Mo Yu was so nervous that his whole heart was almost about to pop out, his invisibility technique at that time was not effective, don't joke with him at this time!

The person in his arms suddenly moved, Mo Yu was so shocked that he was dripping with cold sweat, and suddenly leaned over Mu Yan's lips. The cold touch of the lip flap instantly hit Mo Yu's whole body, and Mo Yu didn't dare to go deeper, holding a pair of copper bell-like eyes. Mu Yan opened his eyes quietly, his eyes were facing each other, and he wanted to struggle, but his whole body was suppressed by Mo Yu, and even breathing became a luxury.

Yin Chenglu strode away, leaving a row of sunken boot prints on the ground. Mo Yu let go of Mu Yan at this time, Mu Yan looked at him in horror, "...... just now" Mu Yan reached out and touched his lips, which seemed to still have the taste of Mo Yu.

"Just now...... Mo Yu stepped back a little awkwardly, "I had to do it just now." ”

"I understand." Mu Yan stood up with her support on the ground, her soul had been separated from her body for too long, and she was a little uncomfortable, and she only moved two steps before she staggered.

Mo Yu hugged her and comforted: "I've checked it all, you don't have to worry, your body is still intact, not rotten and smelly." ”

No matter how he heard this, Mu Yan glared at him: "What do you want to express?" ”

Mo Yu waved his hand and explained, "I mean...... I mean...... Well...... Millennial Ice is such a good thing. The soul-attracting flute was turning at will in his hand, and Mu Yan glanced at it, it looked like it was just an ordinary bamboo flute, and it actually had the ability to attract souls to life.

"Don't look at it ordinary." Mo Yu seemed to see through Mu Yan's thoughts, "However, for you, if you don't know how to play, it is indeed an ordinary flute, worthless." ”

Mu Yan was not interested in his "magic weapon", but when he saw this flute, he had to sigh: "Should your flute playing skills be improved?" ”

"How?"

"It's nothing, the tune you play will make people mistake it for a scattered requiem." It's so bad that even ghosts can scare away.

Is it unpleasant? Mo Yu brought the flute close to his mouth, and Mu Yan quickly covered his ears and ran away as if he couldn't hide.

"Is it really that ugly?" Mo Yu muttered to himself, he had lived for more than two hundred years, and it was the first time he had heard that his flute was difficult to hear, and this was really an extremely ferocious blow.