Coming to the hall of the cottage, it also shocked Murong Qianran, if it is an ordinary cottage, it can be imagined that a stick of men living together, how good can it be? However, it is much more than you can imagine.

Inside the lobby, the most central seat symbolizing the king is actually made of bronze, carved tigers and leopards, so silent, and under the seats, there are two rows of neatly placed wooden red chairs, a total of eight seats, the lobby is on all sides, the doors and windows are tight, and there is no decoration.

Suddenly, a huge battle map bloomed on Murong Qianran's left side, and if you look closely, you can still see that the land painted on it is a dazzling place.

Although Murong Qianran knew that this cottage was not another cottage, the battle drawings in this hall still shocked her, Lang Xiaoyue, Lang Xiaoyue, you are really a delicious piece of fat, in order to get half of your country, Xuanyuan Che and the Hasaqi clan, the Northern Underworld is really painstaking.

A man with a military demeanor led Murong Qianran into the lobby and invited her to take a seat, she was no longer polite, she walked to the chair at the end of the right side and sat down, she glanced indifferently at the two mighty men guarding her with blood-red phoenix eyes, and the expressions they looked at her were not much better.

After all, the woman in front of her had killed many of their brothers, and if it weren't for the second son's words first, he couldn't have beaten her to ashes at this time.

The owner of the village commanded the person next to him, and the person ran out quickly, and when the owner of the village sat on the seat in the center, a cold light glowing with murderous aura shot towards Murong Qianran, but his words were far from his own reaction.

"If I know that the girl is the person my second son is looking for, I will not let my subordinates hurt the girl, please forgive me for the offense."

Have you ever seen a skin that doesn't smile? The owner of the village had a hideous face, a full beard, he couldn't tell where the mouth was, and he couldn't tell whether he was smiling or not, and his big eyes were bright, but there was a little more resentment, which made the whole face look indescribably hypocritical.

"Since you are so polite, then you might as well ask the owner of the village to bring my subordinates over", since Murong Qianran was taken to the front yard by them, he had never seen Mu Lejin, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious in his heart, and he was afraid that they would sprinkle their resentment on Mu Lejin.

The owner of the village raised his eyebrows lightly, pretending to be abrupt, and immediately waved his hand to beckon his subordinates and asked, "Bring the girl's subordinates."

After his subordinates went out, the owner of the village laughed dryly, but it was extremely unpleasant to hear to Murong Qianran.

"Hehe, the girl's injuries need to be cleaned up in time, why don't I go and get a doctor?"

There seemed to be a kind of flattery in it, but I saw Murong Qianran shaking his head slightly, not looking at the owner of the village, and said lightly: "No need."

After hearing this, the owner of the village inadvertently locked his eyebrows, and said: "How can it be done, in such weather, if the wound is not cleaned up in time, it may not be more serious"?

Murong Ranran smiled mockingly, although his cheeks were covered with a black cloth, the owner of the village still felt her strong contempt, "What? Afraid that I will sue your second son"?

The owner of the village stiffened, and his face was a little more embarrassed, but in the end, he was experienced, so he quickly covered up his embarrassment and grinned: "The girl is really good at laughing, the girl broke into my cottage at night, tried to rescue the woman in the cottage, and killed so many of my brothers, and the girl just suffered some skin injuries, this account, calculated and calculated, is the second son's loss, and the girl can still say that the dead are alive?"

"That's right, the people of Hazarqi have always been united, and now that so many brothers have died, they are naturally unwilling."

The owner of the village was poked in the sore spot by Murong Qianran, not only the owner of the village, but even the guards in the hall were also furious, and he couldn't go up and kill the woman with a knife to avenge his brothers.

"Oh? It seems that the girl does know a lot about the cottage", the owner of the village said on the surface, but the bottom of his eyes was unfathomable, but he didn't expect that this woman even knew this, I really don't know what the second son is looking for her? If she goes out and tells others, won't all her plans be in vain?

Murong smiled silently, didn't say anything more, and after a while, he saw Mu Lejin being put in dirty all over his body, and even the mask on his face was torn off.

"Master.....".

A subtle sound came into Murong Qianran's ears, it seemed that Mu Lejin was not lightly injured, and she was immediately extremely angry in her heart, it seems that she really guessed correctly, these people can't do anything about her, so they want to vent to her subordinates, she doesn't dare to imagine, if she lets the owner of the village hand over someone one second later, then ..... The consequences are truly unimaginable.

She walked towards Mu Lejin with an arrow step, and the two people holding Mu Lejin saw her coming, as if they deliberately withdrew their arms back, making Mu Lejin fall to the ground, Murong Qianran took advantage of the two of them not paying attention, pulled out the small flying knife on his waist, and waved it lightly, and when she walked over, the two of them had already fallen in a pool of blood before they could see clearly.

The owner of the village was suddenly shocked, sat up suddenly, pointed at Murong and shouted: "Bold, you still dare to be presumptuous here, do you really think that with the protection of the second son, I won't dare to kill you?"

As soon as the owner of the village said this, everyone inside and outside the hall flocked to surround Murong Qianran and Mu Lejin, each pulling out the scimitar at his waist and looking at the two of them with fierce eyes.

"He is the person I brought, and your brother was also killed by me, just come at me", Murong Tanran's meaning could not be clearer, and the others also understood what it meant after hearing it, and they all turned their heads to look at the owner of the village, as if as long as he said a word, they would kill the two people in front of them desperately.

But I didn't want to, before the owner of the village could speak, a lazy voice had already come from outside the door.

"What? Dare to do it to my people"?

After the words, everyone's eyes flashed abnormally, and they put down their scimitars, pushed them aside, and made way for them, and even the owner of the village in the lobby hurried to the door to greet them.

And Murong Qianran didn't even look at it, he was helping Mu Lejin to check the wound, as soon as he heard the prodigal voice, he knew who it was, except for Mo Yan, who could easily walk into this cottage?

Wind and dust, but still smiling, a snow-white light fur slightly stained with dust, but too late to brush away, handsome, compared to the people he saw at the beginning, less beard, standing straight at the door, looking from afar, like a jade-faced scholar.

He slowly walked towards Murong Qianran, and everyone knelt down one after another, but his eyes swept over the people in the hall, vaguely revealing a bit of majesty, "This son asked you to find someone, why did you hurt her so badly?"

The owner of the village knew that the second son was asking him again, so he hurriedly knelt down and explained: "Back to the second son, at first the subordinates didn't know that the person the second son was looking for was her, and she sneaked into the cottage late at night, came to save people, and killed many brothers.

"Oh"? Mo Yan killed many brothers in the village when he heard it? His brows furrowed slightly, and he looked down at Murong Qianran, as if waiting for her to give him an explanation.