Ink Pavilion

At this time, the annex of the Intelligence Pavilion looked at the old accounts in front of him, piled up.

Mo Yi'an had a bitter face, he had already begun to seriously doubt his life, he had known that returning to the Intelligence Pavilion would be such an ending, and he would not have thrown himself to Luo for the sake of Di Mohan's holiday of a few days.

In just seven days, for Mo Yi'an, it can be called a year.

Now, the most painful realization, there is no doubt that the Intelligence Pavilion is simply a dark place.

Looking up at the sky, looking down at the tattered documents, I couldn't help but wail: "Ah! When is the end of such a day? ”

"Ah......h

Outside the door, Eleven, who had been listening to Mo Yi'an's movements, twitched slightly a few times at the corner of his mouth, and then, pretending not to hear anything, stood quietly, and continued to act as the door god.

"Eleven, you let Ben go out less." Throwing the fold in his hand and yelling at the door.

However, no one answered, and when the words fell, Mo Yi'an got up directly, approached the door frame, and roared again.

"Night Eleven, I know you're outside."

Through the window, he vaguely saw a figure standing there.

The corners of Ye Eleven's mouth moved slightly, and he secretly said in his heart: "Of course he is outside, and he has a heavy responsibility. ”

In order to monitor Mo Yi'an, he handled the previous things well, which can be said to be a lot of hard work, and he didn't dare to leave an inch, for fear that Mo Yi'an would take advantage of the loophole and escape.

In this way, he was the only one to clean up the rest of the mess, and he felt terrible when he thought about it, so he quickly moved two steps away from Mo Yi'an.

If Mo Yi'an knew that Ye Eleven would be watching him like a prisoner, he might be more distracted.

Of course, at this time, Mo Yi'an was also depressed and depressed, facing a pile of documents all day long, light and tasteless, he was about to clear his heart and forget the prosperity of the flower world outside.

"Ouch! My stomach hurts, well, it hurts, I want to go to the toilet, night eleven, you open the door for me, let me out. ”

Patting the door with one hand, he shouted at the figure outside, for the sake of realism, with a slight trill, it sounded really a little like: "Ah, hurry, I can't help it, I'm going to die of pain." ”

"Eleven, open the door and let me out~"

However, the people outside the door didn't buy it at all, and looked at Mo Yi'an's wailing indifferently.

After a final glance, he said indifferently: "Mo Shao, don't struggle hard, your tricks are useless." ”

At the moment of "......", Mo Yi'an felt that there was no love.

Once upon a time, those routines that Mo Yi'an used, but all the people in the Intelligence Pavilion, which one of them did not know by heart, and there was no doubt about it.

"Is Ben Shao that kind of person? It's all this time, how could I be joking~"

"Heh, Mo Shao, you're that kind of person." Eleven replied coldly.

As soon as Mo Yi'an wanted to defend himself, he heard Ye Eleven add a sentence from behind, "For the sake of being chic, do everything you can~"

"..."Instantly pierced my heart.

The hand that slapped the door, and the other hand that covered his stomach, made it difficult for Mo Yi'an to pretend anymore.

The words "good look~" were gritted teeth.

Retreated to his seat, put his foot on the desk, and continued to the figure outside the door: "Night Eleven, you are really good. ”

Word by word, that strength, I can't wait to unload the other party.

"Thank you Mo Shao for the compliment..."

When Mo Yi'an kept chattering, Ye Eleven outside the door seemed to hear his words, and replied without saltiness.

"You'd better pray that I won't be able to get out for the rest of my life, or else... Hmph......" sighed coldly.

"It's not possible to go out for the rest of your life, but now, if Mo Shao wants to go out, it's impossible~"

Ye Eleven remembered that the pile of documents that Mo Yi'an had just moved in an hour ago was enough for him to toss for a long time.

Yu Guang glanced out of the door, there was no movement, Mo Yi'an's eyes were dark, and a little deep thought flowed in his eyes.

Looking back at the fold on the desk that had been put down by himself, he suddenly felt a heart jam.

Mo Yi'an asked himself, after more than 20 years of chic, he has never been so aggrieved, who can tell him how he will be freed in three days.

Thinking of the words that the man brought back, his handsome face, which had always been bright and flawless, frowned, "Lord Wang, shouldn't you be so ruthless, leave me alone~"

"Let me stay in the ink pavilion, and I'll pay it back~ I'm going to die, I'm going to die..."

So in the quiet courtyard, only Mo Yi'an muttered alone, the voice of mourning all over the field, and those who didn't know thought that what was wrong with the pavilion master of the Intelligence Pavilion-

……

At this time, far away in the southern border of the Flame Country, deep in the cliff, at the bottom of the endless abyss, a hidden place, with a little mysterious aura.

A palatial palace, better than the pattern of the royal family of the Flame Country, shrouded in green smoke, looming.

This is the temple above the four kingdoms, the only other force on the same level as the ink pavilion.

In the main hall, three old men in Tsing Yi looked at the middle-aged man in a light gray robe standing with his hands on the opposite side.

"High Priestess, our previous plan failed..."

Suddenly, the old man in Tsing Yi, who was the leader, opened his mouth first and looked at the man opposite.

In his eyes, there was naturally a little anxiety.

"Great Elder, it has been sprinkled, but it has not yet reached the last moment, why did it fail?"

Hearing this, the high priest looked indifferent, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and replied in a shallow voice.

"Didn't the High Priest hear the words of the bait I just released? Moge has intercepted our people, so that they will know..."

Before he could say the rest of the words, he was interrupted by the other party: "Don't be impatient..."

Suddenly, he pinched his fingers slightly, and the high priest smiled gloomily on his face: "It may not be a good thing for Moge to intervene in it~"

There was a strange arc at the corner of his mouth, and a cold glint crossed his eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking.

The Great Elder was stunned, taken aback by the other party's words, raised his head, and looked over in confusion, his eyes full of questions.

"Over the years, how many spies have been sent by the temple, but have they found the slightest bit of news?"

Several people looked at each other, their heads drooped and did not dare to raise their heads, until this time, there were countless spies and undercover agents sent out by the temple, and even eyeliner was installed in the royal families of various countries, but there was no news about the person they were looking for.

If it weren't for the altar display, they would have wondered if there really was such a person in the world.

"Nope." The three elders shook their heads in unison.

"Among the four kingdoms, we have verified all those who may have something to do with the emperor, but none of them are, and now, the only one who has not understood is the temple's rival Mo Ge..."

The high priest's eyes flickered, and his words were convincing.

"The High Priest means to say—" Suddenly, the Great Elder was a little surprised.

Hearing some meaning from the other party's mouth, the second elder who had been silent for a long time on the side raised his head leisurely, and then spoke out loud, and continued the words of the great elder: "It is very likely that the Emperor Monarch we have been looking for is hiding in the Ink Pavilion!" ”