"I'm fine." Yaoguang had a signature smile on her face. Maybe it was the conversation just now, or maybe it was the hazy night, which made her joy a little more realistic.

"Hmm." Mo Xuan patted Yaoguang on the shoulder. After doing this set of actions, Mo Xuan began to regret it, and he might have added: If there is something in the future, he will deliberately talk to him first. The words have been spoken, and if they are not complete, they can only be stopped.

Only people who have something to do will say that they are okay.

Mo Xuan's worries were relieved, and he was looking at the surface of the river in the sparkling scales, he had not been the same since he was born. Far away from the high wall palace, calmly looking into the distance, so quiet and beautiful.

When he was transported from the Beiqi area to the Canglan country, he sat in a carriage wrapped in layers of tents. There was no light in the dimly lit carriage. No one to talk to, the barren of communication forgot to speak.

He still remembered that day he followed the tall general with his steps, his petite shadow, not yet reaching the crook of the general's legs, humbly following the general with his head bowed, carefully every step for fear of making a mistake.

He was too weak to bear the slightest fault.

After the general had told him a long list of rare treasures, his name was mentioned. The majestic emperor mentioned his name. All this became distant under the action of the scorching sun, and every word seemed to come from the eternal distance.

He knelt on the ground reverently, his back straight, the ground was scorched by the earth, his hands were flat on the ground, and the objects in front of him became hazy. Time seems to stand still.

Before leaving, my mother's tearful eyes came to mind. The heat caused him to hallucinate, as if someone was shouting in his ear.

"Let's go back." Yaoguang patted Mo Xuan's arm and woke him up from his memories.

Go back, he's not as weak as he was then.

"Raise your head." The emperor gave the order, and he was so hot and hazy that everything became unreal, and he did not realize that the sentence was addressed to him. Seeing that he did not react immediately, the general twisted his calf with his hand.

The membrane that enveloped him broke in an instant, and the overwhelming depression spread to him, and although he didn't look up, he could feel the general's gaze materialize and stab him in the neck.

Raising his head, he didn't dare to look directly at the emperor, his gaze drifted to one side.

Like a traveler in the desert encountering an oasis, those eyes are like the sun illuminating the darkness.

For a while, he was stunned, and at the same time, he felt a deep inferiority complex in his heart, he was a proton sent by a defeated country, and the other party was in the noble status of the prince.

"Well, bring it down." The guards lifted him up and took him away from the general. The bright eyes also departed from him. It was as if a little bit of light was out of the light, and it fell into the endless night again.

"Master forgiveness!" Qingyun's eyes were dead on the ground, and the atmosphere did not dare to come out, the storm was coming. None of the dispatched subordinates found out about the man in Number Four, and surprisingly, there was no trace of the young man.

These two people seemed to appear out of thin air, without the slightest trace, and others only said that the relationship between the two was very harmonious. Such inconsequential things only show that they are inefficient and incompetent.

The relationship between the two is not ordinary, the intimate exchange sentences, and the casual ridicule gestures seem to have known each other for a long time.

The poor scholar is not easy to explore, the scope of the young man is small, and the original intention is to start with him, and you can know the identity of the scholar.

I only know that the young man is like a child of a rich family everywhere, as long as he is of the same age, he has searched all of them, and no one has met.

"Forgiveness?" The unwavering voice rose slightly, more questioning than doubting.

"It's a subordinate ......"

"Get out!" With this fury, a white shadow floated by, and the delicate face instantly drew a bloody mark. Blood beads slowly ooze out like old mussel spit beads.

"Subordinates retire!"

Qingyun knelt down and then walked out of the house with a ferret clutching his claws and clutching his collar. Close the door gently and walk towards your room.

I don't know how far away, my finger lightly tapped the ferret's little brain melon at the collar, and at this time the little guy's body was not in a tight state.

She also knew that her master didn't like to explain, and dereliction of duty was dereliction of duty.

It was destined to be a night where no one was sleeping.

There was a knock on the door, Yaoguang opened her sleepy eyes, and she saw that the sun outside the window was already rising, and a shallow uneasiness appeared in her heart. Since she started to indulge, she still hasn't gotten up early to train for a long time, I wonder if the fist and foot kung fu she learned at that time was rusty? It's just that it's inconvenient for her to show it outside.

Even in an uninhibited situation, you still need to be careful, and everything that reveals your identity needs to be avoided as much as possible. The fists and feet have a specific move and a style, and if they are asked, they will always cause people to be suspicious.

"Enter." Yaoguang straightened his clothes and called for the people outside the door to enter.

The person who came, Yaoguang, was no stranger, it was Qingyun.

"Sister, do you have anything to do with me?" Yaoguang saw Qingyun no differently. It's just strange that she needs to do such a small thing by herself.

"My master has sent me to invite you." Qingyun's expression was not as full of vitality as when they met yesterday, and he spoke rigidly, stiff and indifferent every word, without the slightest emotional involvement.

"I'll go with you." Yaoguang nodded, habitually patted the impure dust on his shoulder, and followed Qingyun towards the door.

As soon as he went out, he saw Mo Xuan already waiting outside the door, and his expression was quite indifferent, as if everyone had turned over everything that happened yesterday. Life should be forward-looking.

Yaoguang and Mo Xuan followed behind Qingyun, their eyes meeting and full of doubts.

'Do you know why you're going?' Yaoguang frowned slightly, gesturing lightly. Whispering in front of Qingyun is a bit faceless, and you can only communicate with an application.

Mo Xuan was immersed in his own thoughts, and he didn't notice that Yaoguang was frowning here again, and he was gesturing with his fingers indiscriminately.

Yaoguang saw that the person next to him did not respond in the slightest when he gestured halfway, and slapped the back of the fugue guy with his hand with some dissatisfaction.

was already dissatisfied, and the attack was not cleared or heavy, Mo Xuan was hit by this sudden blow, and almost said the iconic pronoun "I ......" for a while, and just opened his mouth to realize that something was wrong, and quickly closed his mouth, just let out a dull snort.

Mo Xuan looked at the guy beside him who didn't know the height of the sky, and there was a breath of air in his chest, if he couldn't reveal his identity, he would have acted out of the way to him. has long been crowned with the guilt of the Nine Clans.

'What? Mo Xuan squinted his eyes and looked at the guy who was still bulging at any moment.

"What do you want us to do?" Yaoguang opened his mouth and mouth-shaped word by word.