In the thick fog, a tall black man, holding a flute in his right hand, crossed his lips, played a strange tune. The ink-engraved caftan and dark red long sleeves are flying fiercely in the wind.

Jun is like a jade tree in front of the court.

It looks like the moon of nine days.

He watched as the carriage fell off a cliff. The thin lips become a cold arc.

Mo Yan rarely smiled.

This smile is extremely beautiful and extremely cold, like a bloodthirsty Shura, and the heavens and the earth are discolored.

The moment the flute was put away, the melody also came to an abrupt end, and the surrounding locust wood ghost forest was like a picture scroll, twisting out of thin air and gradually dissipating.

Look at the past again.

Where there is still what locust wood, where there is still any dense fog, cliffs.

The treacherous illusion cast by the flute disappeared, and the official road leading to the outer city was under his feet, and the carriage carrying Ren Jing and Ren Sinong rushed out of the official road and slammed into a small mountain col, the car was completely deformed, and the horse was directly killed, as for the pair of sisters and brothers in the car, even if they did not die, they were injured and fainted.

"If you want to blame, blame you for moving people who shouldn't have moved."

Mo Yan's voice was low, like a cold star frost wind.

He didn't directly ask for Ren Sinong and Ren Jing's lives because it wasn't time yet.

In his revenge plan, there was originally a link with the surname Ren. After the criminal department, it should be the king of Ren. But Ren Shizi and Ren County Lord had killing intent towards Ziqian Mo, so he could only let them bleed in advance.

This is just the beginning.

More interesting is yet to come.

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The other side.

Prime Minister's Office.

After the succession of the prince was beaten, but Ren Sinong did not dare to seek revenge and fled on the spot, the eldest lady Wu Jiao was completely shocked, and the fear and jealousy of Mo Yan in her heart had risen to a new level.

As a result, Wu Jiao no longer dared to go to Ziqian Mo for trouble about the demon poison.

I didn't dare to say anything to search Ziqian Mo's residence, or find someone to identify whether the miscellaneous rabbit raised by Ziqian Mo was weird.

Ziqian Mo is happy to be quiet.

In a good mood, I decided to eat a big meal to celebrate.

As usual, the rabbit cooks.

After tossing for an hour, I made a very sumptuous dinner, almond lotus seeds, anchovy kites, spicy shrimp, nine dragon pearls, steamed finches, jade green bamboo shoots......

In addition, there is also a jade pearl wine made by the rabbit himself.

The wine is poured.

The dishes and chopsticks are also arranged.

Just wait for everyone to arrive.

Ziqian Mo's light-colored eyes frequently looked in the direction of the gate of Mochen Pavilion, waiting for Mo Yan. It was he who said that he had something to do when he went out and came back later.

"Master, don't you need food?" The rabbit asked respectfully, "If the food is cold, it won't be delicious." ”

Zi Qianmo said lightly: "Don't worry. ”

Rabbit 0\/\/\/\/0

"Hmm."

The host was right for everything.

The owner sat still, and it was all so good-looking.

After a while, at the door of Mochen Pavilion, there was the sound of footsteps, and the tall figure, like a god, came from the night.

When others look at it, they may think that Mo Yan is gloomy.

But in Zi Qianmo's opinion, no matter what time it was, the purple gold emperor qi like the lava of the waterfall entangled in Mo Yan's body would always be so dazzling. It's like a moving lighthouse in the dark.

"You're back."

"Hmm." Mo Yan's cold and hard silhouette softened in an instant.

It was the second time he had heard her say that.

And he is obviously very useful, a heart, like a spring breeze and rain, washes away blood.

"Eat."

Zi Qianmo motioned for him to sit down.