Not long ago, the most prosperous and lively field in the north is now just ruins and dust.

The charred pillars were stacked on top of each other on the ground, and around them, many people were picking up the mess, going back and forth.

The fire had long since been extinguished, the black smoke had long since stopped, and the only thing that could not be lost was the scorching smell that permeated the sky.

The man looked indifferently at everything in front of him, and suddenly, he caught something in the group of people who were cleaning up the mess; a pair of dark eyes were as bright as a nighthawk, and the corners of his mouth were sneering; the young man pulled the rag wrapped around his face with his wind-blown and somewhat rough skin, and followed alone.

I saw a person looking around for a while, and then quietly left in the busy crowd. And that person is one of the disciplines of the private training workshop.

He sneaked out of the crowd, turned around towards the alley behind, arrived at a house that was not good or bad, packed it soft, and walked towards the entrance of Luancheng City.

He was very careful along the way, glancing back from time to time, as if he was afraid of being followed by someone, and only the moment he left the city gate, the look on the man's face slowed slightly.

He tossed his wrap, which was not large, but seemed to be a little heavy, and every time he could not take a few steps, he had to change his shoulders and droop.

The icy and biting cold wind did not affect this person at all, but the white mist that his heavy breathing turned into at night, and the movement of wiping his forehead with his hand from time to time showed the anxious emotions in this person's heart.

When he walked several miles in a row until he sat down on a flat sand ground and began to beat his legs with his hands, a hoarse voice without the slightest temperature echoed coldly behind him: "What, this is tired?"

The voice in the middle of the night, like an ice cellar, like a ghost from the abyss, with covetous peeps and mockery, was slowly climbing up the edge of hell to his side.

"Who?!" the man bounced off the ground in shock, looked around in a panic, and finally realized that the voice was coming from behind him, and turned back sharply.

Behind him, there stood a man dressed in smudged and tattered clothes, a head and a half taller than him, whose face was tightly covered, revealing only a pair of eyes as black as ink. But those eyes were as bright as those of a jackal at night, without the slightest emotion, except for a chill.

"You...... Who are you?!" The man took a few steps back in fright, clutching his heavy package.

The masked man sneered: "It's only been a few days, and you can't recognize me?"

There was a blank look in the man's eyes, he didn't have the slightest impression of the person in front of him, but when he saw the black totem revealed in the mouth of the tattered clothes, he was stunned on the spot, and began to tremble involuntarily.

Looking at the man's trembling body, the masked man lowered his head slightly, looked at the cracked chest, and sneered again: "Remember?"

"No...... None of my business, we ...... We're also on orders......" The man kept backing away, and the masked man pressed close.

"On orders, you're talking about the boss of the Tianyi Academy? He's dead. A cold, hoarse voice rang out from the rags on the man's face.

"Right...... Be...... It's him...... He is the one who taught us ...... well. The man's foot accidentally stepped on a small stone, and he was struck, and then fell, and his package was scattered on the ground, and suddenly a pile of jeweled gold and silver was revealed. However, at this time, he was in no mood to care about the scattered jewels, and he had no intention of caring for his own feet. It's just crawling backwards.

Suddenly, the person on the other side squatted down and grabbed his collar, stared at him like a hidden beast in the dark night, and said coldly: "So what?"

So, so what?!

Because of that inhuman experience, as soon as he closed his eyes, nightmares rushed like a tide, so that he could not sleep peacefully for a day, because of that despicable experience, as soon as he saw the woman he loved, he felt like a pit of filth, as long as he touched it, or even said a word, that woman would be polluted.

No one would appreciate the joy and sorrow in Da Zelin's heart the moment he saw that woman, the sense of disparity between the world and the world, almost swallowed it up.

If, in his heart, the little palace master was the bright moon in the sky, he was the dust on the earth, then now, the bright moon is still there, but the dust has become the dirtiest and vulgar thing that even he himself can't speak.

There are things that women who are clean and self-conscious care about, and men who care about them too.

However, the ignorant beauty he cared about was broken again and again!

"We ...... We've taught you so much...... Your master will like it, and in the future, you will be ...... It's the pet your master cares about the most...... Enjoy endless glory and wealth...... Don't...... Isn't that good......"

A trembling voice pulled Ink Frost back from his infinite thoughts, and he looked coldly at the mallet-like man, and his hoarse voice sounded behind the rags: "Master, pet, do you still think that when you are dying?"

The man seemed to suddenly remember something in fright, and suddenly said, "You are a rebel?!"

"Rebels?" Mo Shuang sneered, and he no longer answered, but pulled out a jade cone from his waist and shook it in front of the man's eyes.

The man was stunned when he saw it.

That thing, he is very familiar with, is one of the "torture tools" of the private training workshop - Zhantai Yulian.

"What are you going to do?!" the flesh on the man's face twitched.

Mo Shuang's sword eyebrows raised slightly: "You have used this thing on me many times, and it is perfect to use it on you!"

The man tried to step back again, as if remembering the inglorious use of the instrument, but was caught by the ink frost.

He was amazed at how this man, who had not had much strength before, could have such great strength at this moment, that hand was simply a solid iron tongs, firmly clamping himself, so that he could not move at all, and the man's eyes were wide open.

"I'm not going to do that to you. Ink Frost said coldly.

However, before the man could subconsciously breathe a sigh of relief, a heart-wrenching pain bloomed in his abdomen! Before he could scream, a hand had already covered his mouth.

The tip of the jade cone was originally sleek, but under the man's astonishing force, it directly pierced through the intestines, and the moment it was pulled out, it was red.

In this way, the ink cream stabbed three times in a row like a madman, but it avoided the vital point. A dark red gradually oozed from his dark eyes, with a hint of pleasure.

"Say, where are the other two?" a low, hoarse voice sounded in the man's ears. "Say it, I'll let you go, don't say it...... I'll drive thirty skeletons on you. ”

The man looked at the bloody holes in his abdomen and legs, and was shocked, and his mouth squeaked.

Ink Frost let go of the hand covering the other party's mouth and looked at him coldly.

"No...... I don't know ......."

"Don't know?"

The already bright red jade cone was lifted again, this time aimed at the man's eyes.

"But...... But, I've heard they've been saved!" the man looked at the bleeding awl in horror and hurriedly added.

"Finish talking, don't try to delay with me!" Ink Frost's cold eyes were dark red with blood.

"I heard from them that they were rescued to Baifu......! I just heard...... I don't know if it's true...... I ......"

"Baifu?" Mo Shuang's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Right...... Yes, there are only ...... miles in a radius Only that Baifu ......" The man's voice was already trembling with crying.

Ink Cream seemed to be thinking about something, and the look on her face became more and more unkind.

"Yes...... Can you let me go...... I really...... Just on orders...... Uncle...... I...... I didn't know you weren't ......"

Before the word "pet" could be spoken, the man's chest was directly pierced by the jade cone, and after a few convulsions, he fell straight to the ground.

There were no stars and moonlight in the sky, and on the cold sand, the ragged man slowly stood upright, he looked at the person with an awl on his chest lightly, and muttered to himself with some disgust: "There is a price to pay for saying those two words." ”

Blood gushed down the jade cone, and flowed into the sand after converging into a small stream, a large amount of bright red continued to soak in the yellow sand, and over time, a small red and soft beach was formed.

Mo Shuang glanced at the people, glanced at the gold and silver in the place, paused slightly, but finally did not lean down to take it, in the dim night, the man stepped on the belongings of that place, and walked in the direction of Da Zelin.

A few days later, outside the gate of the White Mansion, there stood a man in rags and unkempt.

"I want to see your master!"

The beggar-like man said.

The guards guarding the door looked at each other, and then wondered where the madman came from, and wanted to drive the people away. However, at the very moment when the stick was raised, the beggar suddenly became angry, and with both hands pinched, he held the stick that had been chopped off his head so tightly that they could not move it for half a minute!

Then, the two guards were thrown out with a strong force, and slammed directly into the stone monument of the door guard in the courtyard, and the blood surged, and a mouthful of scarlet spurted out of their mouths.

It was as if the people in the courtyard had sensed that something was wrong, and rushed to this side, and the beggar had been surrounded by guns and sticks, and their eyes were full of vigilance.

The man's face was expressionless, and his cold gaze shone brightly behind the rags.

"I want to see your master!" the hoarse voice was like metal grinding a rough stone, and it was remembered in everyone's ears.

"Who are you?!" someone in the crowd finally asked.

However, Ink Frost didn't answer, and looked coldly at the guards holding various weapons, and was about to make a move.

Just as he was about to make a move, a male voice sounded behind everyone with a little doubt: "...... Ink ?......"

As if to confirm the identity of the other party, the man stepped forward to take a closer look. Then, his question was answered the moment Ink Frost took off the rag that wrapped his head.

"Huang Yue" nodded lightly as if he had said hello.

After Huang Yue waved away the group of nervous people, he couldn't help but walk towards the inner courtyard with ink frost.

"Did you expect me to come?" The person who followed Huang Yue silently all the way asked slowly, as if he sensed that something was wrong.

However, the pace ahead was not slow, as if everything was normal, nodded in the affirmative.

There was a bottomless darkness hidden in Mo Shuang's deep eyes, and he smiled coldly—it seemed that the left envoy also had a lot of weight in the whole thing.