Mo Chen pondered for a moment, hugged Hu Meiren's slender willow waist, and said, "How is the matter of Baiyue handled?" ”

Hu Meiren was like a lazy kitten, twisting her sexy delicate body slightly in his arms, and whispered like a cat: "With the full support of the Great King, the Netherworld Sect already has a very strong influence in Baiyue.

If it weren't for the fear of causing unnecessary trouble, half of the land would be able to hang the banner of the Great Jin immediately. If the king needs it, the Netherworld Sect can gather 200,000 troops at any time to attack the Qin State from the rear. ”

Mo Chen's brows furrowed slightly, and a bit of discoloration flashed in his eyes.

Since that year, he subdued Flame Spirit Ji and others, and successively sent the Hundred Poison King, the Exorcist, the Flame Spirit Ji, and the Peerless Ghost to Baiyue. It's only been eight years now, and they and those under Hu Meiren have grown to such an extent.

Netherworld Sect, it seems that some tails are too big to fall!

Hu Meiren noticed Mo Chen's different color, glanced at him coquettishly, and said coquettishly: "The slave family is all the king's people, and the Netherworld Sect is naturally also the king's subordinates. If the king is not at ease, he will disperse them in the future. ”

Mo Chen shook his head slightly, and said flatly: "The Netherworld Sect cannot be disbanded, it still has the value of existence." ”

Although the existence of the Netherworld Sect may be a hidden danger, it is now a powerful weapon to subdue Baiyue. In the future, if the world is unified, it will be separated.

Besides, as long as you are still in this world for a day, who in the world dares to rebel!

Mo Chen was only a little surprised by the speed of the Nether Sect's development, but he was never worried that it would get out of his control.

When Hu Meiren heard Mo Chen's words, she had a gentle smile on her pretty face and did not continue to speak.

Although Hu Meiren is the titular leader of the Netherworld, she does not have much pursuit of power. To her, the Nether Cult was just a plaything, a plaything to please men. Compared with Megatron, she prefers to rely on the arms of men and enjoy the warmth and love.

Half a month later, the Jin Palace.

Mo Chen was on the throne, looking at Han Fei, who was obviously much more mature than ten years ago, his expression was calm and unwavering. That look was like looking at a stranger.

Han Fei looked at the familiar and unfamiliar hall in front of him, as well as the few acquaintances around, and sighed slightly in his heart. Time is the most merciless thing, and now a few people still remember that this was once the royal palace of Korea!

Han Fei was silent for a few seconds, calmed down a little, and arched his hand: "Han Fei of Qin State, meet King Jin." ”

Mo Chen's expression was flat, and he said bluntly: "Mr. Han Fei is the prime minister of Qin, I don't know why the King of Qin is going out in person. ”

Regarding Han Fei's intention, Mo Chen himself was also quite at a loss.

He couldn't understand why Yingzheng sent Han Fei as an envoy to the Great Jin, and why he brought the treasure box of Canglong Qisu.

If it was ten years earlier, Mo Chen would still doubt whether Ying Zheng wanted to borrow Han Fei's hand to disrupt the government of the Jin Kingdom. It's just that now, with the popularization of public schools in the Jin Kingdom and the slow development of the imperial examination system, let alone a small Han Fei, even if King Han is resurrected, it is meaningless.

Han Fei arched his hand and said: "Han Fei was ordered by my king to come to redeem a hostage with a heavy gift. ”

Mo Chen was slightly stunned when he heard this, and his eyes couldn't help narrowing.

Hostage, the hostage who can be valued by the Qin State, there seems to be only one person!

Less Si Ming!

The Qin State had not moved for ten years, and Mo Chen thought that they had forgotten the existence of Shao Si Ming. I really didn't expect that now that ten years have passed, the Qin State would choose to use the treasure box of Canglong Qisu to redeem Shaosi's life from his own hands.

That's the case.

Mo Chen pondered for a few breaths and said, "Send the messenger down to rest, and the matter will be discussed later." ”

Half an hour later, the palace was in a remote house.

The house is located on the corner of the royal palace, and the location is quite secluded and remote. This was originally the location of the cold palace, but since the awakening of Shao Siming, it has been placed here.

The house is not large, but only two acres in size.

In addition to three or five secluded wooden houses, only a beautiful garden remains.

Mo Chen pushed open the courtyard door of the house, and there was a large garden that occupied seventy percent of the courtyard. Among them, the flowers are delicate, and the flowers of different seasons bloom together, giving people a feeling of competing for beauty.

In a corner of the garden, Shao Siming sat quietly on top of a blooming peony, as if he were sitting on a bench. Her graceful and not hot delicate body is like goose feathers, and even the thin peony flower path has not been bent.

Mo Chen raised his head and looked at Shao Si Ming, and his eyes couldn't help but show a little distraction.

I saw that Shao Siming was wearing a knee-length skirt with purple patterns and revealing a crystal right arm. She wore a pair of lilac stockings with black lines on her slender calves, two delicate copper bells tied to the knee of her right leg, and dark purple high heels on her crystal little feet.

Every time Mo Chen saw Shao Siming's outfit, he couldn't help but want to complain.

In this unscientific world, the Yin and Yang family are all equipped with stockings and high heels, which is really a mess of the trend.

A gust of breeze blew, driving Shao Siming's long purple hair to flutter slightly, revealing the side face below that was more crystal than mutton fat and white jade. At this time, she sat there quietly, like a nobleman with excellent education, revealing a special temperament.

When Mo Chen walked into the mansion, Shao Siming turned his head slightly, and his amethyst-like eyes looked at him lightly, without any emotional fluctuations, calm as a piece of glass.

Mo Chen and Shao Si looked at each other, and finally came back to their senses.

Over the years, whether it was Flame Lingji, who had already surrendered, or Concubine Yan, who had completely fallen silent in the role of the princess, Mo Chen did not let it go.

But Shao Si Ming is the only exception.

Mo Chen imprisoned Shao Si Ming for ten years, and although he occasionally came to spend a moment with her silently, he never stretched out his evil hand to her. The more he himself couldn't tell what the hell was going on.

Maybe it's because Shao Siming is Wang Yuyan's descendant, or maybe it's because of her special temperament.

It is as cold as the bright moon, and it is like a clear crystal falling into the world. She has never shown any special emotional fluctuations, like an emotionless machine, and like a fairy who has fallen into the world.

Mo Chen slowly stepped forward and said calmly: "The Qin State sent an envoy to ransom you back." ”

As his words fell, the flowers in the garden swayed violently, like a gust of wind whistling by. Shao Siming raised his head to look at him, and a flash of light flashed in his crystal bright eyes.

At that moment, Mo Chen vaguely saw a bit of emotion.

He couldn't tell what that wisp of untraceable emotion meant. Because in the past ten years, for the first time in the past ten years, he saw the emotions from human beings from Shao Siming, and for the first time, he really felt that the little beauty in front of him was still a person, not a ruthless and desireless immortal, or an emotionless stone!

Mo Chen looked at her for a while and said, "In three days, the widow will let you go." ”

Shao Si Ming's expression was flat, and there was no emotion in her purple eyes, making it impossible to see what she was thinking in her heart. She had neither the joy of being released from her cage nor the sadness of leaving her homeland, as if nothing in the world meant anything to her.

Mo Chen turned to leave, walked to the gate of the courtyard and suddenly stopped, and said, "If you don't even have the joy of life, you will never find the true meaning of life." Emotions are poison, but they are also the ones you can grow. ”

Shao Si Ming's expression was indifferent, looking at Mo Chen's departing back, a faint color flashed in his bright eyes.

Emotion, joy, what is that?

What is the difference between life and death?

Shao Siming's fingertips were wrapped around a drop of green soft light, caressing a blooming peony. When her jade finger swept over the peony, she saw that the peony flower, which was originally vibrant, turned into a wisp of ash and dissipated in an instant.

Shao Si Ming looked at the scattered peony flowers, and his bright eyes flashed with a faint blankness.

Emotion, what is it?

Half a month later, the Taoist Tianzong stationed.

Ten years have passed, but there has been no change in the Taoist Heavenly Sect. It is still a place of peace and tranquility, neither by the glory of the Great Jin nor by the turmoil of war.

Perhaps the only difference is that the people who live in the forbidden land in the back mountains have become Xiaomeng.

Since the Northern Hades disappeared more than ten years ago, they have never appeared again. Ten years have passed, and Xiaomeng, who was only three or five years old, has already grown into a slim girl at this time.

Xiaomeng was wearing a pale cyan off-the-shoulder slit long skirt, the hem of the long skirt was split to the thighs, revealing a pair of slender beautiful legs as jade when walking. She stood proudly on the top of the mountain, looking at the blue sky, and a faint smile appeared on her delicate face full of arrogance.

Canglong Seven Nights, is it finally about to begin?