"Girl, you can leave it to us to buy fruit." The ironclad guard stepped forward to obstruct him.

"Aren't you going to protect me from picking a birthday gift? Then how can you buy fruit all over the city? Changning glanced at the ironclad guard and tilted his head to look at Mu Qingyan: "I see that he looks like a businessman, this money, he should be willing to earn it, huh?" ”

Mu Qingyan smiled, his appearance was not outstanding, and it was not a big deal in the eyes of the Iron Guard.

Only Changning knows that behind that ordinary face is the resourcefulness and status of the great Chu.

The corners of the girl's mouth twitched slightly.

Speaking of which, her disguise method still comes from Mu Qingyan, so his face is not true.

Changning clenched his fists.

In the previous life, there was no appearance of this county king, how can I ...... in this life?

Mu Qingyan's purpose is unknown, and his strength is too strong, which seems to have become a disease in Changning's heart.

In her eyes, no matter whether it is friend or foe, unknown powerful forces, we must guard against it.

Mu Qingyan, especially guarded.

"Later, I'll have the fruit delivered." He said, his voice calm and his tone slow and powerful.

Let a calming softness penetrate from the ears into the hearts of people.

Changning looked at his back as he left and pursed his lips.

It turns out that there really are such people in the world.

You don't need to look amazing, just your temperament and speech and demeanor are enough to affect the mood of the people around you.

Mu Qingyan is such a person who can pass on the peace and tranquility to the people around him.

What's more, he is extremely smart, and it should be no problem to hand over the matter of Chunxiao to him.

Changning turned to leave.

At this moment, she has no choice, she doesn't want the strong man to break his wrist and give up Chunxiao, so she can only trust Mu Qingyan once.

Even if the king of Liaodong County is unknown, he left a good impression on her in his previous life.

At least a decent gentleman.

Although her means are not very fair, she has always been on the side of justice.

Even if Mu Qingyan finds out something, he shouldn't deliberately harm her, at least, he won't go to the side of Zheng Anhou, who has done a lot of evil.

Changning weighed it in his heart, and took a step to leave.

Mu Qingyan had already led the horse away.

He had noticed before that the little girl beside Changning had been staring at the half of the sleeve in Song Yisheng's hand.

If someone led the way, why did he bother to find it himself.

Mu Qingyan walked on the main road, and when he saw Song Yisheng turning into the alley, he let go of the horse and followed slowly behind.

He also wanted to see what Changning and Song Yisheng were fighting for.

"Are you sure it's here?"

"This is here, Chunxiao disappeared from here, and her subordinates only had time to grab one of her sleeves." The ironclad guard responsible for tracking Chunxiao.

Song Yisheng frowned and looked at the stone wall in front of him, patted it up and down again, and didn't find anything unusual.

"What's inside the wall that you can go in and check?"

The ironclad guard lowered his head: "I have checked it, it is an abandoned house, I heard from the next door that this family moved out half a year ago, and the yard has been empty and no one lives." ”

Song Yisheng looked at the half-height wall of this person, his brows furrowed.

"Can this wall still eat people?"

The ironclad guard who was following Chunxiao immediately snorted, he didn't think so!

"Master Hou, my subordinates saw a black hole turn out of this wall and swallowed the Chunxiao girl into it, and she screamed at that time, so her subordinates rushed to pull her hand, but only got this half of the sleeve."

"Master Hou!" When the guards heard that it was so strange, they immediately took a knife to protect Song Yisheng away from the stone wall.

Song Yisheng stretched out his hand and signaled, "Don't be nervous, it's just a trick." ”

The Ironclad looked at him.

Song Yisheng checked the wall up and down, and suddenly pounded the wall.

He's just a piece of shit.

Even though he knew that this should be a trap wall, he couldn't get rid of it.

The ironclad guard didn't dare to speak.

Song Yisheng was silent for a moment, it seems that only she can solve such a situation.

"Let's look around!" He refused to admit defeat and drank the order.

He, Song Yisheng, is a dignified Qing'an Hou, how can he rely on a little woman for everything, relying on Mo Chengyin like this, which makes Song Yisheng feel a fear of being led by the nose.

On the other side, Mu Qingyan hid around the corner and saw Song Yisheng's actions clearly.

Trap wall.

This Chang'an is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and there is such a big deal hidden in a small alley.

He jumped onto the wall, condescendingly observing the structure of several nearby mansions, and then jumped into the courtyard, where he found a circular marker behind the wall.

The circle of the ink charcoal painting is pierced by a long vertical line, like a Chinese character with a flat mouth and a circle, which is printed on the wall like a child's graffiti, which is inconspicuous.

Mu Qingyan touched the mark that was still fresh, and put it in front of his nose and sniffed it.

Freshly burned charcoal, it seems that people live nearby.

He took out a white handkerchief and wiped his fingers clean, and the door of the courtyard sounded the sound of the ironclad guards searching.

Mu Qingyan was not alarmed, and jumped into the empty mansion.

Song Yisheng stepped into the courtyard with his hind feet, he personally checked the left and right, and also found the circular Chinese character mark on the wall, which was immediately like a lightning strike.

Mu Qingyan in the shadows frowned.

Song Yisheng actually knew this mark.

He has seen a lot of things, and he only knows the fur of the organization represented by this mark, and Song Yisheng's appearance, but he seems to have known each other for a long time.

"Find! Even if you dig three feet into the ground, you have to dig someone out of me! Song Yisheng suddenly went crazy and ordered the iron guards to destroy the courtyard and find people.

Mu Qingyan's hall will soon be searched.

He took out a black scarf to cover his face, untied his belt, and tied it again.

This is the method used by the men who work as laborers on the street, and it does not match his silk clothes very well, but he deliberately did it, and rushed out in a flash.

He was very reserved, and he did not hesitate to take a weapon, and then retreated.

Song Yisheng saw his belt tie that was incompatible with his clothes, and immediately shouted: "Stop!" ”

The Ironclad Guard retreated.

"Dare to ask Brother Tai, is it the owner of this mark?" Song Yisheng clenched his fists and said politely.

Mu Qingyan raised his chin slightly to look at him, and asked instead of answering: "What do you have to do with this mark?" ”

Song Yisheng was pleasantly surprised.

It's been eight years, and he's finally met the people of this organization.

He held his head high, and his eyes were shining; "I'm the owner of this mark."

Even Mu Qingyan flashed a trace of surprise in his eyes.

He clearly distinguished the meaning of Song Yisheng's two sentences marking the master.

The former is to ask him if Mu Qingyan is the person who draws the mark, while the latter is to say that he, Song Yisheng himself, is the owner of the mark, the organization and the master of the mark represented.

Mu Qingyan's eyes moved slightly, and things were a little unexpected for him.

The Mo family guild has not been out for many years, but now a master has appeared out of thin air?

Or Song Yisheng.

"If you don't believe me, call the bearer, and I'll have a way to prove myself." Song Yisheng's expression was slightly arrogant.

Mu Qingyan pursed his lips.

The person who holds the order is the leader of the Mojia Guild and directly obeys the orders of Juzi, who is the real head of the Mojia Guild.

Mu Qingyan saw all of these from books, but Song Yisheng knew the title of the order-bearer, and it seemed that he really had a good relationship with the Mozi Guild.

He said that he was the master of his Mozi Guild and a juzi.

The Mozi Guild is mysterious, if Song Yisheng is the master, then her plan ......

Mu Qingyan's eyes flowed, and he raised his eyelids to look at Song Yisheng.