"Are you sure that the people of Qinglong Village have surrendered to Mojiabao?"

A low, magnetic voice rang in Dye's ears.

Dye still maintained a kneeling position, lowered his head, and reported in a deep voice: "To be exact, those under Pan Qi. ”

"Pan Qi ......?" The owner of the voice seemed to search for an impression of the person, and after a few seconds, he suddenly said, "Oh, I remember, it's that kid." The youngest of the group of people who had bowed to Mu Qing. ”

After a pause, he muttered in a low voice, "He should not live long." ”

As he spoke, he stretched out a fair-skinned and well-jointed hand, picked up a water-colored long sword lying horizontally on the desk, and began to wipe it carefully.

His voice is very soft, but as a dark guard, his force value is not low, and his hearing is different from ordinary people, so he can hear it clearly.

After two seconds of silence, Dye added, "Lord, he ...... Brought back to life. ”

A pair of thick horizontal eyebrows frowned, a hint of surprise flashed in his brown eyes, and he still maintained a steady voice, asking, "But what did you see with your own eyes?" ”

"Definitely."

"Is there any evidence?"

"Not ...... yet"

"Since there is no evidence, there is no need to report this kind of thing."

As he spoke, Ji Shuoxun's hand slipped, and his index finger was accidentally cut by a sharp knife.

A wisp of blood immediately spilled down the wound.

But the blood was black.

His face was as usual, and he didn't seem to feel a trace of pain in his expression, but he raised his injured index finger and licked it lightly with the tip of his dexterous tongue.

The wound immediately healed at a speed visible to the eye, and soon stopped completely, leaving not even a trace.

"Subordinates know their mistakes." Dye replied in fear.

Dye is very depressed.

No matter how high his martial arts are, it is impossible to be in multiple places. At that time, he was still lurking in the Lu family to listen to the news of Wusheng Pavilion, who knew that on the other side, such a strange thing happened in Qinglong Village.

If it weren't for Lu Qian's death, he wouldn't have returned to Wang Zichen to make this report.

"Who is in charge of Mojiabao now?"

"Mo Zhai."

Dye is familiar with Wang Zichen's temper, and he dislikes to use some uncertain words when reporting.

Words such as "probably", "maybe", and "maybe" were not allowed, so although he was not very sure, he did not use any modifying words, because that would only upset Wang Zichen.

Wang Zichen suddenly laughed, and his handsome face showed a bit of cuteness.

Dye's body trembled, and the whole person trembled uncontrollably.

In his eyes, Wang Zichen is a weirdo.

Dye knows Wang Zichen better than Wei Ziqi, and he has seen more of Wang Zichen.

The happier Wang Zichen is, the more angry he will be.

Now he laughs, but he is likely to stab him with a sword.

Although he didn't know what he said wrong, he was so afraid of Wang Zichen's punishment that he didn't even dare to raise his head and fell deep on the ground.

And it is impossible for him to fight back, even if he fights back, it is useless, Wang Zichen's martial arts are far above himself.

Unexpectedly, he was wrong this time.

I only heard Wang Zichen's magnetic voice and said with a smile: "Mo Zhai? Mo Zhai is in this backyard, when will he be able to do the doppelganger technique? ”

Startled, he raised his head suddenly, only to see the tip of the aqua-colored sword facing the door in front of him.

"Dye, the same mistake, don't make it a second time."

"Subordinates don't ......"

The rest of his words will never be spoken.

The sword flashed up.

The head falls to the ground.

He was wrong, Wang Zichen would not punish him at all, but directly asked for his life.