"I want to stay in Moyang Pavilion."

Ye Luo knew that he had good intentions, but he still refused, "I want to uncover the true identity of that ghost!" ”

"No way!"

Si Yutian refused, his attitude was extremely tough, "You can't stay in Moyang Pavilion anymore, a shadow building is already difficult enough to deal with, how can you take the initiative to step into another dangerous situation?" ”

"Yu, that's the room of the king of Yi."

Ye Luo stubbornly stared at Si Yutian and emphasized, "There must be a secret in it." That ghost, maybe it has something to do with the king of Yi! If I can't solve that mystery, I won't be able to die! ”

She had a bad feeling in her heart.

King's Landing is like a game of chess.

She and Yudu are pawns in it, and there is a mastermind behind the scenes who is faintly pushing everything and influencing their fate.

Si Yutian's face was cloudy, and there was a hint of pleading in his voice: "Why do you have to risk yourself?" Can't you make me worry a little less? ”

His voice trembled slightly.

With a hint of fear that even the surprise of oneself is carried out.

He was afraid of losing her.

"Mi, I know what you're worried about. But can I avoid it for a while, and for a lifetime? In a few days, I'm going to report to Tianjimen. If I become a disciple of the Tianji Gate, I will definitely have to live alone in the Tianji Gate in the future, you are a disciple of the Nine Palace Temple, and you will definitely not be able to protect me all the time. I have to have the ability to protect myself. ”

Ye Luo hugged Si Yutian, gently patted his broad back, and said, "During the period before entering the school, let me live in Moyang Pavilion, I want to find out what is inside." ”

"I'll be with you—"

Si Yutian's voice was a little hoarse.

Since she is so insistent, for the sake of her safety, he must follow her side all the time to rest assured.

"It's fine."

Ye Luo wanted to refuse, saying that if you accompany me, the ghost will not come.

But the man in front of him had too eager eyes, too sincere attitude, and even a faint feeling of pity. She really couldn't say no.

**

Black market.

Shadow Building.

An Ruxia wore a black cloak, like a witch, and appeared on the first layer, her chin tense and red lips tightened, showing her anger.

"It's useless!"

An Ruxia stretched out a hand and slapped it heavily on the counter, almost hoarsely roaring, "This is the strength of your Shadow Building?" What Blood Guard? What is the 100% assassination rate under a first-order mad martial artist? She's alive! Live well! Only a slight injury! And you actually accepted my 200,000 second-grade crazy spar and gave the money, don't do things well, hum! ”

Bloody sat behind the counter, staring at An Ruxia with a penetrating look, and the corners of his lips hooked a ghostly arc: "This guest, the assassination information you provided is wrong, the assassination target obviously has the strength of a first-order mad martial artist or above, and also has the primeval bloodline inheritance, as well as the eye pupil inheritance, and is an excellent corpse controller, you have not reported these to us, according to the rules, you should compensate us ten times the price of the Shadow Building, that is, two million second-grade mad crystals."

An Ruxia's face turned pale, her lips lost their bloody color, and she trembled angrily: "You, you are simply a robbery?" Two million second-grade crazy spars, where do I have so much money? Besides, I didn't know she had an ancient bloodline. ”