Chapter 228: Who?

So Dongfang Undefeated smiled at Mu Sicheng and said: "I think it's almost over, it's not too early now, you better go back early to rest and eat, I also have to go back to practice." [Ran^Text^Library] Otherwise, let's come back here tomorrow and I'll discuss with you what lies in this needlework. Dongfang Undefeated can be regarded as more understanding, and found that Mu Sicheng was already a little hungry, so he asked her to go back to eat. After all, Mu Sicheng can't be compared with a top master like her, and she still has to eat normally for three meals a day.

Mu Sicheng also unconsciously found that he was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back, and he checked the learning progress of the thousands of threads of stitching, but found that it was only 36%. It seems that if these thousands of threads of stitches are learned, it will definitely take three days to learn.

So Mu Sicheng said goodbye to the undefeated East, and then returned to his residence under the leadership of the servant girl Xiaoyude, at this time the sky became late, and the sunset was red like fire, like a horse hanging in the western sky, reflecting a quiet beauty. Qingyun Mountains, the trees are verdant, verdant, at first glance it is the boundless forest sea, under the sunset, it has a bit of unique beauty. For the few people around now, such a scene is magnificent, but it is also a bit commonplace.

After Mu Sicheng returned to his residence, he began to eat, freshen up, and sleep, but his heart could not be calm. He has already gained a strong position, and here he can be regarded as hugging the undefeated thigh of the East, and he can enjoy the blessings quietly, and at the same time, he can also learn peerless martial arts such as the Ten Thousand Silk Needle Technique.

But what about Chen Qiubai and Sister Ye Hongyi? They don't have the same good luck as themselves, they have been sent by the sect master to complete difficult tasks one after another, and now they don't know where to suffer. If you don't complete the mission, I don't know what the ending will be!

Mu Sicheng only hates that she has no ability now, and she can't help Chen Qiubai and them, what she can do now is to quickly learn the thousands of strands of stitches, then even if she has some strength, at least in the future horror movie world, she can protect herself, and she doesn't have to drag Chen Qiubai and others back.

"Hey......" At this time, it was late at night, Mu Sicheng came to a small and delicate pavilion in the backyard of his room, followed a few steps of stone stairs, and came to the long corridor of the pavilion, and walked along the corridor to the center of the pavilion, where there was a stone table and four stone benches, and the pavilion was surrounded by various flowers and fruit trees, and the bottom of the pavilion was a small pond with crystal clear bottoms.

Mu Sicheng held a wine glass in his hand, looked at the moon alone, and quietly started to stay. The moonlight is like water, softly sprinkled on the earth, and the silver moonlight is like thousands of silk hanging down, casting a light veil on the verdant endless forest sea. Above the endless blue forest sea was the deep black sky. The evening breeze was cold and biting, but this cool breeze also brought a sobriety to people's minds like pins and needles.

On this black wood cliff, the sky at night is cool, and Mu Sicheng's girl's mind is also cool, as well as this trace of melancholy. This little girl's mind is alone, just hoping that his companions can turn the danger into a disaster and complete this mission safely, and at the same time apologize for not being able to help much......

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He said that he returned to Chen Qiubai, Ma Ningyuan, Ye Hongyi and Liu Yiran, and said that these four people came to the gate of West Lake Meizhuang. I suddenly felt that this West Lake, although it is the legendary first lake in the world. However, if you look at it from the market, you won't see anything, but the angle from which you can see the scenery is very important.

This is like a beautiful beauty, who originally put on makeup, wore beautiful clothes, and then walked on the street, it must be glamorous and eye-catching. But put it on the operating table for the doctor to operate, or if you are unlucky to burp and fart, you can put it in the morgue of the funeral home, although it is also a beauty, but due to the different angles. Such a beauty, I'm afraid you can't appreciate it.

And the plum village here, that can basically be regarded as a manor that can enjoy the beautiful scenery of the West Lake from the best angle, from here to see the West Lake only to see the slightest ray of sunlight shining on the surface of the lake, the bottom of the lake seems to have gold, the golden light is shining, very moving. West Lake is beautiful. Spring returns to the earth, walking on the 100 embankments of the West Lake and looking at the calm lake. Seeing the ripples on the surface of the lake, the willow silk brushes your cheeks, gently brushing over your head and shoulders. From time to time, there were a few beautiful piano sounds in the distance, how intoxicating it was.

At this time, it was autumn, and I saw that the leaves of the trees by the lake had already turned red, and some of the leaves had fallen, and they fell like butterflies dancing. Looking at the surface of the lake, it is very calm, only the ripples left by the passing boats are still rippling. There is a small island in the middle of the lake, where there are so many trees, flowers, and grasses that from a distance it looks like a large multicolored pom-pom.

Just when the four of them, two men and two women, were indulging in the beautiful scenery of the West Lake, suddenly everyone invariably heard what noise seemed to be coming out in the Meizhuang not far away, listening to the sound, as if someone was making noise and scolding inside, could this be, what was the situation......

Immediately, several people stepped forward to see what was going on in this plum village. Chen Qiubai and the others didn't go up for a long time, but they were surprised to find that the door of Meizhuang was actually opened like this, and then the first two people came out of it, but what made people feel strange was that one of them actually choked the neck of another person with his hand, and also pinched out a trace of blood, next to these two people, there was also a handsome and handsome beautiful man, this beautiful man was a little overwhelmed at this time, but he still stood very righteously beside the person who grabbed the neck of others with his hand. And on the opposite side of these three people, there is a large group of people standing, and at the top of this large group of people is obviously headed by three people.

Then the current scene is already very clear, the person who pinched people with his hands must be Xiang Wentian, and the person standing next to Xiang Wentian is basically Ling Hu Chong. And the person who was choked by Xiang Wentian was Dan Qingsheng, the weakest of the four friends of Meizhuang. The people standing opposite Ling Hu Chong and Xiang Wentian were the other three of the Four Friends of Meizhuang, as well as those Sun Moon God Cultists who were guarding Meizhuang.

I could only hear the bald pen Weng shouting loudly at Xiang Wentian: "Xiang Wentian! You hurry up and release my fourth brother Dan Qingsheng, otherwise, I will definitely break your body into thousands of pieces, so that you will never be able to live beyond the dead. ”

Xiang Wentian's mission to rescue Ren Xing at this time was a failure, but he didn't show much anger or anger, just "hehe" sneered.

Then he said to Wentian: "I want to come to your side and there are also masters to help you!" I have a plan to rescue the sect leader, but I have been planning for a long time, but I didn't expect that the master to write a letter directly, and he broke the plan that I had only come up with for many years, so capable!! I'm ashamed to ask the heavens! It's better to be ashamed! Why don't you tell me first, who wrote that flying book? ”