The two of them strolled on the corridor, the surface of the night house looked shabby, but the interior was constructed like the prime minister's mansion, with a garden, a private study and a wing room, a hot spring, and a rockery.

"Master, people have finally caught it, why give up?" A-Ning was a little puzzled by Feng Ruyi's actions.

"After all, she is my senior sister, and she is not very good at being rude." Feng Ruyi said half-jokingly, A-Ning felt a little speechless when he heard this, what does it mean not to be rude, do you want to be gentle? I don't necessarily know how gentle the master usually is.

"A-Ning has something to help the master." But she was smart enough to quickly guess what was going on.

"You say the Church of Bones won't know who is behind the Ten Thousand Golden Caves?"

A-Ning pondered for a moment before responding, "Probably not." "Five years ago, after the Jianghu Bloody Battle, the Dark Pavilion was no longer forbearing, and gradually surfaced, and under the leadership of Feng Ruyi, he quickly sat on the throne and was recognized by the Jianghu people, and Wanjin Grottoes are just an accessory of Feng Ruyi's cultivation behind the scenes.

"In that case, it's better to gamble." Feng Ruyi smiled lightly, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, and the bright moonlight shone on her cheeks like a hunter looking for prey at night, "A-Ning, Ming has already auctioned her in the trading hall of Wanjin Cave in the name of the Pavilion Master. ”

She wanted to see how much value Mo Wei had in her mouth, if she came, she could catch them all, and if she didn't come, there was also a way for Mo Wei to tell her what she wanted to know.

Far away in an ancient mansion on the outskirts of the capital, this is a road full of bones, and the smell of rancid and bloody corpses around it is prohibitive.

There is a pool of blood in the depths of the ancient house, and the bright red blood color looks beautiful, but if you ignore the process of making this blood pool.

The two figures are intertwined, and the man's low, hoarse roar accompanied by the woman's * forms a unique tune throughout the space.

A dark shadow suddenly broke the ambiguous atmosphere

"Lord!" The man in black knelt on the edge of the pool of blood and snorted softly, unaffected by the atmosphere.

"What's going on?" It's a good thing to be interrupted by this sudden voice, and even a man will feel that he is not troublesome, and his tone is not happy.

"Venerable Lord, Hall Master Mo was arrested by the people of the Dark Pavilion."

"What?" Hearing this, the man got up from the pool of blood, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and the black-clothed man opposite and the woman behind him trembled.