It's late at night.

The two looked at the hosta on the table in a quiet daze, thinking repeatedly, and for some reason, the woman in white wanted to assassinate. He carefully investigated and tried to break his scalp, but he didn't come up with an answer.

"Who the hell is this? She's wearing a veil because she doesn't want us to know who she is. ”

"Nonsense, do you need to talk about it? ”

Mo Yan Hongyang snatched the hosta in Fuyao's hand and looked at it carefully, thinking about it repeatedly. I can't figure it out after all.

He held the hosta drill tightly in the palm of his hand, put his hand behind his back, walked to the window, looked at the flickering fluorescent insects outside the window, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, thought for a moment, turned around suddenly, and looked at the half-lying on the bed, cross-legged Erlang's legs.

"Now, let's go to the Lightbringer. Take the Red Phantom Lady away to prevent accidents. ”

"It's so late, and besides, we don't know where that shitbringer lives. Bring it!"

Fuyao snatched the hosta in Mo Yan Hongyang's hand, played with it in his hand, and then leaned to his nose, took a sharp breath, and suddenly a refreshing fragrance of exquisite grass entered his mind.

"It's so fragrant! This woman is really extravagant, with a strong smell of rouge made of delicate grass. ”

"Linglong grass?" Mo Yan Hongyang's eyes widened, snatched the hosta in his hand, and sniffed it himself, "It's really the taste of Linglong grass." ”

"Found a clue?" Fuyao asked rhetorically.

Mo Yan Hongyang listened to it and frowned: "Linglong grass is a peerless and rare fragrant flower in Qingshui Country. In the country of Shimizu, it is a royal herb. This kind of vanilla, which blooms only once in 300 years, is extremely precious. ”

He rolled off the bed with a frown. With his hands behind his back, he paced with his head bowed, thought for a moment, raised his head sharply, stared at Mo Yan Hongyang with wide eyes.

"This woman must be from the Heavens and Clearwater Country. But why is she dressed like a Light Clan?" asked Mo Yan Hongyang.

Fu shook his eyebrows: "It's the same as you." Half-blood!"

"A hybrid of the Water Tribe?"

"Oops, don't bother me. In the middle of the night. Lao Tzu is going to rest. It doesn't matter if she's half-breed or purebred. I'm sleepy, go to bed first. More on that tomorrow. ”

Fuyao was already a little impatient. Got into Ayara and began to fall asleep.

Mo Yan Hongyang looked at Fuyao, who was already asleep, but he didn't feel sleepy.

He walked out of the station, raised his head, looked at the three blue planets suspended in the sky, and fell into deep thought. The wind here is sweet, and the plants here are bright. And at the moment, his thoughts are complicated.

Linglong grass is the royal herb of Qingshui country. Only royalty is eligible to use it.

And this woman can be completely determined to be the royal family of Qingshui Country. Thinking of this, he suddenly thought of Bai Zhi, the prince of Qingshui Kingdom, who had left the coalition army. In this way, the woman must have a blood connection with Bai Zhi.

Who is she?

Her blue eyes were like jelly shaking. The curved willow eyebrows are like a trace of green daisy. Although it is masked, the silhouette can be faintly seen.

Her figure has always lingered in Mo Yan Hongyang's heart. The delicate scent of her sudden turn always stimulated his nerves.

At this moment, through the cold air, the mind is extremely clear. Consciousness told him that the woman had no intention of killing him immediately. Otherwise, the lightning arrow that flew in could pierce his heart unconsciously.

Maybe he was right, or maybe there were other reasons.

Early the next morning. Post.

The Lightbringer was already waiting at the station. I saw a unicorn, carrying a car and howling at the gate of the post station.

"Two sons, did you sleep well last night? Below, the messenger of light, accompanied the two to the prison to pick up the prisoner. ”

The Lightbringer bowed and smiled.

"Good, good!

Mo Yan Hongyang yawned, in fact, he stayed up all night.

"Yo, Kirin car! Hey, I said Hongyang, is this unicorn your cousin, hahaha. Fuyao turned and teased.

"Get out, get in the car!" Mo Yanhongyang glared.

"Hey, I said messenger, is this cell far away, do you still need to take a car?" Fu Yao carefully looked at the unicorn car.

After hearing this, the Light Messenger smiled slightly: "The two sons don't know anything. The prison is far from the post station and must be reached by car. Please!"

The three of them got into the unicorn car. Seeing the Lightbringer whistle, the unicorn shook its head, its front hooves suddenly raised, and its body suddenly leaned backwards, flying into the sky.