Three people died in a row!

And also by the side of the companions.

Yan Yuting picked up the food scattered around her, and looked at the coarse grain cake on the boat, her eyes locked.

Yuan understands that she is not a master of drug testing, and none of these Mo Gang children are either.

In the Quartet Land, the best at using poison is Nan Ze, and the worst is the East China Sea, which has always been clear and high.

Yuan took the bread in her hand and sniffed it. Sure enough, there was a smell that was the same as the one I had smelled in the guest room before.

"Toxic. ”

Yuan Dao, "You Donghai people travel, why don't you prepare silver needles?" Donghai drug testing relies on silver needles, which is famous, and this is not less ridiculed by Nanze.

"There was before, but then it was stolen inexplicably......" Yan Yuting muttered, "obviously let the cook eat ...... first"

Speaking of this, Yuan, Yan Yuting, and Yun Lang immediately reacted, and the three of them rushed to the galley on the ship.

In the kitchen, one cook was fiddling with the ingredients, and the other two were boredly smoking pipes and lying on a chaise longue with oil smoke stains.

Yan Yuting rushed forward with an arrow, and without saying a word, she swung her sword at one of the cooks.

It was a soft sword like a snake, and it was weird and powerful.

Yuan could see that this neat and decisive preemptive strike was quite subtle, and he didn't give the other party a chance to prepare at all.

Yuan couldn't help but sigh in his heart that he was worthy of being Mr. Mo's subordinate, and he was worthy of being a Jianghu man who licked blood at the tip of a knife.

If you change to yourself and enter the door, you will definitely say first: You gave the poison, why did you poison it, or some other useless words before starting. It won't be like Yan Yuting who entered the door and started fighting immediately.

However, he admits that this pre-emptive strike was quite correct.

But the cook dodged him, and only scratched the cheek of one of them.

"Hmph, two. Yan Yuting sneered. As he spoke, he didn't stop for a moment to attack the two cooks who had just reflexively dodged.

Yan Yuting was unexpected, and tried to find out who was a ghost among the three cooks.

The sharp-eyed source saw that one of the cooks had scars on his wrists from the spirit stones.

At this time, the fledgling Yun Lang reacted and waved his sword to help. Gao shouted and rushed forward, and the posture was curious to break the other party.

Yuan could see that although his momentum was high, his spiritual power was not high, he only had a second-order Yuan Xin, and his foundation was unstable, so he didn't cultivate spiritual arts since he was a child. It is no wonder that most of Mr. Mo's subordinates are hard-working children, unlike the children of the nobility who are gifted and have practiced since childhood.

However, three to two always have an advantage, and Yuan's strength is not bad, and he can always swing a knife to fill the flaws in Yun Lang's moves, and those two cooks gradually fall into disadvantage.

At this moment, their heads tilted, and they fell to the ground spitting blood.

The rest of the cook collapsed to the ground, dark between his crotch, frightened and overly incontinent.

"It's dead again......" Yan Yuting frowned.

Yuan Xin was shocked, what kind of killer is this? As soon as he realized that he had no chance of winning, he immediately took poison and committed suicide without leaving a trace. To train such killers, how difficult it is to implement is only known to the masters of these killers.

Yuan and Yun Lang searched their bodies, but there were still no clues except for simple weapons.

"Sister Yan, which amazing person from Nanze do you think this is sent?" Yuan asked Yan Yuting.

In fact, it is not that there are no clues, and perhaps the only source who really has no clues.

"I don't know. Yan Yuting's face was pale.

"Then let's ask a different question. Yuan Dao, "Which faction have you offended Nanze?" Sister Yan, we are already grasshoppers on the same line, please tell us the truth." ”

"......" Yan Yuting hesitated for a moment, and then squeezed out two words from between her teeth: "Qingsu." ”

The Qingsu tribe is a tribe in the east of the eighteen tribes of Nanze, and the Qingsu tribe is not the most numerous, and the land is not the most fertile, but there are many masters in the clan.

The most important symbol of the Qing Dynasty is not their clan emblem and clan training, but their unique snake control technique.

The Qingsu tribe is one of the few clans in Nanze that inherits the snake control technique.

But the source can be sure that these killers are not from the Qing Dynasty, they don't know snake control, and the weapons they use are not poisonous snakes.

So where did these killers come from? Qingshu's friends, or are they indeed from Qingsu?

Or are these killers just hired by the Qingshu Department at a great price?

What did this group of Mo Gang disciples do to make Nanze Qingsu so hateful?

Nanze, why Nanze again?

Why is it always related to Nanze?

Listening to these two words, Gen couldn't help but think of the figure of Nanhou Izanasan in his heart.

Fan raised his eyebrows, smiled, so stunning, so strange.

Yes, it's different. These two words were told to him by Gen's keen intuition. This woman was unlike any of the powerful he had ever seen.

But what's the difference?

Looks, smiles, mannerisms? None seem to be, and they all seem to be a little bit.

Is it that this woman can't use normal thinking to infer her thoughts?

Suddenly, thinking about it, Gen's heart was shocked. A bold and ridiculous idea popped up from the bottom of his mind.

What if these killers come from Nanhou? Nanhou is absolutely capable of training such killers.

But this idea is so full of loopholes, these few Mo Gang disciples are like ants in the eyes of Nanhou, why would she bother to chase and kill?

Could it be that these disciples have done something that makes Nanhou care?

Gen suddenly remembered Ami Alang's words, and Nanhou asked them to help him.

Could it be that this group of killers is really chasing and killing themselves and Ah Luo? Is it a pretense to kill this group of Mo Gang disciples?

Immediately, Yuan denied this idea, which was even more absurd than the previous one, if Nanhou wanted to embarrass him as a master, did he need to go to such great lengths?

Yuan was in a state of confusion, he followed Yan Yuting and Yun Lang back to the deck in a distraught manner, he glanced at the closed guest room door, found a place near the door and sat down, and sat on the deck.

"Xue Gongzi. Yun Lang came to his side and sat down side by side with him, "Sister Yan's attitude, I hope you don't mind, she has always been like that." ”

"I can understand that. "Yuan Dao," Sister Yan didn't tell me, she had her own reasons. ”

"......" Yun Lang seemed relieved to see that he didn't mind, "Childe has helped him many times, but we haven't said anything, so I really don't care." ”

Yuan looked at him, and for the first time he saw him speak so seriously, he was a little surprised.

"Young Master Xue, how much do you know about the Mo Gang?" Yun Lang lowered his head and asked in a voice that only Yuan and himself could hear.

"The No. 1 gang in the East China Sea is full of charms and spirits, and the disciples in the gang are full of tricks and talents. The gang leader, Mr. Mo, is a wise man in the East China Sea, and he is also a master of hundreds of schools of thought who is proficient in the eighteen kinds of magic. "Gendo. These are fairly official sources, and the source only knows that.

"Then has Xue Gongzi ever thought about it, whether it is Mr. Mo or the Mo Gang, how did our various spells come from?" Yun Lang lowered his voice.

"No, I didn't. "This question, Yuan naturally did not think about it. Now after his mention, Yuan immediately suddenly realized, "You stole Qingsu's unique technique, and the Mo Gang's various techniques rely on this?"

"Otherwise, we still came up with it ourselves? Gather the strengths of a hundred schools, and we must really understand a hundred schools. The Ink Gang can become a big gang and master many spells, and it is indispensable to steal. Yun Lang's eyes sank into the shadows. The tone changed from the previous playfulness and uninhibitedness.

"However, this time there was an accident, the other party is much stronger than we thought, I really don't know, whether this trip is worth it or not......" said Yun Lang buried his head behind his knees.

Yuan stopped talking, and he remembered what Yan Yuting had said:

At the beginning, it was the youngest of us who died, and she was Yun Lang's lover. When she died, her entire head was cut off flat.

I don't know if the young man on his side saw his beloved little sister fall to his side.

What kind of hatred, anger, and sorrow does this produce?

Yuan stood up, silently walked away from Yun Lang, and stood not far away, leaving the small deck to Yun Lang alone.

The big boy hadn't even had time to grieve these days, but now Gen was standing silently beside him not far away, clearly telling him that he would guard this deck. A teenager on the deck immersed in the grief of his lover's death.

......

Sunrise.

Yuan stood on the deck of the passenger ship, looking at the gentle morning light.

All night, he stood there silently and motionless.

The waves of the big fall and the big rise run for thousands of miles, and the ethereal water turns into smoke. The silhouettes of pavilions and pavilions in the distance are numerous, which is the pearl of the East China Sea, Fusang Qiongbi.

Looking at the pavilions and pavilions looming behind the layers of water and mist wisps of morning light, the sound of the huge waves in the source ears is far away, and the birds in the heart are rippling.

The island of Fuso, the god capital of Qiongbi, is the second home of the source. The Lady of the East China Sea is the person he respects the most in this world except for the Northern Emperor Ming. After three years of studying art, the female monarch is also a teacher and a mother to the source.

Nujun is the most perfect person that Gen has ever seen, the one closest to God, no, Nujun is God, the patron saint of Fuso Island in the East China Sea.

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【Tokai / Once】

"Father, what are you doing watching this chess game? It's getting late, father, let's rest. "The young source spoke.

Gongziyuan of Beidi, who is young, has extraordinary qualifications, acts steadily, and does not see the slightest condesirance of the children of your family. Not only that, but Gen, who is still young, is also a stunningly handsome teenager. That face often makes many people say in private: Bei Gongzi is too selfish.

Yuan sat in front of Beidi Ming, leaving the cold Beidi, he was wearing a light and solemn white silver-patterned brocade robe, his black hair was buttoned behind his head with simple silver ornaments on the side of his shoulders, his face was as white as the wind and snow, his eyebrows and nose bridge were handsome and picturesque, and his pale thin lips were absolutely moving if they were bent.

But Bei Gongzi was born like the Xuan Ice in the North, cold and indifferent, and the corners of his beautiful lips did not rise half a point.

"Yuan, do you like to play chess?" Ming finally raised his eyes buried in the scroll and asked Yuan with a smile, "Have you studied it?"

"Will be some, not particularly liked. Yuan's expression was sincere.

I know that some of the people in the source will be different from those of ordinary people. Just as Yuan always said that his insights and attainments in ice spirit art only stopped at the surface.

He handed the scroll in his hand to Yuan: "Look, how to solve Baizi's dilemma?"

Yuan Yiyan studied it carefully, and after a long time, he frowned and whispered: "Even if the fish dies and the net is broken, there may not be a glimmer of life." ”