"Awesome, I think my accent is pretty standard, you can hear it." Feng Wuyi's face was surprised, and the strength of the folding fan in his hand was a little more cheerful.

Sure enough, many people with accents don't think they have an accent.

"It's only been half a month since I first arrived in Kyoto, so I didn't even know that Mo Xie had married the princess." Feng Wuyi said with a smile.

"It's normal that you don't know, and there is no wedding." Lu Juan handed the cup in his hand to Chunxing.

"Huh? Didn't have a wedding? That's what a marriage! Mo Xie dared to do this to you, I have to scold you well... Scold him. ”

Lu Wan glanced at him, and Feng Wuyi said curtly, Okay, he is bragging, who dares to really scold God.

"Alright, let's get down to business, I have something you need to do."

Inside the stone room, candlelight jumps and flickers.

The man put his hands behind his back, his body was slender, he was dressed in a black robe, and he was not wearing a mask on his face, revealing that stunning face.

The eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, the skin is white, the bridge of the nose is high, the eyes are like ink, and the black pupils are as heavy as obsidian.

It's just that the man's eyes are foggy, deep and bottomless, and the thin lips are still not a little bloody.

At this time, he was staring at the cushion on the wall.

"Master."

Mo Xie came back to his senses, turned around, and Mo Fei fell to his knees.

"How's it going?" Beneath the robe, his bony fingers grinded lightly.

"Qianlongwei has searched all over Qianzhou and the neighboring towns in Qianzhou, but he has not found the remnants of Xianle Fang."

"What do you say about the origin of Xianle Fang?" Mo Xie frowned slightly

"Yesterday, Mo Qing sent a message back through the secret network, please take a look." Mo Fei handed over the metal cylinder the thickness of his fingers in his hand.

Mo Xie took it, flipped his palm, and a copper key appeared, the top of the cylinder was flat, but when the key touched, an entrance appeared, and with a 'click', the metal cylinder bounced open.

This is a tool for storing information with the characteristics of the Thousand Machines Division.,If you want to open it strongly.,There's an agency inside that will directly burn the intelligence newspaper inside.。

Mo Xie's slender fingers slowly unfolded the note, looking at the contents inside, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the emotions in his eyes surged.

"Master." Seeing Mo Xie's face gradually darken, Mo Fei spoke.

"See for yourself." Mo Xie handed the note in his hand to Mo Fei.

"Master, behind Xianle Fang may be Wanle Gate? This is reasonable, so it's no wonder that Qianlongwei didn't get anything. After speaking, Mo Fei glanced at Mo Xie.

Wanle Gate, like the Thousand Machines, is one of the most mysterious organizations in the country. And Yu Jinyuan, the head of Wanle Gate, is a taboo for his master, no wonder his face is so ugly.

"Let Qianji continue to keep an eye on it, and once there is any news, I will intercept it at all costs."

"Yes!" Mo Fei arrived immediately.

Under the black robe, the man's bony fingers were clenched, and his eyes were filled with a violent aura.

"By the way, master, what should you do with the little girl you left behind that day? Whether to kill or not. ”

Mo Xie frowned slightly, recalled it, and had the impression that there was a little girl, and now that he thinks about this little girl, he doesn't necessarily know nothing.

If it was just a spy of Xia Guo, he would still be calm, but he had something to do with Wanlemen. Mo Xie's eyes were red.

"Take it back to the palace and check it carefully, if there is something wrong with her..."Mo Xie slammed his palm to the ground, and the ground split directly.

"My subordinates understand." Ink Sickness Bows.