The man's facial features were not particularly angular, but he was unexpectedly good-looking, his eyebrows were slightly thick, his eyes were very deep, and his lips were not too thin.

This person does not have the mature breath of Liyuan, nor does he have the feeling of Yujiu Ge Demon Ye, nor does he have the clear simplicity of the courtyard, but it unexpectedly makes people feel down-to-earth, and his smile is very clean and light.

The man walked over slowly, standing side by side with Emperor Jiu, watching the scene of sneaky being plundered under the cliff together.

Emperor Jiu didn't have any objection to his appearance, anyway, there was no stranger allowed to enter and leave here.

But this person's indifference made Di Jiu a little surprised, not to mention that he was not surprised at all by so many sneaky deaths, and he was not even surprised at all when he saw the snow wolf.

"My name is Mo Jue, what about you?"

This question was asked a little suddenly, Di Jiu was stunned at first, she raised her eyes slightly to look at Mo Jue, but did not reply.

It wasn't until the snow wolf flew back that the snow wolf glared at Mo Jue angrily, Di Jiu patted it lightly, flew into the air and flew to the snow wolf's body, and then left.

Looking at the woman who quickly disappeared in front of him, Mo Jue still didn't move, he just faintly looked back at the group of sneaky people who disappeared into a wisp of smoke, and then the figure gradually blurred.

Returning to the palace overnight, Di Jiu lay down early.

Recently, the sneaky things on the border have not continued to develop, and since being killed by Emperor Jiu, the ghost army seems to have the intention of retreating.

The hot summer is always hot and annoying, Yue Zaiting changes his tricks every day to let the imperial dining room make delicious herbal tea for Di Jiu to drink, and the overload of the daily performance makes Di Jiu a little powerless.

Especially at night, Di Jiu sat in front of the window, blowing a cool breeze while reviewing the recitals.

Suddenly, she looked up at a place outside the window, but there was nothing.

"Have the prince and princess slept?"

"It should be soon, the weather has been too hot recently, and the prince and princess are more anxious, and they have to make a fuss for a while before they can sleep."

Di Jiu pinched his eyebrows, very upset.

There are many things in the court that need her to deal with them personally, and there is still no news from the Yuanyuan side, and the two children have been making trouble recently, and she is very exhausted.

Just as the two were talking, a transparent shadow silently left the door of the temple.

In the palace of the prince, Han Rong sighed, the two children were prickly heat because of the heat, although they did not cry, but the state was obviously not high, and she was about to die.

It was hard to lull them to sleep so she could have a break.

When the candle was extinguished and there was no more sound in the house, a shadow passed through the door and entered the temple as if no one was around.

In front of the bed, the man looked down at the two children who were not sleeping steadily, and at this moment, Xiao Tiancheng frowned and turned over, his small mouth glanced at him, and he looked very uncomfortable, he turned over and over, and he was about to fall off the couch.

It was also at this time that the transparent figure of the man gradually became real, stretched out his white scary hand and firmly caught Xiao Tiancheng who was about to fall to the ground, and then carefully put him back.

It was also at this time that he saw clearly the face of this person, which was actually Mo Jue that Emperor Jiu met at the cliff a few days ago.

He was still dressed in a black robe, his skin was pale from the background, as if he was terminally ill, and he looked at the children who were obviously uncomfortable sleeping with a smile in his eyes.

Sitting down gently, the air conditioning around them gradually surrounded them, and the two frowning children slowly loosened.

Sitting like this, it's a night.