The poison in Ning Xue's body came from the hands of the poisonous undoctor, but Nangong Jing knew that it was definitely not the poison undoctor's doing.

At the beginning, the poison in Nangong Bufan couldn't even be diagnosed by Poison Buyi and Mu Yunshuang, so Nangong Jing believed that someone behind it must have been planning for a long time.

It's just that he didn't have any love at that time, and he didn't want to care about this mess at all.

Anyway, people end up just a pile of white bones, what's the difference between morning and night?

Therefore, he resolutely decided to leave Moon City and play in style for a few years, and he didn't have to stay here, he was in a dilemma.

But now, it's different,

He had to find out who was this man who feared that the world would not be chaotic.

Otherwise, how could he rest assured that she would be left alone?

However, he was afraid that he would not have enough time and would not be able to do so.

Now he feels terrible himself, he even thinks: if he can't find the person behind it, if he wants to leave, he will take her with him,

How could he rest assured that she would be left alone to deal with such a cruel and cruel person,

When she was attacked by poisonous people in Furong Town, Nangong Jing had this idea that even he felt a little perverted, so he would be ruthless and help her force her to force out her internal strength.

Now, the matter has come to this point, and he can only do his best to investigate, and fortunately, Mo Yin successfully got out of the customs at this time.

Who was the poisoner?

But is it really him?

Didn't he die twenty years ago?

If it was him, it would be really troublesome.

If it were him, what he wanted was not the rivers and mountains of Nanyue, but the Nangong lineage, where there would be no place to be buried.

After leaving in a rage, the bookshelf on the side slowly opened, and a man dressed in black walked out, walked in front of Nangong Jing, knelt down on one knee, hugged his fists and said, "Your Majesty-"

When Nangong Jing saw the comer, his tightly knit brows finally opened slightly, and his deep voice was a little relieved, and he called: "Mo Yin, you are finally out of the customs",

Mo Yin sighed lightly with relief, "Let the emperor wait for a long time!" ”

Nangong Jing was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then laughed, and said with a bit of teasing, "It's been a long time, I was worried at first, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for you to get out."

Mo Yin's eyes flashed with distress when he heard this, and he replied: "It's that the subordinates are too stupid!" It took too long",

Nangong Jing raised his eyebrows and shook his head with a smile, and asked, "Mo Yin, how long have we known each other?"

Mo Yin thought about it carefully and said, "It should be twenty years by next year."

Nangong Jing nodded, "Yes, it's been so long",

Mo Yin smiled faintly and said: "When his subordinates followed the emperor, the emperor was only eight years old, but later, after chasing souls and asking for his life, the emperor rarely summoned his subordinates, and later, his subordinates retreated, but I didn't expect it to take a full five years."

Hearing this, Nangong Jing got up, walked up to Mo Yin, patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's good to see you out of the customs alive, you are my last trump card and my last reliance",

Mo Yin was slightly stunned, and then hugged his fists and said, "Subordinate—"

Before the words were spoken, Nangong Jing slashed over with one palm, Mo Yin was startled, and then he resisted, but fortunately, the imperial study was spacious enough, and the two of them had made a hundred moves, but they still did not distinguish the winner or loser.

Finally, Nangong Jing retracted the offensive and praised: "Martial arts are really making rapid progress",

Mo Yin said with some embarrassment: "The emperor makes fun of his subordinates",

Even if he has been in retreat for so many years, he still can't win against Nangong Jing, he knows that Nangong Jing didn't do his best.

This master for whom he willingly lived and died--

Nangong Jing looked at Mo Yin, walked to the bookshelf in the corner of the imperial study and stopped,