In a mountainside outside the capital, torches follow the winding passage until the mountainside, and the jumping firelight and the "crackling" sound of continuous bursting of fire oil in the air make people shudder.

In the brightly lit mountainside, among them was a pure black wolf-headed chair of Nanmu, on which a complete white tiger skin was spread, and on the chair sat an old man with silver hair all over the sky.

"You're finally here? Figured it out? I'm still a good pavilion master, at least better than your third son Mo! An old voice said with a hint of teasing.

"Less nonsense, old man, I want your place!" A tall figure shadowed behind him.

"Hahaha." The old man laughed. "I said earlier, you will come back to me sooner or later, how about it, come and take over my Wolf Tooth Pavilion!"

The person in the shadows walked out slowly, and the cold silhouette appeared little by little, if Leng Moxi was here, he would definitely scream, it was actually Mo Ziqian.

Mo Ziqian fixed his eyes on the wolf head on the chair, the wolf head was carved lifelike, I don't know what to delineate, a pair of dark green eyes made people shudder, the wolf teeth were inlaid real wolf teeth, faintly exuding a penetrating chill, but the one on the right was empty. "Is it still that condition?"

The old man's eyes lit up. "Not bad! It's still that condition, as long as you help me kill her, the Wolf Tooth Pavilion is yours! ”

"Good! I promise you, but I'm going to have the Wolf's Tooth Pavilion now! ”

The old man nodded and said: "Yes, but you probably also know that the current Wolf Tooth Pavilion is just an empty shelf, three of the four major killers have died, only one ink quinoa remains, and the remaining newcomers are also in cultivation, and there are few that can be used." I'm an old man, too."

Mo Ziqian frowned slightly. "Okay, don't cry to me, I just need to know how much I can use!"

"A team of winds, and quinoa!"

Mo Ziqian nodded, there were thirty-one people in total! That's enough! "I want ten more pigeons!"

"Yes! Three years, three years I want to see her head! ”

"Good!" Mo Ziqian nodded in agreement, but his expression was very solemn. "The flying pigeon passed the book to Mo Quinoa, and asked him to go to Yingzhou to find the third young grandmother in Mofu and protect my family!"

The old man's expression froze. "Boy, I heard you married the daughter of a bandit? How can a bandit's daughter be better than my daughter? ”

Mo Ziqian said coldly: "Of course, at least she is a kind girl!" ”

"You." The old man wanted to say something, but in the end he shook his head and said nothing.

After a few mouthfuls of food in a hurry, Leng Moxi simply freshened up, and wanted to lean on the cool collapse to take a rest, who knows, he was a little bored and couldn't sit still, picked up a hairpin and pulled up his hair casually, turned over, went to the small garden from the window behind the house, went around and around, and unknowingly, he came to the place where Mo Ziqian took her and Liangcai that day.

With her right foot, she came to the top of the rockery, the gentle breeze caressed her cheeks, and her hair was blown back and forth at the base of her ears. Suddenly, a small sound of footsteps came into her ears, and she quickly held her breath, and the whole person fell on the mountain.

The person who came was a good talent, I saw that he came to the rockery and hidden, time passed little by little, there was no sign of movement between the two people, at this time Leng Moxi is like a piece of the rockery, in the dark night, only the eyes like ink, bright and abnormal!