Who's looking. The floating cloud is the hole, and the moon is the pupil.

I can see through it, I can't see through it, and the circle is cloudy and sunny.

Relieved, relieved, full of joys and sorrows.

Monroe has never loved anyone. In her words, she is not ruthless, and emotional matters are just unnecessary for her.

What she loves most is killing. When she was very young, her two mentors taught her various ways to kill and control people, and she has always enjoyed it.

For Meng Luo, she hated Qingyang, not only because Qingyang burned down her Splendid Pavilion and destroyed the human skin mask she had worked so hard to collect, but also because Qingyang knew how many pounds and taels she had, but she pretended to be cynical and proud of the rivers and lakes.

It's like the expression on the face of Sophia when Wuya looked at that time.

She hates Qingyang, and she hates herself even more. But more than that, it is a kind of sadness, a kind of grievance, and an emotion that cannot be explained.

Why, you people, are all like this.

And at this moment, Nanzhen had already brought Qingyang to Monroe's face. The person she wanted to kill the most was right in front of her, but she couldn't do it.

She looked at Qingyang, and Qingyang looked at her, with that expression that she hated the most.

Meng Luo sighed and said slowly: "I'm a person, I don't have special feelings for others, Qingyang, you are one." It's a pity that I don't know how to love, so I have to hate you, I want you to die a thousand times, ten thousand times. ”

Monroe approached Qingyang and looked directly at him, but Qingyang's gaze did not evade.

Monroe smiled, "I can't kill you in the past few years, count you lucky." But this time, Lu Huaishan won't come to save you. ”

Qingyang said: "Shuzhou City Lord, I, Qingyang, am not the kind of person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, the master has been protecting me all these years, and it is my life." Since I dare to come here to see you with Miss Nanzhen this time, I already regard death as home. ”

"Oh?" said Monroe, "So, you have a mortal heart?"

"Not really, I don't want to die yet. If the city lord can turn the conflict into a jade silk and help my master deal with the Medicine King Valley, Qingyang will be considered to be dead. Qingyang looked at Monroe, although he didn't care, his eyes were firm.

Monroe frowned, her expression instantly cold.

Nanzhen saw it in her eyes, she knew that Monroe would hate Qingyang, not because of those superficial things. It's a secret hidden deep in Monroe's heart that can't be said.

Throughout her life, Monroe was never threatened or compromised. The people of Jianghu did not know the actual relationship between Shuzhou City and Yaowang Valley, but they only knew that they were using and containing each other. But Nam-jin had overheard Monroe's mention of Sophia.

The city lords of Shuzhou in the past dynasties all studied under the Medicine King Valley, and Mengluo's masters were the thousand-armed Xuanyuan Wei Yinghua and the Lingxiao boy Zhang Ziyou at that time.

In the past, in Allure, Monroe said a word to Nanzhen, and Nanzhen always remembered.

"Stinky girl, do you think it's a very happy thing to love and be loved? Unfortunately, I don't have the ability to love. ”

Nanzhen didn't understand the meaning of this sentence at the time, and just regarded it as a joke from Monroe. It wasn't until later that she learned that, like the Five Poisons, Monroe also had a needle on her body, which pierced deep into her forehead and blocked all of Monroe's emotions.

Care, sympathy, pity, cherishment, including love, these are just dispensable emotional expressions for Monroe, and she can't have a deeper emotional resonance with people.

The old man of Tianchi said to Nan Zhen that this kind of acupuncture method is called "Desperate Needle", which cannot really cut off people's feelings, but can suppress all people's emotional reactions.

What kind of emotions Monroe has for Qingyang, Nanzhen doesn't know.

But Nam Jin might be able to guess. For Monroe, she just wanted to hate someone.

Because of hate, it can be regarded as emotional sustenance, and because of hate, it distinguishes himself from the walking dead.

If you talk about feelings, Monroe has been in love twice over the years. Once it's nostalgia, and once it's hate.

The people who miss are far away.

The person he hated was right in front of him.

This kind of hatred is not hatred, not hatred, disgust or resentment.

It's just an expression, just choosing a person, maintaining a feeling of hate.

Qingyang is Monroe's choice.

The three of them stood silent for a while, Qingyang wanted to continue to say something, but felt that his legs were weak and his mind was blank. His eyes began to blur, and he almost couldn't stand. He tried to reach out and grab Monroe, but his hand was only halfway raised, and the man fell.

Nan Zhen didn't see Meng Luo make a move, she was only surprised, so she asked Meng Luo, "What's wrong with him?"

Monroe squatted down and probed Qingyang's breath with her hand. While gently stroking Qingyang's face, he smiled and said, "You ask me what's wrong with him? Don't you know? There are at least six kinds of incense in this room, and he can last so long without knowing it, he is already good." Someone!"

Monroe summoned two of her subordinates and carried Qingyang out.

Nanzhen didn't know where they would take Qingyang, so she asked, "Will you kill Qingyang?"

Monroe replied, "Who knows." ”

Namjin didn't ask again.

She hesitated, but she could only wait for Monroe to speak, she was waiting for Monroe's answer.

Qingyang had already been carried out, but Monroe still stayed where Qingyang had just laid.

She didn't turn around, nor did she make any other movements, but said slowly: "Nan girl, sure enough, these things are useless to you." Since we met, I have tried you again and again. In your tea, in your meals, and even in your clothes. Of course, how willing I am to hurt you, every time I use the simplest poison. But everything from drugs to incense doesn't work for you. It seems that the old man of Tianchi is really good to you. ”

Nam Jin didn't deny it. She walked around to Monroe, squatted down and asked, "Sister Monroe, you and I know all this, if you don't break it, I won't break it." I've already brought Qingyang from my brother's friend, and it's time for you to keep your promise. I betrayed their trust just to get you an answer. ”

Monroe smiled, and she said to Nanzhen, "Although I don't have the ability to love, I will also be sad. Nan girl, I really feel sorry for you, how old you are, your mind is already so deep. ”

Monroe stood up and sighed. Namjin also stood up.

I only heard Meng Luo say: "The last condition, if you agree, I will help you assassinate Hu Yingying." ”

At this time, Wu Yan was still wandering outside the Sword Casting Villa, which was already full of people, people were crowded, and there were torches everywhere, and they seemed to be looking for something. Wuya wanted to go in and find out, after all, Shanzhao's bones were not cold.

He was constantly dodging the patrolling guards, and since he was not very familiar with the place, he was almost discovered several times, so it was not a way to go on like this.

At this moment, he saw a black figure disappear into the moonlight not far away at a very fast speed, and the figure movement looked a little familiar to him, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

He quietly followed, but could no longer find the shadow's whereabouts. He faintly heard the voices of two people talking from a room.

One of them said, "So, no matter how well you plan, there are still variables?"

Another said: "There are variables, but it's not a big deal. Everything is still under control, but it is just a fork in the road. ”

As if he was a little far away, Wuya couldn't hear very clearly, so he changed his movements, put himself in the dark, and listened closely.

"Can you rely on the people of all appearances?" said one man.

"At the moment, it's not certain. Another said.

"Can't be sure?" said the first man.

"Yes, that person has a strange temper, and it is really a good idea to let her get close to Boundless. I shouldn't have been looking for them in the first place. The second man said.

The first person stood up suddenly, thinking that he had been discovered, and when he was thinking, he found that the person had only walked back and forth a few steps, and continued: "Forget it, let her go." What about that little girl named Nanzhen?"

Another replied, "Monroe is already testing her, and the results will be available soon." ”

The first person sat down after walking a few steps, sighed and said, "Whether it's Wanxiang, whether it's Sword Casting Villa, whether it's outlying islands, or Shaolin Temple." This time, if you want to do it, you will do it absolutely. ”

"But......" The other seemed to want to say something, but after all, he didn't say it.

"No, but!" the first person interrupted him as if he knew what he wanted to ask. "You can leave for Central Plains City tomorrow and tell Lu Huaishan that he has been in obscurity for so many years, don't forget your purpose. To achieve great things, you must be informal. After all, he didn't want so many people to die in vain. ”

"I just want to ask," the man seemed to make up his mind. "Xiwen's family has been in seclusion for many years, do you have to kill them?"

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became quiet, so quiet that you couldn't hold your breath. After a long time, the first person asked, "Why, can't you bear it?"

"Not really. The second man said.

Wuya was stunned for a moment when he heard this. The words of the people inside were too informative for him, as if there was some major conspiracy, and he needed to sort it out slowly. Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration, as if he had enlightened himself, and he remembered who was talking inside.

At that moment, he saw a man come out of the room where he had just spoken, and closed the door with his hand. The man walked thoughtfully.

Wuya took a deep breath. He guessed correctly, this person was Mr. Wen Ghost.