Mo Jun had a dream.

This dream, he had dreamed of many years ago.

This dream is ridiculous and ridiculous.

He dreamed that he was dressed in a white robe and wearing a fanged mask, sitting on a dragon chair. The door of the hall was closed, the pillars in the main hall were shining with golden light, and a long red carpet was laid under the feet, and the surroundings were bright and white.

He looked around, and the temple was empty, and the silence was terrible.

Suddenly, the door of the temple was pushed open from the middle to both sides, and a man stood outside the door, staring at him quietly.

The man was shrouded in black robes, his body was covered with black smoke, and he was wearing a mask on his face.

A green-faced demon with white hair and fangs.

The man's eyes were dark green, behind the man's eyes were the night sky, and above the man's head were the stars.

Mo Jun stood up in fright, staring at the person in front of him tightly, cold sweat oozing from his forehead.

"Who are you?"

The shadow didn't answer, just laughed.

Then he took a gentle step forward, stepping on the red carpet. But where he stepped on, it turned into pitch black, and this blackness spread from the tips of his toes to all directions.

Boundless fear struck, and Mo Jun felt a burst of panic, and couldn't help but take a step back.

The black shadow hung his head and walked quietly forward, and where he walked, day turned into night.

Eventually, he stopped in front of Mo Jun, and the hall was already dark.

"Who are you?"

Mo Jun asked again, but he still smiled coldly.

Then he drew a sword.

Mo Jun was eager to resist, but at this moment he found that his whole body was pressed by a huge force, and he couldn't move, he struggled desperately, but in vain, his legs were weak, and he fell on the dragon chair.

The dark shadow raised his sword mercilessly, piercing his body and the dragon chair beneath him.

The tip of the sword, dripping with blood, ticking and ticking, was heard as if it were the sound of his life passing.

Mo Jun shouted, and suddenly felt that everything around him began to spin, and his eyes became extremely illusory and blurry, and then a violent headache struck, and ten thousand ants ate his brain, and his heart was piercing.

Mo Jun held his head and moaned in pain, his muscles flared up, cold sweat flowed, and his handsome face gradually became distorted and ugly.

Suddenly, all the pain and discomfort subsided, and the surrounding scenery slowly stopped.

When he came back to his senses, Mo Jun was shocked to find that he was holding a sword in his hand.

He was wearing a black robe.

In front of him, he was wearing a white robe, crooked on the dragon chair.

In the abdomen, there was also a sword inserted, and the white robe was stained red with blood.

Mo Jun's whole body was shocked, and he stared blankly at the white shadow in front of him, his arm hung down unconsciously, and the long sword fell.

A cold wind blows.

Mo Jun was awakened.

He felt a pain in his limbs, as if he had just been pressed by a ghost. Sweat soaked his back and made him feel a chill.

Turning his head to look, it turned out that he forgot to close the window before going to bed, and a gust of wind blew in from the window, which gave him goosebumps.

Mo Jun took a deep breath, wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve, got up and closed the window.

When I looked back, I saw the quaint bronze mirror on the side of the bed.

The bronze mirror was old and yellowed, Mo Jun looked at himself in the mirror in a daze, and through the moonlight through the paper window, he saw a pale face.

Step by step, he approached the mirror, and saw the face in the mirror more clearly. This face, pale, tired, and in a trance, like a dead man.

Mo Jun trembled his hand and touched the dresser on the side, picked up the mask that was quietly placed on the counter, and slowly put it on his face, he wanted to cover this face.

It's just that the appearance in the mirror at this moment makes him can't give up.

He reached out to touch the grimace, and the man in the mirror held out a hand to him in the same way.

Ten points to the right.

Mo Jun slowly rubbed his face in the bronze mirror and groaned.

"What the hell am I ...... Who is it?"

And in the mirror, he seemed to laugh.

On the night of the general's return to Beijing, the greedy wolf star appeared, and the orange light was full of light, turning the entire land of Sizhou upside down.

Not only in Sizhou, but even in the south of the Yangtze River, you can see the earth-shattering vision of heaven and earth that night, and that violent power is far from being comparable to when Tianliang Xingkong Wen and Lu Cun Xingye Wenliu awakened.

The awakening of the greedy wolf star, this is a big thing.

The person in charge of Yunxian Pavilion trembled his hands and named the name of Greedy Wolf Star on the Kui Star List, and its ranking was set at the third place.

There are many good things in the rivers and lakes, and the greedy wolf, one of the three evil stars, is the first to break the world, which means that Emperor Ziwei's country will no longer have peace. For a while, storytellers had stories to make up, literati had inspiration to express themselves, and fortune tellers, who were the most unpopular on weekdays, had more business because of this.

"Old fairy, tell me where this greedy wolf is now?"

In front of a certain stall, a well-mannered young Confucian student modestly asked the hunchbacked old man in front of him, who was blind in one eye and missing a front tooth.

The old man held a flag in his left hand, with the word "Xiang" written on it, a string of prayer beads around his neck, and a pinch of his right hand, and words in his mouth.

"Heavenly chance, don't say. The old man squinted and coughed heavily.

The Confucian business association took out a piece of silver from his sleeve and put it in his hand.

The fortune teller weighed it quietly, nodded with satisfaction, and then looked up at the sky, pretending to be profound: "In my opinion, the greedy wolf star must be in Sizhou at this moment." ”

“......”

"Huh?" the old man tilted his head when he saw that Confucian Sheng's face was pale.

"It's daytime, what the are you looking at?"

At the corner of the street, there was another scream.

This kind of scenery is not uncommon in the streets of Tai'an City. But these ninth-rate disciples, the closer they are to the palace, the rarer they are, such a solemn and solemn place, even ordinary people will choose to take a detour.

The palace is located in the north of the center of Tai'an City, and as far as the eye can see, the rows of palaces are magnificent and magnificent, all of which show the dignity of the royal family.

At the end of the day, the sky was gray, and the court meeting was held as scheduled.

At this time, outside the Qilin Gate at the main gate of the palace, a white figure came, cold as water.

The guards rubbed their eyes vigorously, as if to see the man in front of them as if they wanted to see the man in front of them for real.

People who can go to court without wearing court clothes, and come to see their mood when they want to, there is only one person in the world who has this grace.

General Mojun.

The guards stood nervously, they hadn't seen a general come to court for more than a year, and this was the rarest of the rare guests.

What's even more rare is that Mo Jun is not wearing a mask today.

"General!"

Many of the guards saw Mo Jun's true face for the first time, and they couldn't help but sigh secretly in their hearts. This scholar who looks so delicate will actually be the famous general of the dynasty.

On the side, a eunuch with a lantern had already greeted him and led the way for Mo Jun.

"It's really rare, I can't imagine that the slave maid is so lucky today, to be able to see the demeanor of the general, Sansheng is lucky, Sansheng is really lucky!"

"When I return from the expedition, I have something to say to Your Majesty. ”

"That's what the general said!"

The two chatted all the way, and finally reached the end, the Jinluan Palace.

"Then please trouble the internal official to report on your behalf. Mo Jun arched his hand and smiled.

Xiao Huangmen was flattered: "Yes! Yes! The general doesn't have to be polite!"

In the palace, hundreds of officials have arrived, and the crowd is noisy, all arguing about the greedy wolf last night.

Xiao Huangmen leaned over and cautiously leaned in, cleared his throat, and said sharply: "The general has arrived!"

The voice is shrill and has a slight trill, like a rooster crowing, which is very unpleasant.

But at this moment, everyone in the hall invariably turned their eyes to the outside of the hall, where a white figure was standing.

The great general of the Great Zhou, the white-clothed Hou Mojun, returned victorious. After a year, he appeared here again, and the ministers couldn't help but tremble with the wat board, and there was a trace of awe in their hearts.

Wei Sheng Zhao was feeling a headache for the quarrel of the ministers, and at this moment, when he heard Mo Jun go to court, his eyes lit up, like a meteor passing by.

He waved his big hand, and the majestic and deep voice was like swallowing Lingyun, thundering in all directions.

"Xuan!"

"General Xuanda, enter the hall~"