"Naturally, I came here to solve my doubts. The good family background made Jun Moliu sit on the chair elegantly and replied calmly. Jun Moliu is also dressed in gray at the moment, wearing a simulated human skin mask on his face, that face is so ordinary that people can't remember, but that inadvertent action is still eye-catching.

Compared with Jun Moliu, Yan Bangqiu was much more casual, he sat crookedly on the chair, curiously looking at the furnishings around the room.

"Hehe, Childe laughed. The smoke girl laughed out loud, just a little observation, you can see that there is no smile in those eyes, and even a trace of coolness. "Didn't you two come to the second floor to entertain the slaves?"

Hearing the displeasure in Yan Niang's words, and the implied meaning, Jun Moliu said the purpose: "I don't know if there are any books recorded in the outer building of the Great Mo Dynasty?"

"If the son can pay enough price, I will have it outside the building, if not, I will not have it outside the building. The cigarette girl smiled proudly and replied neatly.

"What does the girl want?"

"One hundred taels of gold. ”

"Deal. ”

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Before the unification of the Central Plains by the Great Mo Dynasty, it was the troubled times of the Warring States, and the troubled times produced heroes, and the heroes were born in the world, and the world at that time was a group of heroes, among which the Mo Kingdom, the Ning Kingdom, the Teng Kingdom, the Mo Kingdom, and the Qing Kingdom were the largest, as well as a number of small countries.

One hundred and twenty-seven years of the Warring States Period, the prince of the Mexican Kingdom succeeded to the throne, and the Mo Emperor had a friend before he ascended the throne, he was the only son of the Jun family, and he was good at scheming.

The husband and wife were loyal, fought countless battles with the Moxican Emperor, and finally destroyed the four countries, and a number of small countries came to attach to them, and the Mexican country unified the Central Plains.

Later Mo changed the name of the country to the Great Mo Dynasty, and later generations said that today's Great Mo Dynasty is half of the work of the monarch's mansion.

The Houjun's Mansion was awarded the title of Protectorate.

Four royal families, only two remaining, one is the son of Emperor Qing, the country of Qing is broken, Emperor Qing was martyred, leaving only one son, missing on the road to the country of Mo, one is the prince of the Mo country, the first emperor is merciful, named him the lord of the city of the Styx, the first emperor issued an edict saying: "The lord of the city of the Styx must be a member of the Mo clan, and if the Styx City does not rebel, it will be passed on from generation to generation, but it will not obey the king's orders and will not be subject to the edict." ”

After reading the book in his hand, Jun Moliu fell into deep thought, as if he understood something. Yan Bangqiu snatched it away casually, and watched it with relish.

The origin of it all is the descendant of the fleeing Qingguo, who took it as his mission to restore the country, remembered the hatred, slowly accumulated strength, and passed on the hatred to his descendants, and now, hundreds of years later, the clan has grown stronger and stronger, and finally began to carry out their plan.

The first step is the Jun Mansion, because the ancestors of the Jun family are the culprits, but in fact, these things have long been unable to figure out who is right and who is wrong.

The Jun family is a native of Mexico, and it is natural to be loyal to their country, and those who are capable will naturally seek benefits for their country, such as unifying the four countries, such as fighting on the battlefield, and that people's country is ruined, and it is understandable to hate the murderer.

It's just a matter of winning and losing.

Is it time for him, Junfu, to make a choice.

"It looks good, Jun Xiaoliu, do you still have money?" Yan Wanqiu finished reading the book in his hand, quite unsatisfied, and shook the book in his hand at Jun Moliu, smiling flatteringly.

...... "Do you think a hundred taels of gold are easy to take?!" And this is history! It's not a book! No, these are not important, damn Yan Bangqiu, do you remember why we came here?!

"Hehe......" Yan Bangqiu saw Jun Moliu's strange eyes, as if he suddenly remembered something, he pulled out a somewhat stiff smile embarrassedly, and smiled very weakly.

Jun Moliu was still silent, retracting his mocking gaze, Yan Bangqiu's heart was full of cattle (┯_┯), he felt that his IQ was despised by his friends again.

At this time, the two of them had already left the outer building, and in the direction of the capital, they naturally had to disguise themselves along the way, and narrowly avoided several pursuits.

The skills of the two have grown greatly, Yan Bangqiu's sword skills are more rounded, the knife is getting stronger and stronger, Jun Moliu's swordsmanship is also becoming more and more proficient, the change of sword momentum is more difficult to see, and Mo Wuyan's sword momentum is getting closer and closer, and there is a sharp momentum on his body.

On this day, the two met a strong rival, this time there were only four gray-clothed people, the number was much less, but the quality was greatly improved, at least the gray-clothed people and the two of them were two-to-one, and the two of them fell behind.

However, in half a pillar of incense, the two of them had countless small injuries on their bodies, and the cloth clothes on their bodies became tattered.

The gray-clothed man's swordsmanship is exquisite, at least at this time, Jun Moliu is definitely not comparable. No matter how fickle the swordsmanship is, without the speed to match it, it is useless at all, and it will reveal more flaws.

The two of them gradually ran out, and the wounds on their bodies were constantly bleeding, but the gray-clothed man was still aggressive. For a moment, both of them were a little desperate, and the movements of their hands slowed down. The man in gray immediately grasped the flaw and accelerated his attack.

The sword of the gray-clothed man swept towards the two, Yan Wanqiu blocked it horizontally, the swords collided, and with a "bang", he hit out of the spark, he turned his back to Jun Moliu and shouted: "Jun Xiaoliu, I'll block it for a while, you run!"

Jun Moliu slashed diagonally at the sword that stabbed at Yan Wanqiu, and when he heard this, his eyes were sour, and he didn't speak for a while.

"Don't you want to leave?!" Yan Bangqiu saw that the person behind him did not answer, and drank again, a little angry.