Jun Moliu felt uneasy, but he also knew that he couldn't mess with himself now, perhaps, Uncle Tu and Xiaojin had already hidden, maybe he didn't need to be so pessimistic.

Yan Bangqiu was relieved to see that Jun Moliu was still normal, Jun Xiaoliu finally returned to normal, and the days when he was a confidant brother in those days were really unbearable.

Bai Qian didn't think about it so much, Jun Moliu didn't tell her so much, and now she only knew that Jun Moliu was involved in some troublesome things.

Jun Moliu was too uneasy in his heart, and he didn't have the patience to wait until tonight to return to the capital, so several people changed their clothes, wore masks, and entered the city separately, planning to enter the city and then return to the small courtyard to gather.

Jun Moliu's appearance was a middle-aged man, his face was honest and honest, and he was about to go in alone, and when he arrived at the city gate, several city guards just glanced at him, glanced at the portrait, and let him pass.

Jun Mo stayed in the capital and walked around several times, making sure that there was no one following behind him, and his figure flashed and turned into a small alley. It took two more turns to reach the gate of the small courtyard.

Jun Moliu looked at the small courtyard, hesitated, but still reached out and knocked on the door.

"What person?" A middle-aged male voice came from inside the door, which was similar to Uncle Tu's voice.

Jun Moliu's face changed, he didn't answer, he took up a light gong and retreated, seeing that no one answered in the door, he also fell silent, Jun Moliu stared at the courtyard door, and slowly pulled out the sword without regrets in his right hand.

With a "bang", the courtyard gate was shattered into pieces from the inside, and Jun Moliu swung his sword to split several pieces of wood flying towards him. Dozens of gray-clothed men with knives rushed out and surrounded Jun Moliu, and Jun Moliu's face became even more gloomy.

"Second Prince Jun is still going to fight?" A middle-aged man in gray walked out of the small courtyard, the knife in his hand was sharper than the other gray people, with a smile on his face, obviously the upper echelon of the sword guard.

Jun Moliu's hand holding the sword of no regrets tightened and tightened, and his face sank again and again.

Finally, Jun Moliu let go of his hands and abandoned his sword, and both the sword and the scabbard fell to the ground.

The gray-clothed man rushed up to restrain Jun Moliu, handcuffed him, and handcuffed him, Jun Moliu quietly touched the material of the chain on his hand.

The middle-aged man approached Jun Moliu, with a black pill in his hand, and came to Jun Moliu, Jun Moliu lowered his eyes, a cold light flashed in his eyes, raised his hand and pinched the pill, and the movement made a heavy sound with the chain on his wrist.

"This is the Hua Gong Dan, Second Son, please. The middle-aged man bowed his head, and there was a smile on his face.

Jun Moliu raised his head, put the pill in his mouth, and swallowed it.

"Let's go!" The middle-aged man gave an order, and the two gray-clothed men carried Jun Moliu, and the group left with light skills.

――――――I am—is—the Lord—the horn—is—is—is—is, is――――――, is

On the other side, Yan Bangqiu arrived a step early, the footprints on the ground were very messy, he saw at a glance the no-regret sword that Jun Moliu threw on the ground, and the wooden door that was obviously shattered by internal force, Yan Wanqiu bent down to pick up the no-regret sword, and a pair of eyes scanned around.

Then Bai Qian arrived, and when she saw the unrepentant sword in Yan Wanqiu's hand and the destroyed wooden door, she also understood something, and her face changed.

Yan Wanqiu glanced at Bai Qi and said, "Keep up." He stepped into the courtyard first, Bai Qi immediately followed, there were also a large footprints in the yard, the house was a little messy, Tu Liang and Xiao Jin were not there, Yan Wanqiu's hand holding the sword was tight and loose, loose and tight.

Bai Qian pursed his lips, grabbed the tail of the braid, and shook it, but the bell did not ring a sound, and said, "I can find the location of Jun Moliu." ”

"Lead the way!" Yan Wanqiu's eyes lit up suddenly, and he looked at Bai Qi expectantly. He didn't ask Bai Qi how he could find it, everyone had some secrets that no one knew and didn't want people to know, as long as the secret wouldn't be harmful to them, Yan Bangqiu wouldn't mind.

Bai Qian glanced at Yan Bangqiu again, turned around and left the small courtyard, shaking the bell in his hand, Yan Bangqiu didn't say anything, and walked out.

Bai Qi walked neither fast nor slow, shaking the bell in his hand all the way, turning a few alleys and turning a few streets. Both of them didn't say a word.

On the other side, Jun Moliu was led all the way into a dark room in a courtyard. Jun Moliu's eyes darkened, and the middle-aged man seemed to have forgotten to blindfold Jun Moliu along the way, or maybe he felt that Jun Moliu couldn't get out of here alive at all.

There was only a bed, an oil lamp, and a wooden window in the dark room, and the whole dark room was clean. Jun Moliu was pushed in, because the chain on his body was abnormally heavy, Jun Moliu staggered a few steps before standing firmly.

The door to the dark room was slammed shut, and a few footsteps left. Jun Moliu spat a few mouthfuls of saliva, and the footsteps outside the door sounded a few times, and then quieted down again. Jun Moliu raised his eyebrows and smiled so unexpectedly.

Jun Moliu dragged the heavy chain to the side of the bed, sat down at once, rubbed again, and lay down.

After about half a day, there was a chaotic sound of footsteps outside the door, and the door of the dark room was respectfully pushed open by the man in gray, and a man in brocade walked in elegantly.