Wei Moyan, Cheng Xiaobai, Xi Shaoyuan, and Wanqi Haoyue are collectively called the Four Young Masters. This is a ranking by good people based on appearance, status, and various abilities. Although it is mixed with factors such as flattery, it is well deserved.
Others might feel sympathy for each other, but Wei Moyan would never. Except for Xia Qingluan and those who are valuable to him, no one would stay in their eyes and hearts for even a moment, let alone take away his
The woman appeared in front of Wanqi Haoyue with a calm expression.
"Poison King Valley is not involved in the grievances in the world. I wonder why Pavilion Master Wei came here this time?"
"You know what you're asking." Wei Moyan didn't even raise his head, turning over the idle wine glass and pouring the wine himself.
Gong's steps moved slightly, his nails almost dug into the flesh of his palms, and his cold eyes were blazing with anger.
It was this man who took away the love of his family, and when he returned home full of joy, what he saw was a sea of fire and a pool of blood, as well as an expressionless figure in the shrill light of the fire.
A faint blue light passed through, Wei Moyan calmly turned his glass to the side, and there was a crisp sound. Three short steel needles fell into the glass, and the sake that had not been spilled instantly turned black.
"If you don't want the Poison King Valley to be wiped out, it's best to hand her over as soon as possible."
"Gang." Wan Qi Haoyue whispered to stop the young man in black behind him. There was no advantage in the Duwang Valley confrontation with him.
Seeing Wei Moyan, who was rumored to be as strong as a god for the first time, Wan Qi Haoyue, who was as calm as water, couldn't help but admire the good fortune. Two years ago, he came to Jiannan in an attempt to contain the forces of the Poison King Valley. At that time, he happened to be out looking for medicine.
We were not allowed to meet each other, and later I only heard from my master that this man was extremely talented and rare in the world. It was a pity that he was cruel and murderous, and his future was blinded by hatred.
If it were him, it would not be impossible to stain the Poison King Valley with blood. Maybe both sides would suffer, or maybe he would be unscathed.
No wonder she misses this person so much, he is indeed fascinating.
However, he could not give her a stable future, and there was no need for her to return to him. He could give her a better life.
"Luan'er is indeed here with me, but she is free to stay or go. I will not stop her from going back with you if she wants to, but if she wants to stay, I will never allow anyone to force her to leave."
The overly affectionate name irritated Wei Moyan, Luan'er, Luan'er, he called her Qingluan, but Wanqi Haoyue who suddenly appeared called her Luan'er!
There was once a junior member of the pavilion who called her by her first name instead of calling her Hongxian. As a result, he broke her jaw and threw her into a water prison, leaving her disabled for life. A name is a person's code name, and it is also a spell that binds a person. Anyone
No one can call her name, Xia Qingluan only belongs to him, Wei Moyan!
No matter what relationship the two had, any man who dares to stand next to her will die.
"In that case, there's no need to waste time and kill you. I don't think she can get out!"
The white porcelain wine glass containing the poisonous wine shattered on the bluestone table. A gust of hot wind blew by, and the thick black liquid broke through the edge of the stone table and dripped onto the dead wood. A burst of acrid white smoke actually burned through a huge hole.
This poison is too overbearing and must not be touched in the slightest. Shen Yuqing's body flashed and rushed in front of Wei Moyan in the blink of an eye. The scimitar in his hand was like lightning, and he struck directly between Wan Qi Haoyue's eyebrows.
Wanqi Haoyue stood there calmly and calmly, the oil-paper umbrella not trembling even a little bit, like a still ink painting.
The huge force stopped Shen Yuqing's blade. The young man in black blocked the blade with his bare hands. With a little effort, he pushed Shen Yuqing back a few steps and returned to Wei Moyan.
"Who are you?" Shen Yuqing's face was pale and pale. He wanted to seize the opportunity to fight quickly, but he didn't expect that a young attendant could neutralize his attack so easily without any effort.
"Wen, Mo, Gong."
The deep-seated hatred burst out word by word, and the young face showed vicissitudes befitting his age: "Wen Jingyan's son."
"Wen Jingyan?" Wei Moyan raised his eyebrows slightly, "No impression."
He actually said he had no impression!
Gong's heart was like a real red lotus fire, burning brighter and brighter, but he tried his best to keep calm: "The Lingyun Villa of the Wen family was burned down overnight because of its unwillingness to surrender to Poyue Pavilion, and more than forty people in the village were burned. No one will survive. Wei Moyan, have you ever felt guilty for your cruelty?"
"If every time I kill someone I feel guilty for one day, then I will have to count the days for the rest of my life."
So many human lives are not as important as ants in his mouth!
Ging could no longer hold back, and the black figure was as fast as a ghost, rushing out regardless of Wanqi Haoyue's obstruction.
He was once called a young hero, a young talent, and the most qualified future owner of Lingyun Villa. Don't you believe it, he can't even hurt Wei Moyan even with all his strength?
He is a human being, not a god, and will not be invincible forever.
The two black figures were getting closer and closer. When Shaozai and the others saw that something was wrong, it was already too late to catch up. Wei Moyan's tall figure stood against the wind but had no intention of fighting back. His eyes were slightly lowered under his sword-shaped eyebrows and blurred. , wandering on the clear liquid of the poured wine flask, seeming to be waiting for something.
"stop."
The white clothes with a light fragrance, Sheng Xue, were as graceful as a giant dragon. When they passed by Wanqi Haoyue, they brought up a gust of breeze, crossing between the two black figures, blocking her footsteps.
"This is the grudge between me and Poyue Pavilion. Master Wanqi promised not to interfere."
Wan Qi Haoyue sighed, she was too smart, even though she tried hard to conceal it, she still chased after her.
"Gong, step back."
Time stands still, and it feels like eternity in the blink of an eye.
The tranquility in the breath at this moment was full of greed, and the ecstasy of regaining something made the face that was used to being cold unable to hide the smile.
"Qingluan, you are finally willing to come out."
He bets his own life on whether she cares about him.
And in the end, he won.
Xia Qingluan did not turn around. Those eyes that were easily sunken were the fate that she could not survive. If she didn't look at him, listen to him, or miss him, only in this way could she not be hurt, not hurt, and emotionless.
"The matter has nothing to do with Poison King Valley. It will do you no good to implicate others."
It was still an indifferent voice, but this sentence alone satisfied Wei Moyan.
Along the way, he was worried not only about Xia Qingluan's safety, but also about the consequences after meeting her. Those words were so hurtful that Mo Hengjian even drank her blood. How could he explain and compensate her before she would believe it? Are you willing to return to yourself?
The steep mountain peaks and the vast sea of clouds could not be reflected in his eyes, and all the tenderness in his eyes fell on the thin shoulders in front of him, without even a drop of dust.
It doesn't matter, as long as she is willing to come back, he has a lifetime to make her understand the extent of her addiction.
"You are from Poyue Pavilion."
The dull words sounded ironic to her ears. All of this was arranged by him. Isn't that enough? If she had to force her to lose even her last shelter and not even the last bit of warmth, she would be heartbroken. Now that his heart has become cold, will he be satisfied if he has no hope of life from now on?
Xia Qingluan smiled coldly, with a look of ridicule on his face: "Master Wei Pavilion, are you joking? Who drove me out of Poyue Pavilion and chased me all the way? Now you think of my value again, or do you?
Are you afraid that I will threaten you if I fall into the hands of others?"
"Someone made trouble for what happened before. I wrongly blamed you."
The white figure trembled, and behind him, Shao Zai Shao Bi and others were all shocked.
The Pavilion Master of Poyue Pavilion has never bowed his head to anyone. Even his faults have been eliminated by killing or cold-heartedness. Maybe this is the first time in his life that he has apologized to someone?
The hand used to holding the sword was raised with force but then lowered with the gentlest force, gently holding the slender wrist. Wei Moyan was a little nervous, and after taking a deep breath, he slowly said: "Qingluan, come back with me."