After sending the newlyweds back to the mansion, the first floor of the Juxian Building suddenly became abuzz. In the private room on the second floor, Yao Mowan sat with Ye Junqing, Han Jinyi, Chu Mobei, and Chu Moxin, and the atmosphere became tense.
It was very strange. Except for Yao Mowan, they all disliked everyone.
"Wan'er, this fish is well cooked." Ye Junqing was closest to Yao Mowan, so he picked up a piece of fish meat and put it in Yao Mowan's bowl. However, he didn't want Chu Mobei to snap his fingers, and Ye Junqing avoided it, and with his chopsticks
They fell to the table together.
Isn’t this bullying? Ye Junqing exerted his strength with his feet and kicked over thousands of troops. The table moved slightly and everyone’s expressions changed slightly. Han Jinyi joined in with the intention of trying to stop the fight. Chu Moxin couldn’t control that much, naturally.
It was to help his imperial brother. For a moment, the table full of delicious delicacies was like a wave, until the cups and plates were in a mess.
‘Pa—’ The master suddenly stood up, slapped the table hard, and looked at the people around the table with cold eyes.
"Since everyone is here, Wan'er wants to make one thing clear to everyone. I, Sheng Wan'er, am not the Yao Mowan you are looking for! Although we look similar, that's all! Today ### we are
I, Saint Wan'er, are fighting. If the real Yao Mowan appears in the future, where will you put me? In the past, Wan'er only said that you miss Yao Mowan too much and will not pursue the issue with you. But from now on, you
Listen clearly, I am not Yao Mowan, this is a fact! You'd better remember!" Yao Mowan stood up straight and spoke every word clearly.
There was silence in the elegant room, and everyone's eyes fell on Yao Mowan, with their own eyes shining with unknown meanings.
There was another 'pop--' sound, and as the door closed tightly, everyone looked at each other.
"What if she is not Yao Mowan?" Chu Moxin listened to Yao Mowan's words and looked at everyone suspiciously.
"Look at the gesture of slamming the door. If she is not Yao Mowan, who can she be?" Chu Mobei patted Chu Moxin on the shoulder, then stood up and left. The real owner is not here, but they are still gathered here.
Does it make sense? Chu Moxin followed Chu Mobei and left. On the table, Han Jinyi looked sideways at Ye Junqing.
"If she is not Yao Mowan, then we have gone too far." Han Jinyi stood up slowly and walked away. Only Ye Junqing was still sitting there, reaching out and picking up a piece of fish from the messy table and putting it on the table.
In Yao Mowan's porcelain bowl.
"Jun Qing is very stupid, but a person who has been through life and death will never admit his mistakes..."
Around Hai hour, Ye Junqing finally found Yao Mowan on the roof of Juxian Tower. The evening breeze blew, and Yao Mowan's black hair flew in the sky, drawing a beautiful arc in the air. Just a silhouette of his back caught Ye Jun's mind.
Clear all eyes.
"Are you angry?" Looking at the thin-necked wine bottle in Yao Mowan's hand, Ye Junqing pursed her thin lips and sat down slowly.
"Are you sure who you are talking to?" Qingyue's voice was full of self-mockery. What's wrong with watching the fun? Why does she care so much? It is true that she doesn't want to be someone else's substitute, but what she doesn't want even more is
, when these people suddenly turn around and become indifferent and right, they will not be able to bear it.
"Sheng Wan'er." For Ye Junqing, the name is really not important.
"Are they all gone?" Yao Mowan sighed softly, raised her head and took a sip of strong wine. The aroma of the wine was mellow, and her lungs felt irritated.
"Well, it's Jun Qing's fault for not considering your mood. Today is the wedding of Leng Bingxin and Ben Lei. They should be happy." Seeing Yao Mowan frowning slightly because of the strong wine, Ye Junqing
Heartbroken.
"It was Wan'er who spoiled everyone's interest, but I just want you to know that there is no Yao Mowan here. The person you hope and expect to see is not here." Yao Mowan raised her eyes and looked at the sky.
Starry sky, a hint of loneliness flashed in his eyes.
"Let's not talk about it anymore. Jun Qing will drink with you." Ever since we met again in Xinxiang, Ye Junqing never thought that the person in front of him was not Yao Mowan. Even if Yao Mowan denied it over and over again, he would not change his original intention.
"Ye Junqing, if... if the real Yao Mowan appears one day, will you leave me without hesitation?" Yao Mowan asked this question out of nowhere, and then wanted to bite off her tongue.
How sensational it is!
"No." Ye Junqing shook the wine bottle, took a sip, and said firmly.
"Ghost letter!" Even though she knew how contrary Ye Junqing's words were, Yao Mowan still felt warm in her heart. Maybe... she was no worse than Yao Mowan.
The woods under the moonlight were bright and clean. Mo Chang and Bai Zhan were walking in the woods, looking at each other.
"Don't go back, right?" Bai Zhan shook Mo Chang's arm and begged with a wink.
"No, if we don't go back, Wuming will definitely be in danger." Mo Chang stroked Bai Zhan's shoulder and spoke solemnly.
"It's Wuming again! This old guy is really harmful. If I had known better, I shouldn't have followed him in the first place. Now that I'm fine, I can't let go. Forget it, we've already come this far. Let's go back." Bai Zhan sighed.
He sighed, he was also worried about Wuming, that's why he hesitated.
"That's right! Let's go quickly. We'll be in Xinxiang in seven or eight days." Mo Chang knew that Bai Zhan was not such a hard-hearted person, otherwise he wouldn't like him.
Suddenly, a cold wind blew through. Bai Zhan and Mo Chang stopped suddenly, leaning on each other's backs while looking at each other. The energy was too strong, and they had encountered a formidable enemy.
"Who is it? Come out!" Mo Chang spoke sternly, his eyes blazing.
"Old friend!" The rich voice had a hint of evil in it. The voice came from mid-air. When Bai Zhan and Mo Chang raised their heads, the man was already in front of them.
"Who are you?" Mo Chang looked at the intruder alertly and quietly held the concealed weapon.
"Mo Chang, Bai Zhan!" Behind the man in black robe and silver face, Wuming spoke excitedly. Seeing that it was Wuming, Mo Chang and Bai Zhan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"Who do you think you are, you old immortal! You scared us!" Bai Zhan patted his chest and walked towards Wuming with shallow steps. Mo Chang followed him.
"How did you leave Yan Chi Country? I thought that in your life... uh -" The moment Mo Chang walked around the silver-faced man, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck and blood spurted out violently.
"Mo Chang!" Before Wuming could get over the excitement of the long-lost reunion, Mo Chang had his throat cut off in front of him.
"What's wrong? Mo... Mo Chang!" Seeing the sudden change in Wuming's expression, Bai Zhan turned around, feeling chilled to the bone. Under the moonlight, Mo Chang clutched his neck tightly, his eyes widened like copper bells, and blood gurgled out of his hands.
"Mo Chang! I will fight with you -" Bai Zhan was shocked, his eyes turned red, and he immediately threw the hidden weapon at the silver-faced man, but he didn't want to hit him back with a blast of air, and Bai Zhan was stabbed in the heart by his own hidden weapon.
"Baizhan..." Mo used his remaining strength to desperately walk to Bai Zhan, hugged the dying Bai Zhan tightly with both hands, and both of them fell to the ground.
Looking at Bai Zhan and Mo Chang with blood spurting out on the ground, Wuming's heart suddenly stopped. He desperately knelt in front of Bai Zhan and Mo Chang, one hand tightly covering Mo Chang's neck where blood was spurting out, and the other hand kept stopping.
Wiping the black blood pouring from the corner of Bai Zhan's mouth.
"Why...why..." Bai Zhan looked at Wuming resentfully, with endless resentment in his eyes.
"It's not me...it's not me! Why did you kill them! Ah -" Wuming turned around and glared at the silver-faced man with his eagle-like eyes. When he looked back, Bai Zhan and Mo Chang were already dead.
"I'm sorry...I'm sorry!" Wuming threw himself on Bai Zhan and Mo Chang, with tears streaming down his face, and his bloody hands clenched into fists. From the Iron Blood Corps to the Yan Chi Country, whether it was Bai Zhan or Mo Chang,
Chang, whether it was Mei Ji or Qian Mian, they never gave up on him, and even asked Ghost Daozi to advance him, but what did he do! It was he who led this silver-faced executioner to find Bai Zhan and Mo
Chang, it was he who harmed them!
"I'll kill you!" Wuming's eyes bulged, and his fists swept towards the silver-faced man like a hurricane. Unfortunately, before the wind of the palm could reach him, his acupuncture points were sealed by the silver-faced man.
"Kill me? Why!" The silver-faced man sneered and walked up to Wuming. The mask looked particularly dark against the moonlight.
"Why? They are my people! They are people from Yanchi Country! I will tell the leader! You bastard!" Wuming's eyes were piercing with red eyes.
"Why? This is what I want to ask you! Why did you abandon me and Dachu in the first place and destroy the Iron-Blooded Corps! Where were you when I needed you most! Wuming! It wasn't them that deserved the damn, it was you.
!" The silver-faced man roared fiercely, his voice as cold as ice.
"You...you are?" The moment he heard the voice, Wuming's pupils suddenly tightened and he looked at the person in front of him in disbelief.
"How long has it been and you can't even recognize my voice?" The man slowly took off his silver mask, revealing such a terrifying face.
"Ye Hongyi? How could it be you! How could the mage send you out to perform a mission? This is impossible! Impossible!" Wuming looked at Ye Hongyi in horror, feeling his heart as cold as ice.
"There are too many impossible things. I still can't believe it. You are actually a boy from the Yanchi Kingdom, and you are still the most inconspicuous one! But it's you who plays with me in the palm of your hand.
If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been completely defeated, and I wouldn't have suffered the death penalty over and over again!" Ye Hongyi's fierce eyes seemed to want to cut Wuming into pieces, but he didn't know that Wuming didn't want to tear Ye Hongyi into pieces.
"You avenge your private life and kill Bai Zhan and Mo Chang! I will report this matter to the mage truthfully! Ye Hongyi, you will not die a good death!" Wuming roared like a curse.
"Oh, Wuming, don't be too naive. Who are they? In the eyes of the mage, they are worse than ants! What do you think the mage will do to me because of them? Now I am a popular person in front of the mage! And
You are just my follower! If I want to kill you, I can kill you in any minute! But if I don’t kill you, I just want to let these idiots know what will happen if they follow you!" Ye Hongyi smiled sinisterly, his eyes
The cold light is like a blade.
"Ye Hongyi! You don't deserve to die!" Wuming roared hysterically, looking at Bai Zhan and Mo Chang on the ground with tears streaming down his face.
"There is another person who will die miserably, Wuming. I will give you a chance. Whether Qianmian and Meiji can survive depends on whether you can find them before me." Ye Hongyi curled his lips and looked at Wuming,
He slowly put on his silver mask, jumped up, and disappeared in an instant like a bat wandering in the night.
"Ye Hongyi! I swear I will crush you to ashes -" The shrill voice echoed throughout the forest, causing a crow to cry.
The married life of Leng Bingxin and Ben Lei can be described as being like glue. Seeing Ben Lei holding Leng Bingxin's hand and not letting go, Yao Mowan raised her hand and rubbed her eyebrows.
"Diao Diao, go to the kitchen and get a kitchen knife."
"Master, what are you doing with the kitchen knife?" Diao Diao looked at Yao Mowan suspiciously.
"Cut off that hand and make him a bastard!" Yao Mowan glanced at Ben Lei's hand with clear eyes, and her calm voice gave off a bit of harsh majesty.
"Master, Ben Lei was wrong, why not!" Ben Lei heard the sound and immediately let go, looking at Yao Mowan with a begging look on his face.