Jiao Xiaoliu, dressed in aqua blue clothes, stood in front of the Xuan Kingdom Protector General's Mansion, staring at the imperial plaque. It had been half a stick of incense. She didn't pay attention to the people coming and pointing at her.
"What is the girl looking at?"
"Look at that plaque!" Jiao Xiaoliu replied matter-of-factly.
"Is there something wrong with that plaque?" the visitor asked patiently.
"What does it have to do with you?" Jiao Xiaoliu turned around and looked at the person.
The man was wearing a navy blue gown, holding a folding fan in his hand. He had a faint medicinal fragrance and was gentle and elegant. "It turns out there are people who make people feel comfortable just by looking at them." Jiao Xiaoliu felt that he didn't hate talking to this person.
Seeing Jiao Xiaoliu turn around, the man hurriedly clasped his fists and said, "I'm here, Mo Lan!"
"Mo Lan?!" Jiao Xiaoliu's eyes instantly turned cold, and he said coldly: "I've heard about the name of Doctor Mo for a long time, and it's a great honor to meet him today."
Mo Lan was shocked by the change in Jiao Xiaoliu's attitude, but still politely clasped his fists. "Everyone is just showing love. I don't dare to take the word "miracle doctor" seriously.
"Aren't all those who dare to take it but don't take it as their own?" The mocking tone made Mo Lan's heart tighten.
"Girl, do you know me?"
Jiao Xiaoliu shook his head, "Why do you have such strange thoughts?"
"I just feel like the girl hates being here."
Jiao Xiaoliu sneered, "You can definitely make a lot of money by telling fortunes."
"What money?" Mo Lan's mind was a little confused.
Jiao Xiaoliu blinked and said with a smile, "It's lucky to meet you here today. Doctor Mo, can you lend me your wallet?"
Mo Lan handed the money bag to Jiao Xiaoliu as if he was under a spell.
Jiao Xiaoliu took the money bag, weighed it and said with a smile: "Rich tycoon, let's be friends..."
For the first time in his life, Mo Lan felt that he was lacking in talent and knowledge.
Of course, Jiao Xiaoliu didn't know what Mo Lan was thinking. His expression changed and he threw the money bag towards the door of the general's mansion. Without leaning to one side, the money bag hit the plaque that Jiao Xiaoliu was staring at just now.
Jiao Xiaoliu counted "one, two..., three..." silently in his heart. Following Jiao Xiaoliu's "three", the plaque fell down.
Walking to Mo Lan, who had a look of disbelief on his face, he said in a deep voice: "Doctor Mo, this is just the beginning."
"you……"
"Shh, Doctor Mo, be quiet!" Jiao Xiaoliu put his index finger on Mo Lan's lips and smiled evilly, "Don't worry, we will definitely meet again soon! Oh, by the way, my name is Jiao!
Xiao! Liu!"
After saying that, he turned around and left, leaving Mo Lan petrified on the spot.
Jiao Xiaoliu stood in front of Situ Chang's tomb, or in front of the coffin to be precise. Looking at the dozens of jars of wine piled around, Jiao Xiaoliu sighed, picked up a jar, sealed it, and sprinkled it on the coffin while saying, "
Situ Chang, as the saying goes, every injustice has its owner, and every debt has its owner. I know it's not your fault this time, but your disciple Mo Yu went too far and ruined the entire Shuiyun Palace. He was unkind, so don't blame me.
Righteousness." Jiao Xiaoliu threw the wine jar to the ground and took out the fire seal. "Leader Situ, please rest in peace this time! I will never trouble you again."
The mansion of the general protecting the country of Xuan Kingdom is currently in a state of panic because of the drop of the imperial plaque.
"That woman, I will definitely cut her into pieces." Mo Yu gritted his teeth.
"Brother, even Situ Chang is not her opponent. Kill her? How sure are you?" Mo Lan said lightly. "And in this matter, I think you were at fault first."
"What's wrong with me avenging my master?" Mo Yu said harshly.
"The mistake is that you don't abide by the moral principles of the world." Mo Lan's tone was still calm, "Use me to find the location of Shuiyun Palace and kill them all."
"General, I am a member of the imperial court, so I don't need to talk about moral principles." Mo Yu's voice clearly lacked confidence.
"Now that I have gotten involved in this feud, I still want to escape unscathed." Mo Lan's tone remained unchanged for thousands of years. "Isn't it a bit too naive?"
Mo Yu: "..."
"General..." the butler's voice came from outside the door.
"What's up?"
"The new martial arts leader Zhuo Ran wants to meet!"
