Feeling the aura around him that had not completely dissipated, a smile appeared in the eyes of the man in black robe.
He didn't see her, but just by the lingering breath, he knew it was her.
"Master, they must have just left not long ago, should we catch up?"
The man in the black robe did not speak, but his pupils were bottomless, making it difficult to understand what he was thinking.
Just when the man in black thought he wouldn't speak again, the man's cold voice suddenly came from the front.
"The people who assassinated her were Mr. Wen and members of the Yan family?" I don't know if it's a question or something else. It makes people feel a little trembled when they hear it.
The man in black lowered his head and said respectfully, "Yes."
"It seems that he really feels that he has lived too long and is tired of living." The man's voice was very cold, without any emotion.
The man in black raised his eyes slightly, his eyes full of piety: "Master, I will send someone to get rid of them right now."
"If you cut the grass without removing the root, it will grow again with the spring breeze." The man in the ink robe slightly curled his lips, and his sexy thin lips exuded a cold sheen without a trace of warmth.
The man in black was slightly stunned, then he clasped his fists and nodded, "I understand."
The breeze blew by, bringing a bit of coolness, but it was no match for the coldness of the breath on the man's body.
…
I wonder if Mousse helped her, or if his attitude towards her was no longer as cold as before.
Mu Ziyi always felt that the way the man next to her looked at her had changed.
Looking at the searching look in the woman's eyes, Mousse raised the corners of her lips and said coldly: "Why are you staring at me? Could it be that you like me?"
Mu Ziyi: "..."
How can it be!
This guy is really narcissistic.
Mu Ziyi shrugged: "I don't know how people who are hundreds of years old are still so narcissistic."
"How many years old?" A strange color flashed across Mousse's eyes, and then she murmured in a low voice: "Actually..."
The woman looked at him in confusion: "What actually?"
Mousse narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at the woman in front of him for a few times, and then slowly said: "Actually, I am really older than you."
However, the older ones are not hundreds of years old.
Mu Ziyi didn't hear what he said, so she couldn't help but shrugged and said, "There's nothing surprising."
People in this world, as long as they are strong, can live a long life.
If a young man walked up to her and told her that he was a thousand years old, she would not be surprised at all.
She has a birthstone that can tell how old other people are, but she never uses it.
It is rude to others to use this thing without their permission.
But she didn't really care about this.
"No matter how old you are, we are all friends." There is no age difference between friends.
It was precisely because of this thought that she missed an important message.
However, she still didn't know it at the moment.
Mousse ignored her, but walked forward alone, with a hint of darkness in his eyes, friend?
Deep down in his heart, he didn't just treat her as a friend.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Mu Ziyi didn't notice anything strange and just followed him quietly.
Looking up at the bright sky, the woman sighed softly in her heart.
I hope everything goes well for Yun Zhongge, so that she can feel at ease.
Wait for her, she will come back as soon as possible...