"I asked your third and fourth uncles to join forces to attack you. Are you afraid that you won't be able to kill a remnant from the side sect?"
Duan Zuoquan clenched his fist excitedly and said: "It's easy."
Yu Xian asked for credit: "I have worked so hard for you, and I have been so worried that I can't sleep at night. How are you going to repay me?"
Duan Zuoquan expressed his true feelings: "How about I repay you with my whole life?"
"Oh, you're glib." Yu Xian pretended to be dissatisfied and said, "It's time for you to leave. Don't get in my way."
Duan Zuoquan said with reluctance, "Then I'll come over tonight."
After a pause, he warned seriously: "Acting is acting, don't let people named Ye take advantage."
Yu Xian smiled crazily and said, "Yo yo yo, it tastes so sour."
Duan Zuoquan leaned forward, leaned close to the woman's delicate earlobe and said graciously: "If you don't behave, I won't be able to get out of bed tonight."
Yu Xian's eyes were as charming as silk, her chest was rising and falling as she said, "Come on, let's see who is more powerful."
"Keke, don't last twenty minutes again."
...
Daomen, top floor.
In the drizzle, Mo Zheng stood on the rooftop smoking expressionlessly.
Yes, he learned to smoke and fell in love with the slight numbness that cigarettes brought to him.
Maybe it's not as intense as being drunk, but the "shuddering" feeling that takes one breath into the lungs really makes people feel ecstatic.
From trying a few sticks a day, to one pack every two days, and now to two packs a day.
Mo Zheng turned himself into a long-time smoker in just a few months, puffing away smoke and becoming extremely familiar with it.
"Xiao Nian, is there no news from Uncle Second Master?" He finished smoking one and immediately added another: "It's been almost half a month, it shouldn't be."
"It's just a dead cripple. It's not that difficult to deal with, right?"
The thin young man named Xiaonian bowed and replied: "The disciples we sent have not returned yet. I have contacted them and have found nothing unusual so far."
Mo Zheng asked again: "Where is Kunlun?"
Xiaonian said seriously: "Except for the farce in Yanran Entertainment City, everything is as usual."
Mo Zheng raised his eyebrows and said nothing.
Xiaonian opened the black umbrella in his hand, walked behind Mo Zheng, and shielded him from the rain: "Senior Brother Mo, the matter you asked me to investigate has some clues."
"Well, on the night when Jiamu died, an inner disciple from the headquarters did disappear for no reason."
"The business moved to the eighth floor of the force, and the personal information belonging to him was mysteriously lost."
"I asked Commander Lu, he said that there has never been such a person among the inner disciples."
Mo Zheng's calm breathing became heavy, he looked up at the sky and said, "What then?"
Xiao Nian observed his words and said uneasily: "I spent some money and found a disciple who has a good relationship with Shang Qian."
"The other party told me that Shang Qian was secretly interviewed by the third elder before he disappeared."
The cigarette in Mo Zheng's hand fell to the ground and was extinguished instantly.
He waved his hand, signaling Xiaonian to leave.
Until he was the only one left on the rooftop, he squatted on the ground and choked with sobs: "Master, why are you doing this?"
"If my disciple goes down the mountain according to your wishes and competes for luck for the Taoist sect, does that mean he loses the qualification for love between a man and a woman?"
"Yes, my disciple was hesitant and let you down. But Jiamu is innocent, why did he die?"
He covered his face and cried bitterly. He could no longer tell whether it was rain or tears.
The silver bracelet on his wrist was dull and dull, as if Mo Zheng was in despair at the moment when he felt that death was more important than sorrow.
