"I just hope that my brother and sister will never become enemies of the Ye family, causing me to feel ashamed of my ancestors after my death."
Ye Zhenxin walked out of the secret room in despair, as if he had aged more than ten years.
Ye Gang remained unmoved, as calm as a mountain.
...
Kyoto, Daomen headquarters.
Mo Zheng locked himself in the room for three whole days and never left.
No food, no drink, no sleep, expressionless, dull and dull.
He lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling and the chandelier with a dull expression, unwilling to look away for a long time.
Jiamu died at the hands of Kunlun disciples.
Mo Zheng couldn't figure out why the other party did this and why he wanted to involve an innocent girl.
Is it just because he is Tai Xuzi's disciple?
Is it because he will represent Taoism in the once-in-a-hundred-year fate battle?
He obviously didn't do anything.
Yes, from the beginning of the year, Mo Zheng lived a very cool life for half a year.
He has a soft-hearted and loyal character, and he doesn't want to make things difficult for others, and he doesn't want to make enemies with others. He just wants to live his own life in peace and stability. Isn't this even possible?
He asked and answered himself, talking nonsense like a madman.
Then he cried, howling heart-breakingly.
On his wrist, the silver chain given to him by Jiamu jingled slightly, and the silver light shone.
"You are forcing me, why are you forcing me?" Mo Zheng's tears blurred, but his face became ferocious.
He gently touched his left hand and touched the silver chain, feeling the girl's last warmth.
"Kunlun, huh..."
He wiped his face, hatred condensed in his eyes, and then slowly dissipated.
"Xiao Nian, give me information on what's going on in Kunlun these days." Mo Zheng opened the door, looking haggard, but unusually serious.
"I want them all."
"Lingxi, Pei Chuan, Ji Qinghe, yes, especially the Kunlun disciples in Kyoto."
...
Kyoto ghost street, antique shop.
Ding Hao smoked his cigarette in annoyance, and the smoke filled the air one after another, making Ding Changyou, who was playing Landlord, coughing constantly.
"Dad, what should we do next?" Ding Hao picked at his scalp and said irritably: "It's just the last step. That bitch died inexplicably."
"Once she dies, Mo Zheng will be completely out of luck. You said it was a big deal."
Ding Hao was itching with hatred and said: "Kunlun disciples take action, which one does Master Lingxi play?"
"Is this helping me or cheating me? Why can't I understand it?"
"Dad, my real dad, you should ask about the situation."
Ding Hao shut down the computer forcefully, dragging Ding Changyou and urging: "She was the one who showed us the way, and she was the one who ruined our hopes. There must be an explanation for this matter."
"What do you want to explain?" Ding Changyou restarted his computer, opened the window and said, "Can't you see the obvious frame-up?"
Ding Hao said blankly: "It has been confirmed by Taoist disciples, is this still false?"
"Pig brain." Ding Changyou scolded: "Tai Xuzi understood Master Lingxi's instructions and took advantage of it."
Ding Hao was stunned and said, "No way, aren't you afraid that Mo Zheng will have a grudge against the Taoist sect?"
"Crack."
Ding Changyou slapped Ding Hao on the forehead with a loud scream.
The latter held his head in grievance and shouted: "What I said is the truth."
Ding Changyou grinned and said: "I slapped you, do you hold a grudge?"
Ding Hao said shyly: "You are my father. How can father and son have any enmity?"
Ding Changyou lazily leaned on the recliner, spread his hands and said, "Isn't it settled? Mo Zheng is Taixuzi's only disciple. He is as close as father and son, and there is no grudge at all."
