In fact, Mu Mu didn't do anything. He just participated in the training as usual and was the first to go back among so many people.
Jiuer and the others were not too late, and their Qinggong skills were as good as those of Zhan Luo Ri. Although they were delayed for so long in the middle of the journey, they basically flew by using Qinggong for the rest of the journey.
All in all, the results are pretty good.
Little Yingtao and Xing Zizhou were a little slower. Xing Zizhou was waiting for Little Yingtao, although people said there was no need for it.
The day's training camp ends in the evening.
At nightfall, Jiu'er wandered around the courtyard of Mingyue Garden for a long time, and finally couldn't help it, and lightly climbed up the eaves.
... Mu Mu chased the black shadow out, and it was only when he reached the back mountain that the people in front stopped.
He didn't walk fast and had no intention of catching up with her. When she stopped, Mu Mu also stopped and stopped behind her.
Feng Jiu'er stood in front of him, suddenly turned around, with a flash of silver light, the short knife cut through the evening wind and pierced his face.
Mu Mu didn't dodge. I don't know if he expected that she wouldn't dare to hurt him, or if he didn't care even if she wanted to hurt him?
Not only did he not avoid it, he didn't even blink.
The wind from the knife was sharp, the cold air hit my face, and even my cheeks started to hurt.
But he still didn't want to dodge, the sword wind really fell on his face.
Jiu'er turned her wrist, and the slight sound hurt her heart. The red blood in his ears also hurt her eyes.
"Who are you? What is your purpose in coming to the Imperial City? To assassinate Uncle Nine Emperors?"
This was not the first time that she heard him mention the Nine Emperors to others. Was he also involved in the assassination of the Nine Emperors by the Yanhe people?
She believed in him so much that even though she knew he had another identity, she still didn't believe that he was really a bad person.
Now, Uncle Nine Emperors has a heavy responsibility and must go out to fight against foreign enemies at any time. If he is really from Beimu Kingdom, he should not lay a finger on Uncle Nine Emperors.
Anyone with any patriotism should not take advantage of Uncle Nine Emperors at this time.
Could it be that for the sake of profit, he doesn't even care about the safety of the country?
Or is he not from Beimu Country at all?
Mu Mu's eyes were locked on her face, and blood seeped out slightly from her ears, gradually condensing into blood beads and dripping slowly.
But he didn't care at all. In his eyes, she seemed to be the only one there from beginning to end.
"Who am I? Is it so important? Will my identity affect our interactions?"
"If you want to hurt Uncle Nine Emperors, you are my enemy!" Although his silver hair always stung her eyes easily, she could no longer trust a person who deliberately wanted to harm Uncle Nine Emperors!
"For you, only the Ninth Prince is worthy of your attention?" Although Mu Mu's words were very low, he didn't seem to mean much blame.
Have you accepted it, or are you simply desperate?
Jiu'er clenched the dagger in her hand, her knuckles glowing silently pale under the light of the moonlight.
"Uncle Nine Emperors is a hero of the country and has a heavy responsibility. At this time, no matter who wants to harm him, he is the enemy of everyone in Beimu Country."
"Are you so sure that you are from Beimu Country?" Mu Mu took a step forward.
Feng Jiuer subconsciously took two steps back and tightened her fingers on the short knife: "What do you mean?"
Why did this look suddenly make her so uneasy?
Mu Mu did not answer this question, as if he did not mention what he just said.
He just stared at her face. This beautiful and white face under the moonlight could easily tempt the man.
But the way he stared at her face seemed to have no soul. Perhaps at this moment, he had forgotten what a soul was.
"Is it really for Beimu Country, or do you just don't want to see the Ninth Prince suffer any harm?"
Jiu'er didn't answer this question. She didn't feel the need to answer.
Mu Mu took another step forward, and all his eyes converged into a stream of heat. It was obviously hot, but when it fell on her, it suddenly became so cold.
"If one day, I go to war with the Ninth Prince..."
"You don't need to ask me this question. I must be a member of the Nine Emperors Uncle. If you go against the Nine Emperors Uncle, you are my enemy."
Mu Mu stopped, his heart feeling chilled by the evening breeze.
Why ask again when he already knows the answer? He doesn't even know the answer himself, so why ask again?
Maybe it's because the pain in his heart is not deep enough, and he still wants to stab the knife at the tip of his heart deeper. This will make him give up, right?
If the heart is completely hurt and destroyed, and there is no heart, there will be no pain.
"In that case, what do you want to do now? How do you want to deal with me?" He did not continue to approach, and his eyes became calm.
No longer hot, nor cold, just as light as the wind blowing past the two of them at this moment.
Feng Jiuer had no way to answer this question.
Before today, they were still friends, very, very good friends.
Mu Mu even had a life-saving grace for her, and he got his white hair because of saving her.
Feng Jiuer is a person who repays kindness, but if Mu Mu wants to hurt Uncle Nine Emperors, how can she stand by and watch?
The wind blew silently.
Both of them obviously had a lot to say, but in the end, it seemed that they could no longer find a single word to say.
I don't know how long it took before Feng Jiuer took a deep breath and said calmly: "I will definitely repay what I owe you one day, but I will never allow you to do anything to hurt Uncle Nine Emperors."
"Even if I die, I will protect Uncle Nine Emperors!"
She turned around and left. Behind her, Mu Mu's deep voice came: "Do you really like him so much?"
She paused slightly and clenched her palms again: "I want to protect Uncle Nine Emperors. It has nothing to do with whether I like him or not."
"At this point, you still want to lie to yourself?"
"I don't know what you are talking about. In short, I will definitely keep an eye on you and never allow you to do anything that harms the people of Beimu Country."
She left, and no one behind her came after her.
After walking quickly for a while, Feng Jiuer stopped, feeling very complicated.
He didn't refute, didn't explain, and didn't even say a word of denial, because he couldn't deny it at all. He had already admitted that he wanted to deal with Uncle Nine Emperors, right?
Why does Mu Mu want to be the enemy of Uncle Nine Emperors? If he is such an outstanding person, he will definitely achieve great success in the future if he can serve the Northern Mu Kingdom.
But why is this the result?
Behind him, footsteps suddenly came again. Jiuer did not look back, with a complicated mood: "If you explain, I... can try to believe it."
