Before Fang Ziyin could finish her words, the middle-aged woman had already spoken again and refused directly. There was an unknown feeling of vicissitudes of life on her face, and there was a clear straight scar on the upper left corner of her forehead, about the size of her thumb.

length.

The woman only glanced at Fang Ziyin, then moved away, bowed her head slightly, and after speaking, she wanted to close the door to reject guests.

"etc!"

"Bang——"

Fang Ziyin's anxious and impatient call was mixed with the sound of the middle-aged woman's decisive closing of the door. After Fang Ziyin recovered from her shock, the expression on her face gradually relaxed.

"The less she wants to say, the more it turns out that she may know more. But, how can I make her willing to speak..."

With her eyebrows trembling slightly, Fang Ziyin stroked the hair on her chest with both hands, her head slightly lowered, as if she was lost in thought. After a moment, she raised her head again, but she did not continue to step forward immediately, nor did she just stop.

Waiting where he was, he chose to turn around and walk away slowly.

Just after Fang Ziyin left the fenced courtyard of the farmhouse, about ten minutes later, two familiar men appeared along the path in front of the house. And these two people were carrying large bags in their hands.

The contents of the small bag turned out to be Mo Qingfeng and the thin man!

"Oh! It's finally here."

Putting down the heavy packages and bags in his hands, the thin middle-aged man seemed to be finally released. Still breathing slightly, he stretched and shouted loudly.

Mo Qingfeng on the side also put down the package in his hand. His eyes fell on the man beside him. He glanced at him speechlessly, then moved his eyes away, raised his head, and took in the surrounding farmhouse environment.

Mo Qingfeng raised her handsome eyebrows slightly, and her heart gradually brightened. If you guessed correctly, this is probably where this person lives, right?

"Come on, it's the last short distance, just help me carry it to the gate of the courtyard house."

Seeing that he was home soon, the thin man looked at the old watch on his wrist, and immediately felt a sense of relief in his heart. Then he raised his head and looked sideways at Mo Qingfeng, with the same slightly urging tone.

With the attitude and idea of ​​"sending Buddha to the West", Mo Qingfeng finally said nothing more. He withdrew his eyes from the surrounding environment, and then stared at the door of the tiled house, feeling a little cautious in his heart.

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"Bang bang bang——"

"Honey, is your wife at home? Open the door. I'm back!"

A slightly hasty knock on the door, mixed with a rough shout from a thin man, suddenly broke the silence in the courtyard.

After waiting for several minutes, the door that had been closed was finally slowly opened. As the door creaked, the woman who had just dealt with Fang Ziyin also appeared in front of her.

In front of Mo Qingfeng.

The middle-aged woman is the woman named Liu Sirui.

And this woman was actually an old friend who went to the same university as Shen Ruxin. She was also involved in or heard about the grudges that happened between the Mo family, Nalan Group and Feisi Enterprises.

"Why did it happen so quickly today..."

Liu Sirui looked away from the bags of packages in front of the door, but just when she was about to ask the slender man something, she finally caught sight of Mo Qingfeng from the corner of her eye. And when Liu Sirui's eyes stayed on Mo Qingfeng Junyi

When she looked at her face, her expression turned to look a little pondering in confusion.

Perhaps because of the relationship between mother and son, Mo Qingfeng and Shen Ruxin are still somewhat similar in appearance and demeanor. Although many years have passed, the knot in Liu Sirui's heart has obviously been lingering in the depths of her mind. It's unforgettable.

"Who is this young man?"

"Oh, I met him in the town. He saw that I couldn't carry so many things by myself, so he showed his kindness and gave me a lift."

Liu Sirui stared at Mo Qingfeng and asked tentatively. The thin man on the side immediately explained to him. In the end, he did not forget to nudge Mo Qingfeng with his body and looked at the latter with a stern look.

Mo Qingfeng gave the thin man a cold look and didn't say much. He simply smiled at Liu Sirui out of politeness and nodded lightly. However, in his heart, he was extremely unhappy with the thin man.

"In that case, thank you very much, young man. Come on, come in, sit for a while, and take a rest."

Mo Qingfeng was in a bit of a hurry when she went out today, but she was dressed quite casually. Looking straight ahead, she couldn't see the appearance of a boy from a wealthy family. However, the woman's sensitive intuition told her that the man in front of her did not seem to belong to this wealthy family. People from Ping Town.

When Mo Qingfeng heard this, she was not too polite. She simply hesitated and thought for a moment, then agreed with a smile, and then walked slowly into the house.

"Come, drink some water."

Liu Sirui brought a cup of warm boiled water to Mo Qingfeng, who was sitting casually on a wooden chair, looking around the room. When he saw Mo Qingfeng holding up the cup and drinking it, Liu Sirui He quickly pulled his husband, the thin man, to his side and asked in a low voice, confused.

"What did you just say, he drove you back? What happened?"

Faced with the way his wife suddenly looked at him seriously, the thin man didn't react for a moment. However, he obviously didn't want to hide or lie, and just told the whole story of what happened before. out.

The moment Liu Sirui finished listening, her expression began to turn solemn, even with a trace of hesitation. She briefly recalled the appearance of the purple-clothed girl just now, then turned around and took a peek at Mo Mo, who was holding a glass of water. Qingfeng, Liu Sirui seemed to have finally thought of something, and turned around and walked quickly towards Mo Qingfeng in front of her husband.

"Okay, you should have finished drinking the water, right? You can leave now. My husband and I still have something to talk about, so I won't send you away."

The slightly cold and vaguely targeted words came out of Liu Sirui's mouth, which made Mo Qingfeng, who was quietly drinking water, startled. He raised his head and looked at Liu Sirui with a blank expression, still a little bit unrecovered.

"Do you need me to repeat that?"

Mo Qingfeng's handsome eyebrows slightly raised, and after a moment, he finally saw that the other party's tone clearly contained an order to expel guests. Therefore, although his face was full of confusion, he had no intention of saying or asking anything, and he stood up directly. , with the same expression on his face, he turned around and walked out of the room resolutely.

"Hey, young man..."

"Shut up!"

Just when the thin man saw that Mo Qingfeng had suddenly left like this, Liu Sirui stood up with a stern look on his face, blocked his sight, and called out to him with a stern tone.

"What are you doing? You've eaten gunpowder today, what are you doing? I..."

The thin man stared at his wife and finally saw that her attitude was wrong, so he began to feel a little angry. However, halfway through his words of reproach, his voice gradually weakened and finally stopped.

Because, from the corner of his eye, he saw Mo Qingfeng, who had just walked out by the door, turning back again at this moment.

"Um?"

Liu Sirui, who was aware of this, slightly dimmed the anger on his face. He turned around and looked at the handsome young man standing at the edge of the door. For a moment, he saw the shadow of his old friend in the latter again.

"Didn't I already tell you to leave?!"

Liu Sirui's eyes were a little dodged, and he looked elsewhere uncertainly, then raised his eyebrows and asked Mo Qingfeng.

"If your husband fulfills the agreement we just made, I will disappear immediately."

Although Mo Qingfeng didn't know why the other party suddenly changed his attitude towards her, he was obviously not one to give in or give in. After briefly glancing at Liu Sirui, he looked at the thin man behind her.

, the words are mixed with determination.

"Agreement? What agreement."

A flash of surprise flashed between his eyebrows, and Liu Sirui couldn't help turning around suddenly, staring at her husband with her head tilted, and asked the same question.

The thin man's eyes wandered back and forth between Mo Qingfeng and Liu Sirui. He was obviously helpless, but he suppressed the embarrassment on his face and remained silent.

Xiangxiu Valley, in the clan garden, the central altar of Siyi Hall.

Layers of halo ripples, like ripples on the water, gradually spread out, originating from the center of the altar, in the palm of the woman in the white dress. The woman's right hand is holding the Xuanwu Cangxuan Mirror, delicate and pretty

Although his face reflects the mottled energy circle, it looks unusually plain.

"That mark is not..."

At the deepest point of the image depicted on the Cangxun mirror, a black figure was gradually exposed between the stairs of the secret passage of the Cangzhen Pavilion. When the field of view was drawn in, although the figure was covered with a veil, through the focusing method of the mysterious mirror

, but you can find a tattoo engraved with a unicorn pattern on his arm.

"He is from Siam City, a member of the Nangong clan."

Just when Murong Yan stared at the mark on the man's arm, and seemed a little stunned and speechless for a moment, Murong Can took over his words and spoke slowly and solemnly beside him.

, but the tone seemed particularly low and depressing.

"How is it possible... how did the Nangong clan enter the Dexiangxiu Valley? And none of you noticed it?"

After Murong Can's words fell, the faces of the surrounding clan members who were present also gradually became serious. Especially the patriarch Murong Yuan, who was sitting upright on the altar, and his robes suddenly billowed like the wind, making a hunting sound.

This shows how turbulent his inner emotions are at this moment.

"Clan leader, please don't get angry. Everything is still based on what you see with your own eyes, and you can't be sure without personal confirmation. Whether the black shadow in the mirror is from the Nangong clan has yet to be determined."

When Murong Yuan stood up from the table and glared at his descendants in the audience, Murong Mian, who had always been sitting lazily and casually by the lintel under the eaves of the hall, suddenly spoke at this moment, looking towards the former, with a calm tone.
Chapter completed!