Chapter 120 Hei Yeuchi’s Confession (2)

Su Rao was so alert, but she never noticed that this person was approaching her.

Until her whole body was wrapped in the strong smell of blood.

The condensation aura that was as cold as an ice cave lingered within three feet around her.

Su Rao's eyes suddenly changed, but he didn't make any reaction. He whispered coldly in his ear: "Su Rao, maybe you shouldn't hold up that oil-paper umbrella for Han Mo Chen, then you wouldn't be Han Mo Chen."

It is a special case. I will not come to see you again in the future, otherwise I may choose to kill you and let you break into my world like this."

The window lattice shook, and the person disappeared. The strong smell of blood surrounding Su Rao also disappeared, as did the cold breath.

Qin Niang and the others saw the figure disappearing around the corner and walked in immediately.

"Siam Chi Shao, this is your purpose..."

Grumbling, Su Rao's pair of peach blossom eyes are filled with peach color, sparkling and burning.

Han Mochen disappeared, Siam Chi Shao appeared...

Even if she was suspected, she couldn't be sure, was this the purpose?

It's a pity that she had already confirmed it and witnessed it with her own eyes.

Han Mochen, who left, stayed in the alley where he and Su Rao first met.

He stood quietly, staring at the spot in front of him where Su Rao had stood.

In this night, it seems that he can only be described as "cold and silent".

Cold and lonely.

After a breath, he looked up at the black night sky.

There is only a lone moon, but it is still hidden in the dense black clouds, unable to shine its own light, let alone a star to accompany it.

Han Mochen still watched so silently, his eyes staring straight at the dim moon in the black clouds, as if trying to penetrate the clouds.

Through the clouds, you can see the bright moonlight of this lonely moon.

Until a black shadow jumped over the wall.

The feeling of coldness and loneliness in Han Mochen disappeared, and he returned to the feeling of a cold ice cave, bloodthirsty, murderous, and cold-blooded.

"My lord, it has been taken care of."

Xiao Ziyu was very respectful, and his voice still had that sense of caution, as if he had always been like this when facing such a master.

Han Mochen left.

Nothing was said.

Even though he has such subordinates around him, he always feels like he lives alone.

"My lord, to Miss Su..."

Another figure appeared, walked over, and looked in the direction Han Mochen left.

There is also a kind of coldness exuding all over the body, but it is the kind of coldness that does not feel cold.

Xiao Ziyu also looked over.

"The Lord's several contacts with Miss Su actually led those people to focus on Miss Su..."

"So the Lord wants to keep Su Rao away and doesn't want to involve her with his own affairs."

The figure took over Xiao Ziyu's words and turned to look at Xiao Ziyu. There was also a silver-black mask on his face, completely covering his face.

"The Lord has changed and seems to have some 'humanity'."

"That's a good thing."

Opening the folding fan and gently shaking it, Xiao Ziyu found that the folding fan in Xiao Ziyu's hand was outlined in blood, which was the blood of those who deserved or did not deserve to die.

"Let's go! Xiao, we probably won't have the chance to come to Dongxing Street from now on."

Taking the first step, Xiao Ziyu also left.

Another Xiaoyao protector, Fa'xiao, glanced at the general's palace, jumped up and left.

"Hopefully it will be a good thing!"

The alley was quiet, leaving only the biting cold wind blowing in the winter night. With the appearance of dusk, the biting wind gradually slowed down.

The sky is foggy, the sun has not yet risen, and it is just dawn.

The streets of Langjing are already filled with pedestrians, carrying burdens and setting up stalls.

In the alley of the back street outside the embassy, ​​a figure jumped into the embassy.

Go to Shaoxing Palace.

"Your Majesty, when night fell last night, a group of unknown people blocked and killed Young Master Xiao. Not even one of them survived, and they all died tragically."

With these words, Mo Ying thought of the scene he saw in the forest outside the city, the red figure, with broken limbs and arms at his feet...

There is a lingering feeling of fear in my heart.

"Your Majesty, the people in Xiaoyao Tower are all a group of murderous desperadoes. What's more, the owner of Xiaoyao Tower, Xiao Ziyu, seems to be unruly and unruly, but in fact, his methods are cruel and he is even more bloodthirsty. Isn't it too risky for us to find him? Well, if he..."

"To be able to make that person so fearful that he would chase him to death even though he was thousands of miles away, isn't Xiao Ziyu a kind person? Such a person..."

Prince Yi held a letter in his hand. When he said the next sentence, he suddenly kneaded the letter and his whole body showed that deep feeling again.

"Seeking the skin of a tiger is a conspiracy, and seeking the skin of a wolf is also a conspiracy. Compared with that evil and sinister tiger, I am more willing to negotiate a deal with his wild and untamed wolf..."

The letter in my hand was crumpled and wrinkled, and I could only vaguely make out one word...

'guard'.

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Inside the Qingfeng residence, in the same dark room, there is also the same dark tablet, and the moonlight figure opens the door of the dark room and walks in.

He was coughing and wheezing slightly, and his face was very pale.

He seemed to be ill again.

The pair of white jade fingers held a white jade hairpin with finely carved flowers.

He came over and knelt down on the futon. His body was thin, but it did not lose any of his elegance.

In the dark room, the palace lanterns and glazed lamps made the countless tablets on the confession table in front of them stand out. There were no names or posthumous names engraved on the dark spiritual tablets, and the names of the deceased were unknown.

"If I continue to kneel down and toss like this, ten of you and Master Huishan will not be able to win back a single heir apparent."

After a moment, with such a sigh, Mr. Zhu also walked in from the secret passage.

Holding a bowl of soup.

"It's causing trouble for Mr. Zhu."

The hosta was placed in his robe, and Yunji stood up and took the medicine bowl accurately.

After taking the medicine, I continued to sit on my knees again.

It was as if he had never heard what Mr. Zhu just said.

Continue to kneel so calmly and quietly.

Mr. Zhu looked at it, took a breath, and glanced at the tablets without any names on the confession. His eyes fell on a place to the left of the confession. There was a vacancy there. There was an unknown tablet that was taken down at some time. , it feels a little empty at the moment.

"The person who passed away is already a handful of loess, so why torture yourself like this? If the prince's parents knew that the prince didn't cherish his body so much, they would be afraid of not sleeping under the fountain and the dark room being cold. The prince should go out early!"

Shaking his head and sighing, Mr. Zhu took the medicine bowl and left the darkroom.

With another cough, Yunji smiled faintly, took out the white jade hairpin from Yuehua's sleeve, and murmured: "The deceased has come back to life. Yunji is so happy that he doesn't know how to bear with it anymore." I still want to stay a little longer and don't want to disappear easily."

The moonlight is warm and moist.

It seems that only this person who has been resurrected from the dead can make Yunji's distant and indifferent feeling disappear, and he is as gentle as jade, unparalleled in the world.

Rubbing the white jade hairpin, Yunji took a breath and stood up and walked to the place where the tablet was missing. He touched it accurately with his hand. He heard a click and a hidden grid appeared under this place.

The young master's folding fan and the bright red silk handkerchief were carefully placed inside.

"With hairpins and green silk hair, are you like Yun Ji..."

He murmured in a low voice and placed the white jade hairpin in his hand in a hidden compartment.

The darkroom door rang again.

Yun Ling walked in.

"Your Majesty..."

"What's the matter..."

The sudden feeling of loneliness that appeared around Yun Ji disappeared in an instant, and he was still the moonlit Prince Ji Yue, with the charm of the clear breeze and bright moon.

The hidden compartment is closed.

Yun Ling came over, holding a piece of letter paper, but it was made of bright yellow silk.

Royal secret message.
Chapter completed!