"I know, I all know, Shishi is doing it for her father's good, but her father is too stubborn. I just feel sorry for your mother." Mu Yun said, reaching out and wiping the corners of his eyes.

"Your mother had a hard life. Before she died, she told me that I must protect you..."

Mu Shishi felt unhappy, and there was a sour feeling at the tip of her nose: "Daddy, Shishi will be fine. Don't worry, daddy, Shishi will definitely catch up with daddy after finishing the things here."

With a sad look on his face, Mu Yun waved his hand: "You go out first and let dad take you alone for a while."

Mu Shishi lowered her eyes and walked out of the house, looking back three times. No matter what, as long as he was willing to leave, Qianli would find out about this place, and the person whom Dad should not see the most is Qianli.

In everything, she will make up for this father who loves his daughter so much and will make him happy for the rest of his life.

Mu Shishi walked to the backyard alone, and a cold wind blew. For the first time, she did not feel too cold. Maybe the things hidden in her heart were more cruel than the cold wind.

There are mostly dead trees in the backyard, and there are no flowers or plants in the yard. There are only a few peach trees in bloom, standing monotonously aside.

She walked into the peach tree, stretched out her hand and broke a peach blossom. It bloomed in the wind in winter, and the plum blossoms were cold-resistant and aloof.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the peach blossoms in full bloom in her hands fell down. The fragrance of peach blossoms in the air was mixed with a faint fragrance.

Mu Shishi's eyes were wary, she remembered this smell.

The red figure came walking on the petals on the ground. The petals of several peach trees around it slowly rose, forming a huge flower in the air.

"It turns out that the young master of the demon tribe still has such leisurely and elegant temperament." Mu Shishi raised the corners of her lips and snorted coldly.

The petals of Mo Qianye's red clothes fluttered and fell on the red clothes, adding a demonic aura to him.

"You should be the one who has the leisure and elegance." The cold voice was louder than the cold wind.

"No matter how leisurely and elegant you are, you can't be elegant when you see bad things. Look at this flower..." Mu Shishi left the peach branch left in her hand on the ground.

Bad things? The corners of Mo Qianye's cold mouth seemed to slightly raise.

Mu Shishi's eyes were a little strange, and seeing him silent, she added: "What's the point of the Demon Clan's young master coming here today? Oh, no, maybe I should call you my second brother-in-law."

Son-in-law?

Mo Qianye frowned slightly, not liking this title.

"Why, is my sister okay now?" His expression fell into Mu Shishi's eyes, and she asked with a slight smile.

"You still have time to care about others, so it would be better to sweep the snow in front of your door." Mo Qianye's expression returned to cold.

"What do you mean by that?"

"You should know that Qianli, the owner of the Wutong Pavilion, has come to the Imperial Capital."

Mu Shishi paused in her heart, her expression unchanged: "So what if I know."

"Where's that painting?" Mo Qianye said in his usual calm and cold tone.

Painting? He actually knew that she had stolen the painting. A trace of murderous intent flashed in her eyes. The man named Qianli was the Zuo Guardian of the Demon Clan and a member of the Demon Clan... Then could Qianli have also been killed?

knew?

"You can't kill me." It was as if he knew what Mu Shishi was thinking.

"The scroll is burned." Mu Shishi replied simply.

"It's burned." Mo Qianye's cold eyes moved: "I'll ask you again, where is the painting?"

"I told you to burn it, um, but there's still half left. If you want, I'll give it to you." Burned, it was indeed burned. The last time Mu Yun burned it, not much was left of the scroll.

Even if he gave it to him, the parts of his face couldn't be seen clearly, so there was no use keeping it!

"Is it really burned?" He asked this question for the first time, with disbelief in his cold eyes.

Mu Shishi sneered. As soon as the magic ring in her hand moved, a dark scroll fell into her hand: "They say burn it. If you don't believe it, here, go ahead and do it yourself."

After saying that, she handed the scroll back to him.

Mo Qianye raised his hand to catch it. A scroll was full of burn marks. He opened the scroll. At this time, the scroll was burnt and blurred, and the face could no longer be seen clearly.

This scroll was indeed made by Qianli Cha’s hand. This woman is really brave. If Qianli Cha’s scroll was burned like this, it would definitely kill her!

"I didn't lie to you," Mu Shishi said.

"How brave." Mo Qianye put the scroll away and said coldly.

Mu Shishi didn't take it seriously and asked: "I heard that Qianli was the Zuo protector of the demon clan two hundred years ago and suddenly disappeared. I first printed such a treasured scroll. Could it be that what is on this scroll is true love?"

Now maybe Mo Qianye knows the origin of the matter, and she might be able to find out something.

"If you shouldn't ask, it's better to ask less, so that your life will last longer." How could Mo Qianye not know her little thoughts?

"Since you said so, I want to inquire even more. I burned this scroll. I have to know how serious the matter is." After making up her mind, Mu Shishi put away her vigilance and walked a few steps towards him.

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There was a slight fluctuation in Mo Qianye's eyes. Now that the scroll has been destroyed, no one can predict what will happen to Qianli.

"It's best not to reveal the truth about the scroll. If you deny it, you will be in trouble." Mo Qianye said coldly, turned and left.

Don't give away the truth? So Na Qianli didn't know the whereabouts of the scroll, so he interrupted and concealed it?

Thinking of this, Mu Shishi shouted towards the red figure: "Thank you, second brother-in-law, remember to take good care of my second sister."

Da Hong's body paused, and he glanced back... No, it should have been a glare. He glared at Mu Shishi, turned around again, and Da Hong's figure disappeared into the cold courtyard.

When the figure disappeared, Mu Shishi's raised mouth had a gloomy look on her face. It seemed that Qianli cherishing that picture was more important than she imagined.

Don't show your flaws, otherwise you will suffer disaster...

Which dangerous and powerful man thousands of miles away wants to destroy them, it is undoubtedly a matter of one finger.

"Miss, miss, why did you come to the backyard?" Yingluo ran over from a distance.

"What's wrong?" Mu Shishi frowned and asked when she saw her running in a hurry.

"The master is packing his luggage. He asked me to call the lady back. He said he had something more to give to the lady."

"Let's go back." Mu Yun was packing his luggage. He didn't know if he was overthinking it. He was out of anger or...

Walking all the way back to the front yard, Mu Shishi opened the door and went in, and she saw Mu Yun packing her luggage.

"Dad, just let the servants take care of these things," Mu Shishi said.

Mu Yun folded the two robes before standing up. He kept staring at Mu Shishi, with various expressions flashing across his face.

"Dad?" Mu Shishi subconsciously touched her cheek as she was stared at like this.

Mu Yun stared at it for a while longer, sighed, turned around and took out a pale book from the folded clothes. He stared at the book like a treasure and stroked it over and over again.

Ticket, ticket, ticket...ahem...monthly ticket...
Chapter completed!