C47

Four years ago, Mo Yuxu could not play the flute, but the one he practiced the most was the guqin. At that time, Mo Yuxian and Miss Zhen'er's guqin were very compatible, and ever since Miss Zhen'er died, Mo Yuxian had never played the zither again, but he had been using Miss Zhen'er's flute all day, and from the beginning to the present, he was not very familiar with it. He had to say how much he paid for it, playing it over and over again to any of the songs they had once played together.

Shadow saw everything clearly from above. He knew that Yao Sisi's appearance once again stirred up pain in the Young Lord's heart. He thought to himself, "I'm sorry Young Lord, I can't comply this time. As long as she dares to hurt you, Shadow will definitely make her pay, even if it means severe punishment in the future."

Mo Yuying caressed the flute and put it to her lips. She began to play the song that Yao Sisi had sung yesterday. The song was written just like his heart at this moment, circling above the Ice Pavilion with a sad melody.

"Yue Rushuang Ling'er, come here."

Far away to see where the people of the old country.

The night sky was filled with tiny stars.

Do not think too much about it and drink a cup of unforgettable turbid wine to soothe your feelings. "

Mo Yu repeatedly played the tune for two hours, until he no longer had the strength to play it. Looking out the window at the scenery was the same as four years ago, but the scenery was still the same, people were all different.

He thought of Zhener, and of Zhener, who had mourned and rejoiced for him. That year, if he had not been determined to do his own thing, how could he have fallen into the trap of his enemy? If he had not fallen into the trap, Zhener would not have died in order to protect him from the palm strike. But now that four years had passed, he still could not find the person who had beaten Zhener to death.

For the past few years, he had used almost all of his powers to search for that man. Rumor had it that he was already dead, that he was hiding in the forest, and that he was a court official with many wives and concubines. Regardless of whether or not this was true, he still wanted to see them alive. He wanted to see their corpses, and he would not give up until their bones had been grinded to dust. It was also because of this that he worked hard to develop his industry. His spies were everywhere, and his influence was definitely not small compared to any other country.

He had someone bring him a few jars of old adult wine, which he drank sorrowfully until the sun set. It was unknown whether it was because he had drunk too much, or because he had borne too much of a burden, making it extravagant for him to get drunk.

"When the time came, Mo Yu was ready to fall asleep as usual. She blew out the lamp and closed her eyes. Soon, the sound of breathing could be heard. Young Lord, don't worry! " A black shadow flashed past the window like a bolt of lightning. Due to its extremely fast speed, a gust of cold wind hit the window, causing a slight rustling sound.

"Shadow, you've gone against my intentions in the end. Why must you suffer?" The person on the bed sat up abruptly and smiled bitterly. He turned around and got up. As he got up, he had already put on his clothes. He opened the door and disappeared into the night.

The moon hung high in the sky, and the night wind blew brightly. However, the bright moonlight illuminated the sorrow in his heart.

Feng Qing walked with the Sun and Moon Dream to open up the primal chaos.

Remembering the beauty of time like flowers.

The gentle burial of the new year was accompanied by the clear splendor of the new year.

Loneliness comes to mind. Where is the good man? Where is the dream?

During this full moon night, she thought of her friends from far away, as well as those high technology products that she deeply missed. She wondered if she had not logged in the QQ for a long time, if Tencent would confiscate it, if she had not played the monster leveling game for a long time, if she had been dragged into staying in the Novice Village.

A cold light flashed through the mirror. Yao Sisi dodged the sword quickly, just in time to see who it was. Once again, it was just like the novel had said: most of the killers in black who came late at night and wanted their lives. The eyes on the mask were cold and emotionless, and their entire body was filled with a cold and intense murderous aura. At this moment, Yao Sisi was neither panicking nor panicking. She quickly ran her brain. This person's skill must be extraordinary. She reckoned that her current hand was far from being her opponent. The only thing she could do now was to stall for time.

She slowly stepped back and said with a smile, "Black Hero, why did you kill me?"

The black clothed man was his shadow, and his shadow was closing in on her step by step. However, he suddenly really wanted to see how calm Yao Sisi was. He coldly spat out two words, "You deserve to die!"

This voice was very familiar, as if she had heard it before. She was sure that she had seen this person before, but she hadn't been here for long. There were very few that had such profound martial arts. Such cold blood was like ice. Yao Sisi suddenly thought of something and looked at Shadow in shock. "If I didn't hear wrongly, you should be the young master of the Ice Pavilion, a secret guard …" Shadow. I have no enmity with you, but you want to kill me? Could it be that just because I took away a thousand kilograms of ice cubes, my life is not worth two hundred silvers? "

Ying didn't expect Yao Sisi to be able to tell who he was based on her voice. This made him very surprised, and made him even more certain that she had other intentions, so Ying was even more certain that he wanted to kill her. He reached out to untie the mask, revealing a dark face with features like a knife carving as he sneered, "It's weird if you want to blame something, you look like you have to die."

When Yao Sisi heard that, her blood started to boil. She raised her voice and said, "Huh?" Are you crazy? I'm born and bred like this, and I can't choose, plus with my small face that's like a flower and jade bag, many people can't even beg for it. Which part of it has provoked you? "Let's go, I don't have time to entertain you."

Shadowgale went berserk and raised his sword a second time. "Die!"

"Oh my god! "Murder!" Yao Sisi instinctively covered her head with her hands and curled into a ball.

Clang! The sound of weapons hitting the ground did not cause Yao Sisi to feel the expected pain. She secretly lifted her head to look: Mo Yuguo was still wearing the same purple clothes, and his whole body was still exuding the same indifferent aura. The silver ribbon on his head moved without any wind, giving him the aura of a banished immortal. He stood with his hands behind his back, suppressing his anger as he said, "Ying, you're getting more and more serious. If there's a next time, you can leave!"

The shadow's acupoints were sealed, but it still shouted with all its might, "Young Lord!"

"Shut up, don't make me say it a second time." Shadow glared unhappily at Yao Sisi a few times, then fell silent.

"Miss Yao, are you alright?"

Yao Sisi felt her limbs go weak. She struggled to stand up, then patted her chest and took a deep breath. "Do I look alright?" Don't think that just because you're the wealthiest you can let your subordinates go on a rampage with the sword. I almost died at the hands of this lunatic. "

"You …" Shadow still wanted to say more, but he met Mo Yu's warning eyes and endured it. Mo Yuxian asked without any anger or joy, "What does the lady want?"

From the looks of it, he was pretty good at martial arts. It would be a pity to kill him to vent his anger, but let him be my guard for three months. If he dares to do anything bad to me, I'll ask you, as the Young Master, to commit suicide in public, what do you think? "

The silhouette struggled and objected with all his might. It was almost as if he was shouting, "Young Master, don't agree to her request."

"I promise you." Mo Yuying glanced at Yao Sisi and could not help but be affected by her joyful mood. Her lips unconsciously curled up into a faint smile. This smile was comparable to the essence of the sun and moon, making people unable to look away.

"Waa, you just smiled. Your smile is so beautiful, but I don't understand. Why do you, a grand character, like to keep a straight face all day?"