Quickly wear white moonlight, she took the villain script

Chapter 601 Little Junior Sister, She Just Wants to Eliminate Demons 21
Feng Jun bit someone as he wished, and wanted to stay in Mo Qin's room as usual, but was kicked out by Mo Qin.

In the dead of night.

Mo Qin, who was already sound asleep, was suddenly awakened by a gust of cold wind.

Mo Qin opened his eyes, and the wind gently brushed the bed curtain, coming slowly, bringing a burst of coolness.

She was startled suddenly, turned over and sat up on the bed, and saw that the window of the room was wide open, and a slightly thin boy in a moon-white robe was hanging in front of the window.

The boy's long hair was tied up high, and he wore a white mask on his face. The mask only opened at the eyes and nose.

The silence was strange, and Mo Qin didn't feel his sight.

"Oh, alertness is not bad, An Xuan has taught a good apprentice."

No one has heard him before.

The man's voice is calm and powerful, full of magnetism, which makes people's ears itchy.

A man in a blue-gray robe appeared on the window. Song Tan had one leg crossed on the window and the other hanging down, loose and casual.

Song Tan, who is in his 30s, looks like a guy in his early twenties.

He leaned slightly sideways on the window, looking at Mo Qin with great interest, as if playing tricks on the junior, this made him very happy.

Suddenly, his eyes froze, and he squinted outside the door.

Song Tan jumped into the room, and the masked boy came to his right hand in a flash.

"Uncle, I have been waiting for you in the capital for several days, I didn't expect you to have a leisurely journey..."

His smile is confusing, "He actually brought a half-demon."

When they entered the city today, Song Tan found out, but he didn't come out to fight with them immediately, but observed them from a distance.

The original owner didn't have any impression of this uncle, and the few times he met, he just glanced at him from afar.

The person in front of him was indeed Song Tan.

Mo Qin put down his sword and saluted Song Tan, "I've met Uncle Song!"

Song Tan nodded slightly, and just as Mo Qin put down his guard, the masked boy suddenly rushed over.

There was a silver light flashing on the snow-white hands of the masked boy, holding a sharp dagger, he was heading straight for Mo Qin's main artery.

Mo Qin sideways dodged the blow, and drew his sword to meet him.

The boy in the mask does not contain killing intent in his moves, but his actions are like the wind, brisk and precise.

After a few rounds, Mo Qin lost the wind, and after a few rounds, the dagger of the masked boy hit her neck.

She lost.

Song Tan moved his fingers, and the masked boy withdrew his hand immediately, and stood beside Song Tan again.

He said lightly, "The skill is not bad, but... not enough."

A child with that bloodline is simply not enough to protect himself with this skill.

Song Tan showed a smile, and said to Mo Qin:
"Little nephew, take a good rest and see you tomorrow."

Inexplicably, Mo Qin felt that this smile was a bit creepy.

This uncle is a little abnormal.

Song Tan didn't know what he came here for. After typing, he casually left a comment, turned around and left through the window.

"..."

After a fight, the whole body is sweating, can you sleep this way?

If he doesn't sleep most of the night, this Uncle Song Tan's hair volume should not be much.
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Early the next morning, Mo Qin saw Song Tan in the lobby of the inn.

He was wearing an ai-green robe, his hair was tied up high, and he had the same hairstyle as the masked boy.

Take a quick look, like brothers.

Song Tan and the masked boy sat at the table, a bowl of wonton was placed in front of Song Tan, and the masked boy didn't even have a glass of water.

Song Tan smiled and said, "Your nephew, you can order whatever you want to eat. It's a welcome gift for my uncle to invite you."

Greeting ceremony, a breakfast.

Generous.

Mo Qin casually ordered a breakfast, and his eyes fell on the masked boy.

Judging by his body shape, the boy seems to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, but his skills are not what he should have at this age.

What's more, when Mo Qin was fighting last night, he smelled a faint evil spirit from him.

Song Tan chewed a cloud and swallowed it, then said:

"His name is Zhusheng."

Song Tan didn't explain much, but Mo Qin suspected that Zhusheng was not a human being, but a puppet, and his material might be a monster.

Song Tan asked abruptly:

"What do you think about Xue Analysis?"

Song Tan came here four days ago, he found an inn to stay, and while waiting for Mo Qin and the others to come over, he wandered around the city.

Like Mo Qin, his eyes quickly fell on Xue Xi.

This young and eye-catching prime minister.

The waiter in the shop brought up the food.

Mo Qin waited for the shop waiter to walk away before asking tentatively, "Is he a demon?"

Song Tan shook his head hesitantly, "It's hard to say, maybe not."

Xue Xi didn't have the slightest demonic aura on her body.

A monster always has a demonic aura, even if it is carefully concealed, there will always be a trace of leakage in the place where he has lived for a long time, or when he uses the demonic power.

If Xue Xi was a demon, Song Tan felt that he would not be unaware.

The topic was cut off here, and the two didn't speak again.

At the same time, Feng Jun came down from upstairs, he sat next to Mo Qin, met Song Tan, Feng Jun was surprisingly calm.

"Mo Qin, who is this son?"

Feng Jun heard the movement last night, he thought it was some kind of thief, but he didn't expect to hear that Song Tan was actually Mo Qin's uncle.

How can a master uncle break into a woman's boudoir in the middle of the night?

Even the elders should avoid suspicion.

Fortunately, in the middle of the night, I heard Song Tan went to Jiang Yisheng's room, and Jiang Yisheng was beaten up.

Song Tan looked at Feng Jun a few more times, and Feng Jun looked back confidently.

Neither of them had a crush on each other.

Jiang Yisheng came down last, and Yao Yao went downstairs with him.

Yao Yao saw Song Tan with scrutiny and a trace of fear in his eyes.

"Uncle Song!"

Jiang Yisheng saluted Song Tan, pulling the wound on his body, his face was a bit ugly.

When he opened his eyes in the middle of the night, he saw a man in a mask waving a knife at him.

He narrowly escaped, was chased and ran all over the room, and was finally reprimanded, saying: The disciple in charge is nothing more than that.

Fortunately, Wu Qing was under his clothes, otherwise he would be ashamed to see others today.

Song Tan glanced at Yao Yao.

Yao Yao's body trembled, and a smile appeared on her face, "It's a pleasure to meet Mr. Song, my daughter's name is Yao Yao."

"Half demon."

Song Tan withdrew his gaze and only uttered two words.

Yao Yao clenched her hands tightly, her palms sweating a little.

She was wearing something that Jiang Yisheng gave her, which could conceal her demonic aura, but Song Tan saw through her identity at a glance.

She only pointed out her identity, but didn't say anything, what do you mean?
Is Song Tan also an exorcist who does not reject demons like Jiang Yisheng?

Yao Yao felt like sitting on pins and needles, like a mouse seeing a cat in her heart.

But she couldn't help but imagine that if Song Tan was so powerful as an exorcist who was willing to help her, would she be able to get rid of the weak half-demon status that caused her pain more quickly.

After the meal, Song Tan said directly: "I will enter the palace in a while."

As people with the highest seniority and strength, Mo Qin and Jiang Yisheng naturally had no objection.

(End of this chapter)