Kokonoe

This was the second time Mo Xuan had heard this name, but he felt less resentment when he heard it from Kun.

The only one who went out from Qianji Pavilion?This title seemed to cast a layer of halo on Qian Mian, making him mysterious, and Mo Xuan couldn't help but want to get to know him.

Of course, Mu Ya's focus is not the same as that of Mo Xuan. He looked panicked: "What? The only one who went out? Then we are going to be trapped to death inside?"

Mo Xuan couldn't help laughing: "Since it's a competition, its purpose is probably to wipe out a group of incompetent people, and secondly, to grasp everyone's strength. Presumably, you will be sent out when you can't pass the next level."

Fengyun agrees.

Mu Ya breathed a sigh of relief: "I was scared to death." Then he was eager to try: "Do you think we will accidentally break through the twelfth floor!"

Mo Xuan glanced at him, and said half-heartedly: "You can try."

With such an interruption, several people can finally view the scene on the third floor with peace of mind.

There are three doors in front of you, and nothing else.

Feng Yun said with a smile: "It seems that we have to separate temporarily."

Mo Xuan found it interesting, why are there three doors?Could it be that these scenes are all set according to the number of people coming up?I have to tell the truth about Mo Xuan. The changes in Qianji Pavilion will automatically change with the number of people, especially when faced with choices. It seems that this is more interesting. Separation, choice, luck, and destiny are all at the same moment Happened because of your decision.

Mo Xuan also knew that three people cannot enter a door at the same time, the chances are too small, and the door is unknown.

"How about this, how do we choose between two teams?" Mo Xuan suggested.

Feng Yun's eyes flickered: "Good idea, then I will go with Mo Xuan, don't you mind?"

Mo Xuan naturally had no objection.

Mu Ya looked indifferent, and chose Feng Mo, Mo Xuan secretly smiled, he thought Feng Mo was thinner.It was Mo Yi, because of his different identities, Mo Xuan reminded: "Mo Yi, you have to be careful."

Mo Xing understood the look on Mo Xuan's face.

Mu Ya also had a big heart, so he pulled Feng Mo and chose the door on the left.

Mo Xuan and Feng Yun planned to walk in the middle, and Mo Yi naturally went to the right.

"Be careful in everything, I hope everyone can work together." Mo Xuan hinted, he didn't want to be blacked out by his colleagues after separation.

Several people agreed to walk into the three doors together.

As soon as the scene changed, Mo Xuan opened his eyes and saw a long corridor in front of him. There were cold stone walls on both sides, and there were dim candlesticks on the wall, and the candle flames were slightly flickering.

"It's a bit infiltrating." Fengyun said.

The two of them walked forward along the corridor, keeping their eyes on the side from time to time, for fear of something suddenly appearing.

It was rare to be with Fengyun, so Mo Xuan asked, "What does Qianmian look like?"

Feng Yun asked in surprise, "Are you interested in him?"

Mo Xuan couldn't tell whether it was because of his interest or his vague impression of the unknown enemy: "It's sort of."

Fengyun thought for a while and said, "Qianmian is very mysterious, except for some rumors, almost no one has seen his true face."

"Oh? Why?" Mo Xuan asked puzzled, "He never appeared in public?"

Feng Yun shook his head: "On the contrary, basically he handles all the affairs of the temple, and he will also attend ceremonies and some competitions."

Speaking of this, Fengyun smiled slyly: "Do you know why he is called Qianmian?"

Mo Xuan subconsciously shook his head.

Feng Yun said: "Because he has a thousand faces."

As soon as Mo Xuan stopped, Feng Yun thought he was frightened, so he laughed and said, "It's not that, it's him who can change a thousand faces."

"To be honest, maybe he has shown up with his real face, but no one will pay attention to it. That person is different every day."

Mo Xuan nodded silently, then walked forward.

"You seem to like him very much?" Mo Xuan asked.

Feng Yun was surprised and said: "Obviously? Ah... It's not that I like it, it should be said that I am curious. Such a person, no matter who he is, will be curious, curious about the face behind his mask, curious about the reason why he changes every day, and even more curious, who is he? How did you break out of the Qianji Pavilion?"

Mo Xuan chuckled: "That's right." See, he was also curious.

A person who can bind Kun in the deep sea, a person who can create the myth of Qianji Pavilion, and a person who does not show his true colors.

Mo Xuan smiled, regardless of friend or foe, this person really likes him.

The two of them were talking and they were about to reach the end of the corridor, but at this moment, there was a sound of heavy chains rattling.

The relaxed feeling is gone, there is someone in front!

The two tensed their nerves immediately, and walked towards the source of the sound step by step.

At the end, a solid iron gate stood there, and through the railing, a man nailed to the wall by iron chains stood with disheveled hair.

Mo Xuan held his breath, this man's breath was very strange.

But Feng Yun tugged Mo Xuan's sleeve and pointed to the wall behind him.

There, a token was suspended in mid-air.

The two suddenly smiled wryly, it seems that if they want to go out, they must pass this person to get the token.

At this time, the originally drooping head moved slowly, Mo Xuan and Feng Yun suffocated for a while, because under the messy hair, there were red and green eyes, and sharp fangs that suddenly opened.

"Half-orc!" Feng Yun shuddered and shouted involuntarily.

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The splendid hall, the throne carved with jade.

Leaning on the seat was a man, dressed in brocade clothes, elegant and luxurious.

The man closed his eyes slightly, with a smile on his lips. There was a beautiful young man crawling at his feet. The young man rubbed against the man's calf flatteringly. He touched the man's knee with his hands from time to time, but he didn't seem to dare to go over.

The man propped his chin with his left hand, with a happy expression, and put his right hand on the top of the boy's head, stroking it occasionally, as if he was teasing a pet.

The door of the palace was pushed open in the next second, and a slim woman came walking, and when she saw the young man at the man's feet, she suddenly chuckled.

The man's feet were suddenly empty, and the original boy was held up by the throat at this time, but the owner of the evil hand was smiling, which seemed normal.

The boy struggled, his face flushed, and he tried to reach the direction of the man on the seat with both hands.

The man slowly opened his eyes, with no emotion in his eyes. He still had a smile on his lips, but he was looking at the abuser.

Finally, the beautiful boy stopped struggling and fell to the ground like a fallen leaf.

"It's really courageous, this is my favorite one recently." The man's tone was as flat as water, without any hint of distress.

But the abusive woman knelt down as if she was serious: "This subordinate is convicted, and I hope the palace master will punish me."

The man got up and walked slowly, stopped in front of the woman and slightly raised her chin with his hand, facing the smiling face.

"I said, don't pretend to be a woman in front of me."

The woman smiled deeper: "This subordinate is guilty."

After finishing speaking, the original slender figure instantly changed into a handsome young man.

The man turned around and sat down, glanced at the lifeless corpse, and said calmly, "How should I punish you for killing my little thing?"

"This subordinate is willing to sacrifice himself to the Palace Master, okay?" On that delicate face, a pair of charming eyes gleamed, which made this face more charming.

The man was unmoved, and just looked at the kneeling person in front of him coldly, his eyes and the faint smile on his lips completely contradicting each other.

"You? Not enough."

Not good enough to be your man?Or is it not qualified to be even a tool for warming the bed?

These words are so hurtful, but the kneeling person is still smiling, it seems that the hurtful words are just ordinary: "This subordinate is overstepping, please punish the palace master."

The man closed his eyes again to cover the indifference in his eyes. Looking at it like this, he seemed really happy.

"Go down and get ten lashes." The man has already given the punishment.

The people in the hall got up and thanked him: "Thank you for the kindness of the palace master not to kill."

The smiling face slowly turned around, ten lashes, he was used to it, he didn't use his spiritual power to endure ten lashes, and every time he recognized it even if it was bloody and bloody, he didn't say a word.

If that person doesn't like it, he just doesn't do it.

Just what the person likes?It seems that I will never be able to do it.

The smile on his face grew bigger and bigger, and when he walked out of the palace gate, another figure stood with arms folded, and gave him a light glance.

"so what?"

"Ah, I'm going to receive the whip, do you want to watch it?"

The tall figure shut his mouth and turned sideways to make way for him.

"Forget it if you don't go." He hummed a song and walked towards a familiar place, when the person behind him suddenly said: "Qian Mian, give up."

Qianmian paused for a moment, the smile on his face remained undiminished, he turned his head, his eyes slightly bent, and the sky was full of starlight for a moment, undoubtedly: "Yue, this is what I am willing to do. Ah... If you are free, I will You can find a child to accompany you, which type do you like?"

Yue pursed her lips, looked at him calmly, and finally said to the thousands of eyes that seemed to be talking, "Forget it, as long as you like it."

Then he turned around and left.

Qianmian blinked and smiled hippie: "Ha, are you shy?"

Thinking that there were no other messy people around that man tonight, Qianmian's whole face became lively again, and he continued humming a little tune to receive his punishment.

give up?Ha, I am a thousand faces.