Shadow Guard Capture Manual

The emperor had already left, but left a room full of mess. It was not something concrete on the surface, but everyone who had their own thoughts under the holy prestige.

Due to the emperor's hostility and malice towards him, every time the king and grandson face the saint, it is no less than a battle of wits and courage, and he has worked hard to serve him carefully. Now he sends the emperor away and sits on a chair for a while. It was hard to hide his fatigue, and he reached out and pressed the center of his eyebrows.

"Sir, would you like a cup of tea?"

Mo Luo, who was acting as a maid just now, came up and suggested softly with a faint smile.

Wang Sun paused slightly with the hand that pressed his eyebrows, as if he just remembered Mo Luo's existence at this time, put down his hand and smiled at her, "Mo Luo...there are not many people in the house, I really worked hard for you just now."

"My lord, you are being polite. The family does not support idlers. This is Mo Luo's duty."

If it was normal, according to Wang Sun's temper, he would naturally want to comfort and comfort him, but now he just wanted to speak, when he saw the book boy rushing in from the door.

"Master, there are many congratulatory adults at the door again, do you want to go and see for yourself?"

This book boy has been with him for a long time, and he is still used to calling Wang Sun an adult when he is in the house in private, but as long as he does not make mistakes when he is out, Wang Sun will not deliberately ask him to change his words, but he just listens to this book boy. He regained his energy, gave Mo Luo a comforting smile, and went out to check the situation.

Wang Sun also left, and Mo Luo was the only one left in the room, quietly without the slightest sound.

The cups used by the emperor just now were still on the table. Mo Luo stepped forward, took out the tray, and slowly put away the tea cups on the table.

She closed her eyes, without any expression on her face, with a terrifying tranquility, she just cleaned the table silently.

Until... until the three cups of tea that were filled but no one drank came into view again, Mo Luo's hand suddenly seemed to be stung.

The water in the teacup spilled out instantly under her sudden violent trembling, and the light green tea liquid dripped down her slender hands.

When He Weiming was executed that day, Mo Luo was actually hiding in the crowd. She didn't dare to get too close, so she watched from a distance. Seeing this person who taught her for many years was killed in full view. put to death.

She thought she would be sad, regretful, and sad, but in fact, Mo Luo just watched the man being executed calmly that day.

The moment the knife was lifted, she suddenly thought of the appearance of this high-ranking man when he went to pick up He Zhizhou by the river when he saw her—the indescribable coldness and scrutiny, but he was only silent for a moment afterwards, and then he really He Zhizhou slowly stretched out his hand under He Zhizhou's pleading.

At the beginning, she didn't understand why He Weiming treated her like this, but when she got older, she came to know after getting in touch with more things—she was the knife given to He Weiming by those people. The props that used to monitor He Weiming and raised her were not only because of the begging of his beloved little apprentice and could not bear to let him down, but also because there would be Li Luo and Zhao Luo without Mo Luo...

The knife finally fell.

Blood splattered everywhere, one of the few people in the world who knew Mo Luo was missing, and one of the many shadows hovering over Mo Luo's head also disappeared.

The flames swallowed the decapitated corpse, and the flaming flames soon completely enveloped it.

Even though they were so far apart, Mo Luo felt that the pungent scorching smell shrouded her like a ghost, and the crackling sound of the flames engulfing the human body seemed to be close to her ears.

Looking at the horrific scene, people all gasped. After the initial panic, they couldn't help pointing at the charred corpse and whispering. Only Mo Luo lowered his head even lower, Cautiously stepped back a few steps, then walked backward along the wall and disappeared into the dark corner.

For those who have things in their hearts and have dark secrets in their hearts, the darkness may not be such a difficult place, and it can even give them enough sense of security.

In fact, as early as the beginning, Mo Luo was still thinking: He Weiming's death is not a bad ending for them. At least one knife is enough to cut it cleanly, and they don't have to suffer too much torture. As for the things that will happen afterward, it is too extravagant to pay attention to the things behind one's death like a lamp going out.

What's more, He Weiming's death was originally the result of everyone's game?He's dead, and it's good for everyone.It's not sad, and it can't be sad. She, Mo Luo, is one of the main promoters of this matter, so why not be sad!If she was so pretentious, maybe even she would despise herself.

But He Zhizhou is different.

He Zhizhou is his senior brother, the only one who cares about her hobbies and habits, whether she is crying or laughing, sad or melancholy.

Morrow really hoped that he would be happy.

She never thought of harming He Zhizhou, nor did she ever think of making He Zhizhou have a bad life.Even at the beginning, just like the old chief, he didn't want him to go through this muddy water again...

His senior brother should always be that proud and flamboyant, conceited and gentle person, but who is he who is so pale and humble to the extreme today?

It has been a long time, and the light green tea leaves in the cup are no longer as beautiful as before. Mo Luo looked at the tea cup in her hand for a long time, and suddenly, she drank the tea in the cup in one gulp.

The cup after drinking the tea was heavily slammed on the table, and then the second cup, the third cup...

The teacup on the table was empty again, and Mo Luo raised his hand to wipe his lips.She used a lot of strength, and her pale lips instantly became extremely colorful.

The tense expression disappeared, and she returned to the previous indifferent expression, and then, the rigidity on her face disappeared again, and she was in a rather normal and relaxed posture.

She picked up the tray and walked outside.

It was noon now, the sun was hanging high at noon, the shadow of the person only cast a small piece under his feet, but it looked extremely black and dense.

Although they had left Wangsun's mansion and had no one to act in, they were still outside after all, and there was no telling where there might be malicious mice hiding, and the group of them dared not be too careless.

Zhao Ruhui got on the sedan chair, and again pulled a pale man closer to the sedan chair with a tyrannical look on his face. He didn't finally change his expression until the door was closed and the curtain was drawn down.

He recalled Mo Luo's expression just now, shook the fan in his hand, and said in a matter-of-fact way, "She didn't look at you much just now, so she wouldn't recognize you if you, a senior brother, changed your clothes." right?"

These words are really teasing. After all, He Zhizhou can only be regarded as a disguise at best, not a change of dress. If he can't be recognized just because of a different dressing style, what kind of childhood sweetheart is he?

It's just that the current He Zhizhou doesn't have the thought to joke with him, he just slightly raised his head and glanced at Zhao Ruhui, and then said, "...if you are not a fool, you won't find the 'remnants of the previous dynasty' in front of the emperor to confess." kiss."

Although he was seeking truth from facts, his tone was not respectful, but Zhao Ruhui was determined not to listen to his pretended respectful superficial skills, so he smiled at He Zhizhou at this moment, "I know, I know, although your junior sister is fine. Said, but I was staring at her from the corner of my eye the whole time."

These words didn’t sound right, He Zhizhou’s face turned green, Zhao Ruhui changed his words in time, and added with a wave of the fan in his hand, “Although she concealed it well, I also saw her always Pay attention to you, don't be when I deliberately make things difficult for you, that girl is tense..."

The sentence "embarrassed", with an ambiguous tone that cannot be explained clearly, is obviously very specific compared to such a trivial thing as pouring water.

When He Zhizhou was mentioned by him, there was almost another layer of fine and dense goosebumps on his neck. He obviously didn't understand why it was full of threatening warnings and killing intent before the beast was exposed. After being exposed, it can be completely changed into another look.

He Zhizhou was silent for a while, and changed the subject on his own initiative, "Your Majesty, what are you going to do in the future?"

"Do nothing, just wait for the rabbit." Zhao Ruhui knocked on the crossbar beside the sedan chair with the fan in his hand, and smiled comfortingly at He Zhizhou, "There is no need to rush now, we are out of the blue, and we have to give the other party a response and discuss it." Isn’t it time? As for your junior sister, this time is just a prelude. Afterwards, I will arrange to take the courtiers to the palace to escape the summer heat... No matter what, Mo Luo will definitely find a way to contact you. It’s time to see.”

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