Master Xiao thinks about those years

For a moment, Yan Chen was stunned.

However, there was no time to shake his heart, and the picture in front of him suddenly changed again, and the brightness in front of him was replaced by darkness.

In the foggy night, Meng Huan knelt at the bottom of the steps in front of the verandah, leading the spirit into the sword, intending to commit suicide.

His heart seemed to be on fire, and he subconsciously wanted to rescue him, only to realize that his hands and feet could not move at all, his fingers were clasped by both hands, and his waist was also pressed against him. When his brain came to his senses, he realized that his lips had been tightly sealed. I was stuck, unable to move or speak.

The man was domineering and reckless, constantly gnawing at the meat, as crazy as if he wanted to swallow him whole.

Yan Chen was amazed, his whole body was swollen, he wanted to see the face of the person in front of him clearly, but his face was covered with black mist.

Under the verandah, Meng Huan's sword blew louder and louder.

Yan Chen was anxious in his heart, he struggled with his hands, trying to break free, but the man clasped his hands behind his back and pinched his wrist directly.

He was short of breath and struggled even more frantically.Like birds and beasts struggling to find support in quicksand.

However, quicksand was everywhere, and he couldn't break free at all.

"Mo Qing, you can't escape my palm."

Joking and contemptuous words rang in my ears, and the fog in front of me quickly disappeared.After dispelling, there was an arrogant and wanton face.

This face, combined with the handsomeness of Fu Nian when he was young, but lacked the youthfulness.There was a coldness in the eyes, as if soaked in the night, and the contempt and banter could be seen at a glance. At this time, there was a demonic face.

Yan Chen was suddenly frightened, and with his ten fingertips, he tightly grasped the cold cloth in front of the man's chest, pushing desperately.

The corner of the man's mouth turned up, not in a hurry or annoyed, he let Yan Chen push and push.

"You, you can't escape..."

Threatening and sinister words turned into cold air gushing in his ears, and then Yan Chen felt his feet suddenly lose weight, and he fell backwards involuntarily, but the hand on his waist still refused to relax.

He unexpectedly, the whole person pressed up!

"Go away!"

There was a panicked shout, and the person sitting by the bed was startled.

During the day, the deserted night came to an end.In the dark house, candles and tears were scattered on the vermilion carved wooden table, and the faint morning light shone through the window on Fu Nian's calm face.

He was originally sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning his back against the bedpost, crossing his chest with his hands, staring at the unconscious Mo Qing motionlessly.

Because of the sudden raving just now, Fu Nian's whole body was slightly startled, his back was away from the bedpost, and he sat upright.After a while, I realized that my palms were sweating.

But the person who was raving just now showed no signs of waking up, his closed eyes fluttered slightly, he tilted his head and continued to sleep deeply.

Fu Nian opened his eyes and watched, watching the person lying on the bed fall into a deep sleep, a high-hanging heart fell down again, and his back was attached to the bedpost again, then he lowered his head and laughed dumbly.

It's just a prostitute/prostitute who is so nervous.

Fu Nian was a little shocked by his behavior.

He recalled that when Mo Qing was dying a few hours ago, he was panicked and frightened. Watching him floating on the verge of death, he actually had the despair when his master was dying.

Maybe it's just because they look alike.

Fu Nian thinks this is a good explanation, otherwise, why would he want to save a prostitute?

He usually treats the prostitutes around him as he pleases, just like Zhuran, because he has a three-point similar face to the master, he can pet him, but now the Moqing in front of him is more similar to the master, so he can abandon her. Abandoned bamboo dyeing, doted on Moqing.

He can trust whoever he likes, but the master is always irreplaceable.

Seeing that Mo Qing's life was probably not in danger, Fu Nian decided to get up and go out after sitting all night.

He stretched out his sleeves, his legs were about to stand, his brain suddenly went blank, his eyes were blurred and he couldn't see clearly, he hurriedly and subconsciously grabbed the bedpost with his hands, and it took a long time before he came to his senses.

He is the master of Ye Xing Yuan, Ye Zun of the blood race, and the power of the blood spirit is unfathomable.Fu Nian didn't expect that there were times when his internal strength was unstable.

Presumably, it was too eager to heal Mo Qing just now.

Fu Nian pressed his forehead with his hand, then looked back at the sleeping man, opened the door with a normal expression, and walked out.

Outside the door, the mist of the long night cleared away, and the morning sun was slowly rising. In the faint morning light under the steps, there was a handsome young man kneeling with his head bowed.

"Brother! How is Mo Qing...?" The young man suddenly raised his head when he heard the door, his eyes were full of anxiety.

"You can do stupid things like leading spirits into the sword, do you have the face to ask now?" Fu Nian stood on the steps, looking coldly at Meng Huan who was kneeling below.

"I... I'm afraid..." Meng Huan was eager to argue, but his face turned red suddenly in the middle of the conversation, and he couldn't continue.

"Afraid of what? Afraid that I will eat him?" Fu Nian sneered.

"No...he looks so much like a master, it's fine if he is Zhuran, how can you treat him...to him..."

"How could you treat him like that!" Meng Huan said, his eyes widened and his lips tightly pressed together, as if he was about to pluck up the courage to say something earth-shattering.

Fu Nian didn't speak, but sneered at the corner of his mouth, and listened to Meng Huan's speech.He walked down the steps slowly and walked to Meng Huan's side, the black gold flowing pattern silk shoes touched the hem of Meng Huan's blue clothes.

"How can it be? Who do you think you are? My junior brother?"

Fu Nian pulled the corner of his lips.

"Brother, you—" Meng Huan suddenly choked up.His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his fair face was tense: "Even if I'm not... but the master respects him, he taught me to be polite, to know shame, have you forgotten all of this!"

"You don't need to remind me here," Fu Nian said in a deep voice.Meng Huan was startled, and wanted to say something even though he was not afraid of death, when suddenly he heard Fu Nian yelling: "Come here! Drag the young master back to the room, what does it look like to kneel here!"

"Yes! Your lord!" The two guards by the door were terrified, and hurried down the steps, grabbing Meng Huan to get up.

"Brother! You haven't told me yet, Mo Qing—"

Meng Huan struggled to shout, but before he finished speaking, he suddenly turned into a white light and disappeared into the air.

Fu Nian stood where he was, his eyes were slightly closed, and he felt that his ears were much cleaner.

He stood there for a long time, the warm sunlight hitting his night-black robe and his gloomy face, as if he was being baptized.After a long time, Fu Nian slowly opened his eyes and called to the side: "Zuo Xiang"

As soon as the voice fell, a middle-aged guard flashed out from the darkness immediately. This man was dressed in black and was Fu Nian's close guard, on the left.

"What orders does the lord have!"

Zuo Xiang lowered his eyes and nodded, Fu Nian stood still for a while, and finally muttered: "Bring me that bitch Zhuran."