When the scum attack teases the wicked

The date of the appointment between Mi Xun and Ni Shizhu is getting closer and closer. He has already arranged everything quietly in the dark.

As for this shareholder

Looking forward to leaning against the plum tree, the shadow of the tree, dyed white and warm by the light of the morning sun, fell into the pair of half-closed light gray eyes, which looked deep and deep, as if a pool of shade and depth was contained in the eyes The light makes people guess unclear.

After a while, he thought of something, sighed slowly, his light gray eyes became soft and hesitant, almost at the same time his heart softened, an indescribable disgust surged into his chest again, his headache was about to split, and Mi Xun frowned Knowing that it was Yin Huangfei who was causing trouble again, he had no choice but to stretch out his hand to hold his chest, holding his breath until he calmed down and stopped thinking about Su Jiuxi, and the discomfort of headache and nausea dissipated. At the same time, The dim light in those light gray eyes changed repeatedly, and when they opened again, the softness at the bottom of the eyes was no longer there, and there was more domineering and coldness in the world.

Apart from the matter of Ni Shizhu, there is another matter in Mi Xun's heart that he can't let go of.

That was Lin Shou's true identity.

Although he has found out that Lin Shou may be from the Dark Night Pavilion, he also suspects that Lin Shou is Zheyue. In the end, it is all his speculation and there is no real evidence.

If you want to know whether Lin Shou is Zheyue or not, there is one person who is the key, and that is his second brother, Lao Zhihan.

This is also the reason why Xunxun intentionally designed Lin Shou to assassinate Su Jiuxi.

Mi Xun took out a piece of white letter paper from his sleeve, looked at the ink words written on it, his eyes darkened, and there was an unpredictable smile on his lips that seemed to be mocking but not mocking.

At this time, footsteps sounded from the promenade outside the plum tree, Mixun put away the letter paper calmly, and said in a deep voice, "What's the matter."

"Military Master, someone sent a letter from outside the city."

Mi Xun raised his eyebrows in surprise, pondered for a moment, and said, "Who sent it?"

The soldiers outside the corridor approached the tall man standing under the plum tree with a handsome face in a brocade robe, and replied respectfully: "I don't know, but the person delivering the letter doesn't look like someone from Yuliang City. He sent the letter What did you say when you handed it over to the subordinate that you must hand this letter to the military adviser, otherwise the military adviser will regret it for life. The subordinate did not dare to delay, so he sent the letter."

After listening to it, Mi Xun felt suspicious, raised his slender hand, and the soldier handed over the letter respectfully.

Mi Xun took the letter, opened it and looked at it, his expression changed immediately, and he asked hurriedly, "Where is the sender now?"

Seeing Mi Xun's complexion darkened, the soldier became more curious about what was in his heart, and he didn't dare to be negligent, and quickly replied: "The sender left after handing over the letter to his subordinates."

Looking cold in his eyes, he slowly crumbled the letter paper into his palm, and said words without warmth, "Prepare the horse."

When the evening was approaching, all the birds returned to their nests, and a dense cloud of birds circled over a bamboo forest hundreds of miles away from Yuliang City. , a gorgeous and spacious carriage stopped on the bamboo floor below, under the carriage lay corpses in disorder, blood flowed all over the ground, and several survivors were restrained by another group of men in black with strange patterns embroidered on their necklines with swords, Unable to move, he could only stare at them angrily.

In the midst of this strange atmosphere, the sound of fast horses galloping sounded in the bamboo forest. A snow-white, high-spirited horse galloped majestically through the bamboo forest and came galloping under the setting sun.The face of the white-clothed man on the horse was blurred by the setting sun, and only his figure was handsome, elegant and noble.

The eyes of the people who were held by the men in black with knives lit up when they saw the people on the white horses.

One of the men in black walked up to the black sedan chair beside the carriage, and said in a rough voice respectfully like the person in the sedan chair, "Master, he is here."

"En" came out from the sedan chair, the voice was cold, like a cold sword drawn out of its sheath, with a sharp edge in the coldness.

The other black-clothed men in the bamboo grove held their swords tightly, watching the world-renowned strong horse Xue Huacong obediently carrying the handsome white-clothed men before them, all of them tensed up.

Mi Xun drank the snowflake dog ten steps away from the man in black, jumped up, and dismounted gracefully. As soon as he dismounted, dozens of men in black surrounded him immediately.

Mi Xun looked at the dozens of long swords aimed at him, the fallen corpses on the ground, and the hidden guards in the Dark Night Pavilion with swords around their necks, his face was calm, and he even smiled lazily, leisurely, He raised his eyebrows and looked at the black sedan chair not far away, shook his head and sighed in a tone of an elder educating the younger generation: "Your methods are getting more and more disappointing."

After all, he sighed truthfully.

That tone seemed to have seen through who the person in the sedan chair was.

Hearing this, all the men in black holding knives at the side shook their wrists. Looking at the handsome man in brocade robes and soap boots, he was clearly going to the meeting alone, unarmed, but there was no fear on his face but calm and lazy, and his whole body showed The innate elegance and aristocratic temperament, as if you can turn the clouds and rain with a slight wave of your hand, the brilliance is stunning, just standing still is enough to give people a sense of oppression,

Originally self-restraint had the upper hand, but the confident people in black suddenly felt guilty at the same time. They looked at each other, no one dared to speak, but one person boldly shouted: "Stop talking nonsense, hand over the Fengfeng order!"

Mi Xun glanced at him, and the latter took a few steps back unconsciously, quickly reacted, and glared at him angrily.

"If I don't give it, so what."

The black-clothed man spat hard, took his sword straight to the other black-clothed man's neck, and said viciously: "If you don't hand it over, you can wait to collect the corpse for your subordinate!"

Mi Xun sneered, "As a bodyguard, you can't protect the Lord, but instead become a fish. It's really not a pity to die."

Hearing this, the hidden guards in the Dark Night Pavilion all lowered their heads in shame.

The man in black who spoke didn't expect him to be so cruel, and he didn't know how to react for a moment. It was the mysterious man in the sedan who snorted coldly that made him react. He waved his long sword and pointed at the carriage, and said fiercely: " Even if you don't care about people like them, don't you even care about your own sister!" Seeing Mi Xun's face change slightly, the man in black became even more proud, "Hand over the Phoenix order!"