There is no escape, the son is hard to coax

People who are so rare as magicians are naturally not like the Chinese cabbage on the street. You can look for it and buy it if you want it.Therefore, no matter how much Mo Qiyue wants to see such a task, it still depends on fate.

Seeing that it was late, a group of people strolled through Ruicheng, and walked into the night without stopping - no way, the memory of falling here just after leaving the house is too "beautiful" , no one wanted to stay, so they had to go out of the city to sleep in the wilderness.

The city guard looked at the swaying figures of the four people speechlessly, and they still wanted to go out of the city even though they were not on their way. Should it be said that the Yigao people were bold or should they be said to be mentally ill?Or are these few good people at all?

The moon was covered by dark clouds, and no insects could be heard around, only the rustling sound caused by the night wind blowing by, which was especially permeating on the quiet and deserted path.

"My lord, is that why you insist on going out of the city?" Tiaozi looked at the erratic will-o'-the-wisps that suddenly appeared in front of him, and told himself to be calm, afraid of ghosts, it's really embarrassing.

The outside of Ruicheng is not peaceful recently. The news that Yin soldiers come out to arrest people every night has been spread for a long time. Mo Qiyue is not too curious about this, but just wants to see if he is not that lucky and encounters such a Take a trip to add some color to your long life journey.So, this guy took the time to cross Ruicheng with three bodyguards, and refused to ride the horse even if he was dead. Instead, he just walked slowly, waiting to see if he could encounter something interesting.

"What do you think?" Mo Qiyue's inseparable fan has been the symbol of Mo Qiyue in recent years. With a casual spread, the pure white paper fan covered half of her face, which was even more terrifying in the eerie night.

Tiaozi silently turned his face away and did not speak, he was sure that the Seventh Young Master did this on purpose.

"Pfft...cough cough!" Shunzi stopped back the laughter that was about to blurt out in time, and if he couldn't get the note, it's better not to spread hatred.

"Pretend to be a ghost, don't come out yet!" Xiao Wu stood in front of the three of them.

When Mo Qiyue's two guards lost their chains, Xiao Wu was often the most reliable one. With his long sword out of its sheath, a swipe of sword light swept across, and a few will-o'-the-wisps leaped into the air, then fell to the ground and ignited. A few clumps of grass.

Before the flames could spread, Mo Qiyue flipped her white fan, creating a space for several clusters of flames, so as not to accidentally set herself ablaze.

The blades of grass burned quietly, making a slight sound and a pleasant woody fragrance, but no one appeared.

"The distance is quite wide." Shunzi murmured, and suddenly jumped towards the left direction.

Tiaozi, who had a perfect understanding with Shunzi, also jumped in the opposite direction at the same time, and the two muffled screams came out almost at the same time, and the two who jumped out had returned to their original places at the same time, throwing the two skinny boys to Mo Qiyue. Before the horse.

"Children?!" People who practice martial arts have better eyesight than ordinary people, so Mo Qiyue didn't need to get off his horse, and he could already see clearly the two people thrown in front of him.

The two boys were clutching their stomachs and preparing to accept their fate. When they heard Mo Qiyue's voice, they looked at each other. Regardless of the pain in their stomachs, one pulled the horse's rein and the other dragged his feet, trying to drag Mo Qiyue off the horse and take him as a hostage.

After all, he had practiced, how could Mo Qiyue let the two of them easily succeed?An Ran sat on the horse and watched the two play tug-of-war on her body.

The other three just watched silently and didn't make a sound. Anyway, if the young master wants to play, they don't care about it, do they?

"What on earth are you trying to do?" Seeing that Mo Qiyue deliberately didn't fight back, the two of them didn't bother to continue, stopped their hands and stood a little further away.

"Actually... I am a storyteller who travels everywhere. Where there is injustice, there is me." Mo Qiyue opened her mouth and began to talk nonsense: "Intuition tells me that you must have a story. Although I can't help you, But I can tell this story to someone who can help you."

"Really?" The other person who had been silent all this time spoke excitedly.

"Of course it's true!" Mo Qiyue answered decisively and seriously.

And the three of them who are the servants of Young Master Mo Qi, unable to cooperate with the master's deception, had no choice but to look at the dark night one by one, pretending that they did not exist.