ink blade

When the rain hadn't stopped, Moren, like his palace master, was leaning against the window and looking out.

He had already replaced the dark-bottomed silver cloud-pattern outfit that matched the Nine Layers Palace Lord, and now he was only wearing the plain black clothes he was used to wearing.

He folded the clothes that Chu Yan rewarded him, and hugged him silently, as if he was greedy for the remaining tenderness.

In fact, it is a very biased perception that Mo Mo thinks he looks ugly.

Indeed, his facial features have nothing to do with such words as dense, beautiful and beautiful, and are even a little bland.

But rather than saying that this person is not beautiful, it is better to say that words like "beautiful" fall on him, which breaks a third of his character.

Probably because he is more like a sword.

No matter how caring and docile he is in front of the Lord, he is still a cold and hard sword in his bones.

The blade can be split, broken, but not bent.If the edge of the sword is polished to softness, it will lose the most breathtaking light on the tip of the blade.

When he was holding the sword, his eyebrows and eyes looked like an extremely cold but also extremely sharp blade.

And when he restrained his sharpness, his brows and eyes drooped silently, as if a piece of desolate Cangshan snow was lying across.

Why not be exciting?

Mo Ren hugged his clothes silently, standing there looking at the cloudy sky outside the window in a daze.

The rain stopped, but his eyes seemed to be filled with misty rain again, and gradually, the rain turned into snow again.

……if.

Suddenly, Mo Ren's heart throbbed, and he thought dazedly: If it is said that Yan Luo is really behind Bai Hua's backstage, or even Yan Luo is the mastermind behind everything.

Doesn't that mean...

Isn't it that the Lord suffered this catastrophe because he insisted on protecting him back then?

Is it because of him?

Going around, it's because of him?

His fingers wiped the noble silver lines on the clothes, and lightly touched the corners of his lips.

There, it seems that the lingering temperature of the alley still remains.

And in the end, the one who was promised by the winner for the rest of his life, who was about to fly from the bodyguard to the palace master's wife, was he?

it is ridiculous.

But if he could choose, he would rather not have been loved by the Lord... No, he would even die.

In the darkness, Mo Ren thought to himself: He would rather be thrown by the Lord, and freeze to death miserably in the snow, unable to be reborn.

He would rather have his throat sealed by Yan Luo's sword when he was a teenager, and his body rolled among the weeds.

He would rather not have met the Lord when he was a child and die in some corner, it doesn't matter.

If I can bring back the time when I was in the Lord... come back...

He is willing to do anything.

But Mo Ren knew sadly in his heart that Chu Yan's youthful days when he relied on his arrogance and arrogance would probably never come back.

Since cruelty and impermanence are not in nature, how does the master feel when he sees the destruction of his ancestors and the death of his subordinates?

He could see that when the Palace Master's eyes fell on Qiu Jin and the others, there would occasionally be deep regret hidden in his eyes.

And for him...

The Lord told him that it was a mistake.

The Lord said to him, I can't help you alone.

The Lord almost lost his temper because of him, and was forced by him to stab his heart with a sword.

On the night when Drunk was found out, the master was shaking when he held him in his arms, and then he vomited blood so hard that he couldn't stop.

The Lord kept saying that what was owed to him was beyond repayment.

But who will compensate his palace master?

Who can make up for his master for those ridiculous ten years, the pain of poison, the misplaced love and... the countless scars on his heart?

Mo Ren raised his face blankly, his eyes reflected the sky outside the window, a layer of mist rose and fell in his vision, and silent tears fell on the newly cut clothes in his arms.

He hardened his determination again: no, really no... definitely can't let the Lord guard such a humble guard like himself for the rest of his life.

Not to mention, it is a guard who will always absorb the Lord's guilt and torment the Lord's heart like a nightmare.

But at this moment, a familiar breath and footsteps came from outside the house.

The door was tapped twice, and Chu Yan's voice came: "A Ren? Gu...cough, I have something to say to you."

In a panic, Mo Ren subconsciously pushed the clothes in his arms onto the table, and raised his palms to cover the wet corners of his eyes.

How could it be the Lord?

How could he face the Lord like this?

"Aren?"

The voice outside the door became a little hesitant, and Low Ci's voice slowly became softer: "Okay, it's not right, suddenly saying that kind of thing makes you feel awkward... Look, I'm not here to apologize to you Is it gone?"

"Arenmo is sad, are you inside, open the door for Gu?"

It was probably because of a fever in his head for a while——by some strange accident, the Mo guard lightly hid outside the half-open window, and quietly left the inn room.

Nothing else, after rejecting the Lord's deep affection, he really can't face the Lord now, let alone accept the Lord coming to coax him in a low voice.

"Aren?"

There was no bolt on the door of his room, so Chu Yan yelled twice, and when no one answered, he stretched out his hand and pushed the door: "Ah Ren, I entered alone."

"..." Under the corner of the eaves outside the window, the guard Mo suppressed his breath almost to nothing, and only begged the Lord to leave quickly.

There was no one in the room, Chu Yan looked around, and suddenly his eyes fell on the neatly folded clothes on the corner of the desk.

Mo Ren groaned inwardly, his cheeks were burning hot helplessly.

He, he just hugged the clothes for so long...

Sure enough, Chu Yan stretched out his hand and felt the remaining warmth on the clothes, and couldn't help shaking his head helplessly and lovingly: "This man... rejected Gu, what's the point of going into the room and holding the clothes by himself."

He looked around and thought to himself, "Could it be hiding?"

Chu Yan couldn't help laughing again, he was awakened by Qiu Jin's words, and he came to look for the ink blade with a heart full of throbbing, but at this time, seeing the cold and empty room, his mind calmed down a little.

With Mo Ren's temperament, there is no rush for such a thing.

He didn't want to press too hard, so he didn't look for anyone, he just fumbled for a pen and paper in the dark, and casually wrote a four-character instruction: Come and see Gu.

Fold the paper again, put it next to the clothes, paced around the room twice with nostalgia, and walked out reluctantly.

... Little did he know that the person he was looking for was hidden in the window, silently watching the whole process.

How can this be good?

Mo Ren's body hung in the air and stuck to the wall, as light as a silent black feather.He frowned: The Lord has left a message for him to come over, then he...

No matter how much he wants to pretend to be an ostrich psychologically, for Mo Ren, Chu Yan's order is the first one.

only to go.

However, just when Mo Ren accepted his fate and was about to go back to the house and go out, he simply hurried two steps to catch up with Chu Yan.

Suddenly, there was a chill behind his back for no reason, and a keen intuition climbed up his spine like lightning, and the guard suddenly looked back——

Out of the corner of his eye, a white dress flashed by, and disappeared in the small alley outside the inn.

——Bai Hua! ?

Isn't he still unconscious! ?

Mo Ren knew something was wrong, his nerves tensed immediately, his body moved before his brain, and after a few ups and downs, he turned to the outside of the room where Bai Hua was originally placed, and held his breath to look.

Inside the room, the guards of the Nine Layers Palace who were supposed to be hiding outside the room to monitor Bai Hua were all laid on the ground without exception, with no one knowing whether they were alive or dead.

Mo Ren's heart skipped a beat: That's right, if their calculations are correct, Bai Hua is from the Wuxian sect, and his constitution is resistant to poisons and drugs... They were negligent!

This person probably woke up a long time ago, but kept pretending to be dizzy to let everyone relax their vigilance, and knowing that Qiu Jin would definitely pull out to meet the hall master when he came back, so he took advantage of this little gap to spread Mixiang and put down the hidden guard.

Mo Ren suddenly felt terrified: Fortunately, he asked Qiu Jin to persuade the Lord, otherwise, the girl would have been poisoned as soon as she returned to Bai Hua.

He turned his gaze back to the direction where Bai Hua's figure disappeared, knowing that this person must be contacting the mastermind behind such a risky act.

If you don't catch up, if something happens, the master's plan to wipe them all out is probably...

The four words left by the hall master flashed through his mind, Mo Ren gritted his teeth secretly, and acted in a hurry, now he can't control so much, so he can only apologize when he comes back.

He touched his arms and felt a familiar hard object.

The next moment, he waved the Nine Clouds Jade Card and threw it into the floor of the guest room with a "crack", penetrating three inches into the wood. The card was pointing in the direction Bai Hua was leaving.

Mo Ren took a deep look, this thing was bestowed by the Lord himself, and it is of great significance.As long as Qiu Jin came back and saw it, she would definitely know what he meant.

He turned his head away, turned over like a black eagle, and quietly hid in the night, following him without making a sound.

……

It's night, the rain is gone, the moonlight occasionally peeks out from the clouds, and the small town is full of Xiao Xiao Ling Ling.

The ink blade is like a glimpse in the dark night, under the cover of the pavilions and houses, it slides silently across the low sky of Evergreen.

Bai Hua changed into a long cloth robe, and put on a bamboo hat to bury his face deeply.He walked quickly on the deserted street after the rain, and took advantage of the night to reach the east gate of Evergreen City.

There were already two men in black robes standing there under the city gate, and when they saw him, they went up to meet him.

Bai Hua walked up to those two quickly in small steps, and the three whispered to each other for a while.

Mo Ren didn't dare to approach rashly, and cautiously hid his breath and leaned on the roof tiles beside him, unable to hear what they said clearly.

After muttering a few words, the two black-robed men stepped forward, one on the left and the other on the right, holding Bai Hua's arms respectively, and at the same time jumped up, borrowing strength from the city wall, and using lightness kung fu to go all the way up, Leaped over the tower several feet high, and disappeared on the other side of the city wall with Bai Hua.

Mo Ren saw it in his eyes and was secretly startled.Although this kind of lightness kung fu is still far from the pinnacle, it is not something that ordinary warriors can have. I didn't expect these two black robes to have such kung fu.

Moreover, since there is someone here to respond, it seems that the other party has planned well.Outside of Evergreen City, he didn't know what was waiting for him.

This time, he might go to the enemy's den alone.

Mo Ren looked at the city wall, and an intuitive sense of crisis weighed heavily on his heart.

He remembered that his intuition had always been accurate.

The author has something to say: I know that this chapter should be sugar according to the routine, but... I'm sorry =w=

To be honest, it is not easy for Palace Master Chu to be the boss. If Bai Hua didn't do it, he would have been a high-quality attacker who is arrogant, domineering and protective, but in the past life he fell into a crooked way and didn't know it. After rebirth, he gave himself every day. Burning the firewood in the crematorium, and now confessing to the loyal dog and failing to confess, finally seeing the signs, the result was a mistake, and the master ran to die with peace of mind... Next, he will swallow the knife, capitalized miserable.

感谢在2020-10-0623:51:59~2020-10-1010:21:59期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 2 Maoqiang; 45080944, Blind Fish, Dudululuka~, 1 Belphegor;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 30 bottles of Lisa in the third battle; 20 bottles of love;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!