Wang Ye is a Demon

As soon as the woman's voice fell, a gust of wind blew behind Mo Jianchen, and the door closed gently.

Gu Yining leaned on the door cautiously, listening attentively like an eavesdropper, trying to hear something from it.

Unfortunately, the sound in the room was not very loud. Gu Yining's whole body was almost embedded in the door frame, but he still couldn't hear what was saying inside.

Inside the house, the lights are bright, but such bright lights are different from the piece of paper drunk fans outside the house. It is bright and transparent, but it makes people feel that it contains endless secrets.

Mo Jianchen took out the dart from his pocket, gently placed it on the table, and pushed it through the curtain with his slender fingers: "I heard that the prophet knew this dart?"

"Is there anything I don't know?" the woman asked back.

Mo Jianchen couldn't help frowning slightly, her voice resembled a person.

The woman sitting inside was told by Bai Ye that it was a prophet with magical powers in Mo State. She was in the Yichun Tower, but she was very mysterious, and most people didn’t want to see her, and she couldn’t even find her. She also turned away those nobles.

But Mo Jianchen--not an ordinary person.

"Does the prophet know who this king is?" Mo Jianchen deliberately asked, Bai Ye said so much about this woman, Mo Jianchen was a little skeptical.

"The civet cat changes the prince," the prophet did not answer him directly, her tone was firm, as if she had seen everything through, "I'm right? Nine."

Mo Jianchen's eyes tightened suddenly, and Jiuyou-was his name when he was a demon. He has nine lives, so he was named Jiuyou.

The woman's life experience became clear in just a few words.

"Who are you?!" Mo Jianchen's tone was very serious and full of vigilance.

"Prophet," the woman said quietly, "if you can't believe me, go out."

Mo Jianchen didn't move. The voice was so alike, like the voice that lingered in his ears every day. After watching it for a long time, even the figure seemed to him.

The dark eyes looked straight at the curtain, trying to see the woman's true face through the strings of beads.

Seeing her faintly, the dark purple cloak gave her a strong mystery. She didn't cover her face, but it was difficult to see what she looked like.

"This king believes in you." Mo Jianchen said firmly, "Do you know who this dart belongs to?"

"It's your enemy," the prophet finished speaking, and then handed the dart back again. "Without her, you would have died long ago."

In the words of the prophet, she was Gu Yining, and the enemy, Mo Jianchen, knew well--Mo Chenghao.

"It's really him." Mo Jianchen wrinkled his eyes tightly. Although the battle for storage between the princes did not seem to have started, it was already dark.

"You are not the same kind, it is better to be careful everywhere." The prophet's tone was unusually calm, but he did not dare to be unconvinced.

"Dare to ask what the name of the prophet is--" Mo Jianchen lengthened the last word.

"Yes." The woman chuckled lightly.

Inside the house, it was unusually quiet; outside the door, there was constant noise and disturbance.

"She's there! Don't let her run away!" The rough male voice entered the room. The male voice did not attract Mo Jianchen's attention. There are not many people who are forced to come here in this windy land. There will be girls thinking about running away all day long.

"Don't let that Xiaoqi escape! The good stuff from the Eight Princes' Mansion, if it escapes, I'll ask you guys!" The old bustard's voice came into the house with a bluff.

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Mo Jianchen raised his sword eyebrows lightly. He didn't know what power he was controlling, but he walked to the door in a mysterious way and opened the door.

Not far away, is a woman who is trying to run forward. She is thin and runs very fast. The jet-black hair fluttered backward, and the streamer on his head also rose up along with it.

The woman was dressed in red with gold silk inlays, and her blouse was short to the waist, revealing her curvy waist. There were two or three small bells hanging on her dress. As she ran, she made three or two crisp sounds. And small ringing bells.

"That woman belongs to the Eight Princes' Mansion?" The woman in Tsing Yi asked the woman in yellow next to her.

The sharp voice made Mo Jianchen had to follow the prestige.

"Isn't it? I heard that I wanted to climb Gaozhi and seduce the Eighth Prince, but I was found out and sold it here." The woman in yellow told the woman in Tsing Yi all what she had heard.

Seduce the Eighth Prince? Mo Jianchen raised his eyebrows curiously, which made it clear that he was rumoring, his gaze fell on the woman in yellow clothes with heavy makeup and he did not move away.

The woman in yellow seemed to feel that she had a pair of eyes looking at her, turned her head, and greeted with a sculptural handsome face, her face immediately showed a flattering smile: "The guest officer has been looking at the little girl, Could it be..."

"Not interested." Before the woman in yellow was finished speaking, Mo Jianchen interrupted her, turned around, looked at the room, "Thank you for your advice, the king is leaving."

In front of Mo Jianchen, there was a bright room, but in front of the two women, it was an ordinary wall.

The two women looked at Mo Jianchen with strange gazes, "Is this man sick? Say goodbye to the wall and claim to be the king?" The two women cursed in a low voice, and did not take it seriously. , Twisted his **** and left.

"Don't run!" Behind Gu Yining, there was still a strong man who was chasing after him.

Gu Yining's steps gradually slowed down. She was tired, and the faint soreness from her legs made her a little bit overwhelmed. Suddenly, there was a brightly lit room in front of her. The door was empty, and she couldn't take care of so much. He rushed straight into the door.

All of her strength seemed to have been squandered. The moment she rushed in, her feet suddenly softened, followed by a staggering, and she fell into the house.

Severe pain hit her knees, her body muscles seemed to be torn, sore and sore.

The quiet air was full of her rapid breathing.

Weak, heat waves rushing to her body one after another, she gasped, breathing the air in the room greedily.

Behind him, a light wind suddenly drifted with a touch of comfortable coolness, and then the door was gently closed.

The door was closed, and outside the room, there were the doubtful voices of those men: "I was still here just now, why did I suddenly disappear?!"

"A good person, has it evaporated?"

Gu Yining listened to the voice outside the door, then let go of her heart, and let out a long sigh of relief, her voice still panting: "Thanks...thank you..."

"Do you just believe that I am here to help you?" The woman inside gave a chuckle, not in a hurry.

A familiar voice came to his ears, and Gu Yining raised his eyes and looked around. This room...isn't it the one Mo Jianchen just came in?

Wrong immediately climbed up to her clear eyes, and his delicate hands stroked the messy hair scattered in front of her back.

She didn't know why—why did she want to enter this room instead of other rooms; why she didn't even have the slightest alert when she came in.

The outside voice gradually became lighter, and Gu Yining didn’t want to stay in this house anymore. After all, Mo Jianchen had been to this house—the man she likes here and other women have fun, her heart It's not that big, and she feels sick when she thinks about it.

He got up and raised his hand to open the door, but didn't want the door to be opened.

"I just wanted to come in so much, now I am coming in, why are you leaving again?" The woman's voice came faintly from behind the curtain.