"call out!"
"Snapped!"
A snowball the size of a head whizzed past Zhao Wujiang's side, smashed into the snow not far away, and shattered again into ice slag made of snowflakes.
Lin Yu squatted on the ground, like a child, excitedly digging at the snow, and then kneaded it into a snowball in his hands.
This time, he threw it into the sky.
Zhao Wujiang clasped his hands in his sleeves and followed Lin Yu to look up at the sky. The night was hazy.
The snowball fell to the ground freely. Lin Yu wanted to catch it, swaying left and right, moving wildly.
"Bang!" Lin Yu moved to catch a snowball and was hit on the head by the snowball. Then the snowball shattered and scattered on the ground.
Lin Yu rubbed his head and laughed innocently.
The two people who left the East Palace were a little happy.
At least Lin Yu is like that.
He still remembered how majestic and majestic his Royal Highness was in the East Palace, and the feeling of honor has always been with him.
At the same time, His Highness had just given him two secret tasks.
First, let him return to his hometown to see if there is any unrest.
Then let him contact Zhuge Xiaobai in Wanbao Pavilion in His Highness's personal name.
Lin Yu is not stupid.
His Highness didn't ask him to go back to his hometown to see if there was any unrest. He simply wanted him to go home and see.
He hasn't been back for too long, too long.
As a contractor who protects His Highness, how can he have any real free time of his own?
But he didn't expect that His Highness would actually give him a holiday by arranging tasks in this way.
His Highness also said that the mission is urgent and can be set off tomorrow morning.
But the time given by the task is very generous, a full month.
The thought of going back made him a little nervous and excited for no reason.
Zhao Wujiang glanced at Lin Yu, who was running around kneading snowballs like a naughty boy. He smiled and shook his head.
Small snowflakes fell from the sky, but after a few breaths, the small snowflakes turned into large pieces of snow like goose feathers.
Falling into the world one after another.
Zhao Wujiang took a piece of snow and watched the crystal clear snowflakes melting quickly in his palm. He murmured softly:
"Heavy snow is coming, it's time to take action..."
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"Found it?"
Deep in the rows of bookshelves, leaning in the shadows, Yue Bufan's voice was a little hoarse, and now he was a little more excited.
A masked man in black robe stood respectfully in a place illuminated by weak candlelight, lowering his eyebrows and nodding:
"According to the spy's information, my subordinates searched according to the map and found that the hiding place should be a gathering place for mortals in Wutong Continent of the Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty, or in the wilderness of Nanhe Continent in the southern region of Shenshui River."
"Check again! We must find the exact location." Yue Bufan could not see clearly his appearance in the shadow, like a dark cloud that was constantly billowing.
"Yes!" The masked man in black robe bowed and said yes, and his figure slowly dissipated like smoke.
An ancient book on the bookshelf was pulled out, and in the dim candlelight, Yue Bufan's pale, paper-like hands were vaguely visible.
"Zhao Wujiang...I'm about to find your wife and daughter for you..." A hoarse laughter filled with murderous intent rang out, and Yue Bufan in the shadow smiled a little strangely:
"When the time comes, you will definitely thank me properly..."
"You shouldn't come back to life! You're already dead!"
"You are obviously dead, why do you want to get involved with Wang Xi again?"
"What I am now is all thanks to you."
"It's only now that I understand that the way I used to be was all thanks to you."
"It's a pity that you are hiding, you don't know anything, you can't see anything."
"But your wife's death...hehe...I will definitely let everyone know!"
"Before she dies, I want to taste her, haha..."
"Ahem..."
"Cough cough cough..."
Yue Bufan smiled, coughed violently, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out, flowing from the shadow to the dim candlelight.
The blood was as black as ink and beating strangely.
It was like boiling, and like there were countless insects densely packed in the blood.
