"Find a way to give her an identity in this world." The black dragon walked beside the woman in blue and said softly.
"good"
The woman in blue quickly formed a seal in her hand, and a ray of white light hit the unconscious woman. The woman's body shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye until it became as big as a pill. The black dragon nodded with satisfaction, then turned into a dragon shadow and flew towards the sky.
The woman in blue looked at the pill in her hand and poked it with her index finger. "What identity should I give you?" After saying that, she noticed someone approaching at a very fast speed. The woman in blue put the pill into a glass bottle. , "Don't worry, with my Xiangyun here, no one can take it away from you, Zixing."
So he placed a pregnant female official under a tree and changed her memory. A flash of blue light flashed, and the woman in blue disappeared instantly, leaving behind a shadow of the black dragon.
When Gong Hu arrived, he saw the black dragon disappear in a flash, and there was an unconscious female official under the tree. He walked towards her, looked at her carefully, and then asked someone to take her to the cell for questioning, only to find that The woman had already gone crazy and kept talking about how she was pregnant with Shenlong's child. Gong Hu originally wanted to kill her, but he let her go after Bo Ziyun's persuasion.
It was night, pitch black and boundless. A nimble figure avoided all defense systems and stopped steadily in front of a safe. He took out his glasses. Sure enough, as she expected... suddenly, the lights came on.
"Haha, that's right. He deserves to be the number one in the secret service. His skills are so good. Han Ye, the information you provided is indeed correct." A man in a white suit sat on the sofa, shaking a red wine glass in his hand. Looked at Zhaoyue with interest.
"As long as you're satisfied." Han Ye said expressionlessly.
"It's you!" Zhao Yue looked at Han Ye in disbelief. Once she went out on a mission and saved him, who was very skilled but lost his memory, the man he had been deeply in love with before.
"Have you recovered your memory?"
"Yes." He was as cold as ever.
"Okay, I'll interrupt you to reminisce. Now, my dear Zhaoyue, you have two choices. One is to submit to me, and the other is..." "I choose three, kill you." Ling Shao's words Before he finished speaking, Zhao Yue immediately interrupted him and swung the dart in his hand, and instantly shot it through Han Ye's throat.
"Sister!" A childish voice came from behind Zhaoyue.
"Xiaoyang!" Hearing Zhaoyang's voice, Zhaoyue paused and was instantly hit by a bullet.
"Sister, leave me alone and leave quickly. It's my aunt. My aunt betrayed you. Xiaoyang is already half dead. It's not worth my sister's life to save me." Zhaoyang saw that Zhaoyue was shot and kept struggling. However, he had suffered from twenty years of illness. He couldn't break away from the two big men at all. In desperation, he could only grab the gun from the big man's hand in the chaos, and put it tremblingly on his forehead, "Sister, go quickly--" "Bang--"
In an instant, the whole room fell silent. Young Master Ling couldn't sit still anymore. He stood up and left in a hurry, "You guys, kill her."
"Haha, you all, go to hell." She had already placed bombs around her, and smiled sadly. This was her habit. Every time she avoided a trap, she would plant a bomb. This trap in the Ling family villa Heavy, there are naturally countless bombs.
"Boom -" The whole night was as bright as day, a black shadow passed over the sky, the moon disappeared on the spot, and the Ling family villa was like fireworks blooming at this moment, the bang continued, with deep reluctance, Ling Shao watched Zhu Zhaoyue disappeared, his eyes filled with strong hatred.
"Where is here?" After Zhaoyue woke up, she found herself wrapped in a pile of green mucus. She wanted to reach out and touch something, but found that she had no feeling in her limbs and could not make any sound. What happened? thing? Before she could figure it out, a wave of dizziness hit her, and Zhao Yue fell into a deep sleep again, while the liquid around her body was constantly washing her body and recasting her meridians.
ten years later
The moon is like a curved hook, and the clear light falls from the window. The only thing in the house was a broken table, a bed and a dresser that couldn't be called a dresser. It can be seen in the cracked bronze mirror that the girl who was originally lying on the bed suddenly disappeared. The figure on the roof rose and fell a few times, and then disappeared.
About ten miles away from the broken courtyard, an endless bamboo forest appeared in front of you. In the forest, the figure of an immortal figure swayed slightly, "Zhao'er, bring your tail here again." The figure that had been moving forward suddenly turned around, and his hands became claws. , and threw himself at the person behind him. Seeing that the situation was not good, the person immediately turned around and was pulled back to the original position by the old man with a wave of his sleeve. At this time, Zhaoyue was close to him and held his lifeline with three fingers. "Someone is here to practice martial arts with me again." The man's pupils dilated instantly. He was fooled! As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, he lost consciousness.
"It's boring, it's always such a small role." Mo Lan squatted next to the man and poked his face towel.
"Zhao'er, don't underestimate your opponent. Maybe next time it won't be so simple. Your Miao Shadow Step has already broken through the ninth level. If you can't defeat it in the future, it can save your life." The old Taoist slowly walked out of the forest. Stroking his beard with one hand, he said to Mo Lan meaningfully.
"Yes, master, I have made a note of this. If you can't beat him, run away." Mo Lan stood up immediately and bowed to the old Taoist.
"Hmm, also, your mind-controlling flute has been unable to break through the third level. As for why, you have to ask your own mind. Anyone who controls other people's minds must first have no mind." Yun Fengqing snorted uncomfortably. , and then took out a book and a flute, "This Wind and Cloud Palm is passed down to you. With your current ability, it is time to learn it. Remember, never use the last move unless absolutely necessary, and , this graceful breeze is given to you, use it well, and do not give it to others. One day, you will understand."
Yun Fengqing was chattering, and Mo Lan seemed to feel something: "Master, are you leaving?"
"You and I have been masters and apprentices for five years, and I am very reluctant to leave you. But... we will discuss it later. When you have achieved success in your career, I will come to find you." There is something in Yun Fengqing's words. Mo Lan was also in the fog. When he looked up again, his mentor had already disappeared.
Looking at the big man on the ground, Mo Lan pulled off his face towel, stuffed a medicine into his mouth, and tied him to a tree with a cane to prevent him from being eaten by wild beasts.
Back in the courtyard, Mo Lan quietly slipped back into bed, closed her eyes and calmed down, and it was noon before she knew it.
"Bang--" The door to the room was kicked open, "Sister, get up quickly, something good is going to happen." A cute little guy climbed onto Mo Lan's bed. His name was Mo Ju, the son of Yun Mengdie. He is two years younger than Mo Lan, and he wholeheartedly follows his eldest sister to do things. Mo Lan has indeed instilled a lot of strange thoughts into him. Regarding this, Yunmengdie was hating and angry. Her son was actually so close to that bitch's daughter. As the head of the house, she often set traps for the mother and daughter because of this, but every time she was forced to do so. Destroyed by Mo Ju.
"What's going on? It's so noisy." Mo Lan rubbed her eyes. She was quite unhappy at being woken up. If it wasn't something fun, she would definitely lift Mo Ju out upside down.
"I eavesdropped outside my father's study today. What do you think I heard?" Mo Ju approached Mo Lan with a mysterious look on his face. Mo Lan pushed his face away ruthlessly, "Guess whether I can guess or not."
"You must not have guessed. Let me tell you. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Daxing is coming to our Bao Kingdom recently. As the marshal of a country, my father will naturally go to the city gate to greet him. When the time comes, let's quietly hide under the carriage and take a look!"
"Prince and eunuch, I'm not interested." Mo Lan waved her hand and planned to turn over and continue sleeping.
"What if I told you that the Crown Prince came to praise the country this time for that thing?" Mo Lan immediately got up, put on his clothes and put on his shoes. Mo Ju was dazzled by the sight. "Let's go." "Where to go?" Mo Ju looked at Mo Lan with a cute expression.
"Go and see His Highness the Crown Prince." Mo Lan looked serious.
"His Royal Highness will not arrive until early next month."
"The door is on the left, please take your time."
"..."
"Ouch--" It was the full night of the twelfth lunar month, and the spiritual beasts in the Helan Mountains were all restless, as if something big was about to come out.
The king of Baoguo woke up from his sleep and immediately summoned Mo Qinyong into the palace.
"Bang - sister, I..." Mo Ju kicked open the door of Mo Lan's room and was taken out before he could finish his words.
"If you don't know how to knock next time, I won't mind kicking you in." Mo Lan grabbed Mo Ju's collar and said calmly. After speaking, he walked towards the stone table in the courtyard, sat on the stone bench under Mo Ju's tearful gaze, and drank his homemade herbal tea leisurely.
"Tell me, what are you doing here with me?" He held up his chin and looked at the bun-faced man with a half-smile.
"Hey, eldest sister, do you know what happened last night?" Mo Ju quickly ran to the table, sat down, and said vaguely while eating pastries.
"What's going on? It's just that those beasts in the mountains are making a lot of noise and I can't sleep well. Maybe some rare spiritual beast is going to appear. Eat slowly, it's all in your mouth." After Mo Lan finished speaking, he took the He took out the handkerchief in his arms and wiped the corners of Mo Ju's mouth.
"Hmm, it seems you don't know that my father was called to the palace by the old king last night."
"oh?"
"The old king asked his father to take people from the three major families to the Helan Mountains for training. The time is set to be half a month later, on the day when the crown prince comes." Mo Ju clapped his hands and looked at Mo Lan with an eyebrow raised, "How about it? Are you interested in doing something? Is it a big deal?"
"You, just calm down and stay in the house. Don't go anywhere. The eldest son of the Ling family will definitely go there this time. If you still want to suffer at his hands, just go ahead and make a fuss." He grabbed Mo. Ju's hand carefully wiped his fat hands clean.
The two siblings were talking and laughing in the yard, but there were some people who were restless and wanted to seek death, so don't blame her for being cruel. "Little Baobao, go back to your mother's place. Look, your little tail is following you again." Looking at the people hiding outside the courtyard, Mo Ju's brows wrinkled nicely, "These guys are really annoying. I can't even talk to my sister properly. Sister, I'm going back first, and don't call me little bag anymore, I'm already a man." After saying that, he pouted, holding his short arms and taking one step at a time. He turned around and left Junlan Courtyard.
Mo Lan smiled strangely, "If I don't call you Xiao Bao Bao, why should I call you Mo Ju? It's a bit ambiguous."
