Feng Jun got his wish and bit someone, and wanted to stay in Mo Qin's room as usual, but was kicked out by Mo Qin.
In the dead of night.
Mo Qin, who had been sleeping soundly, was suddenly woken up by a gust of cold wind.
Mo Qin opened her eyes, and there was a gentle breeze blowing the bed curtains, coming slowly, bringing a burst of coolness.
She was suddenly startled, turned over and sat up on the bed, and saw that the window of the room was wide open, and a slightly thin boy in a moon-white robe was standing in front of the window.
The young man had long hair tied up high and wore a white mask on his face. The mask only had openings for his eyes and nose.
The silence was eerie, and Mo Qin didn't feel his gaze.
"Oh, your alertness is not bad. An Xuan has made a good apprentice."
Hear his voice before he sees him.
The man's voice was calm, powerful, and magnetic, making people's ears itch.
A man wearing a blue-gray robe appeared on the window. Song Tan had one leg crossed on the window and one leg hanging down, casual and casual.
Song Tan, who is in his thirties, looks no different from a young man in his early twenties.
He leaned slightly sideways against the window and looked at Mo Qin with interest, as if he was teasing the junior, which made him very happy.
Suddenly his vision froze and he squinted out of the window.
Song Tan jumped into the house, and the masked boy ducked to his right side.
"Uncle, I have been waiting for you in the capital for several days. I didn't expect you to have a leisurely journey..."
His smile made people wonder, "He actually has a half-demon."
Song Tan noticed them when they entered the city today, but he did not come out to fight with them immediately, but observed them from a distance.
The original owner had no impression of this uncle, and only glanced at him from a distance the few times they met.
Mo Qin put down his sword and bowed to Song Tan, "I've met Uncle Song!"
Song Tan nodded slightly, and just when Mo Qin completely let down his guard, the masked boy suddenly rushed over.
The masked boy's snow-white hands flashed with silver light. He held a sharp dagger and headed straight for Mo Qin's aorta.
Mo Qin dodged sideways and drew his sword to attack.
The masked boy's moves do not contain killing intent, but his movements are like the wind, brisk and precise.
Within a few rounds, Mo Qin was at a disadvantage, and after a few more rounds, the masked boy's dagger touched the side of her neck.
She lost.
Song Tan moved his fingers, and the masked boy immediately stopped his hand and stood next to Song Tan again.
He said lightly, "My skill is acceptable, but... it's not enough."
For a child with that bloodline, this skill alone is not enough to protect himself.
Song Tan smiled and said to Mo Qin:
"Little nephew, have a good rest. See you tomorrow."
Mo Qin felt that this smile was a bit scary for some reason.
This uncle is a bit abnormal.
Song Tan didn't know why he came here. After the fight, he casually left a comment, turned around and left through the window.
"..."
After a fight, my whole body was covered in sweat. How could I sleep?
Mo Qin speculated maliciously:
If he doesn't sleep most of the night, Master Song Tan will not have much hair.
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Early the next morning, Mo Qin saw Song Tan in the hotel lobby.
He wore a green robe, his hair was tied high, and he had the same hairstyle as the masked boy.
Song Tan and the masked boy were sitting at the table. Song Tan had a bowl of wontons in front of him, but the masked boy didn't even have a glass of water.
Song Tan said with a smile: "You can order whatever your nephew wants to eat, and your uncle will treat you as a greeting gift."
Meeting ceremony, a breakfast.
Generous.
Mo Qin casually ordered breakfast and his eyes fell on the masked boy.
Judging from his body shape, the boy seemed to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, but his skills were still fresh in Mo Qin's memory.
More importantly, Mo Qin smelled a faint demonic aura on his body during the fight last night.
Song Tan chewed a wonton and swallowed it before saying:
"His name is Zhu Sheng."
Song Tan didn't explain much, but Mo Qin suspected that Zhu Sheng was not a human, but a puppet, and the material used to make him might be a monster.
Song Tan asked abruptly:
"What do you think of Xuexi?"
Song Tan came here four days ago. He stayed at an inn and wandered around the city while waiting for Mo Qin and the others to come over.
After glancing at Mo Qin, his eyes quickly fell on Xue Xi.
This young and eye-catching prime minister.
The waiter brought the food up.
Mo Qin waited for the waiter to walk away before asking tentatively: "Is he a demon?"
Song Tan shook his head hesitantly, "It's hard to say, maybe not."
There is no trace of evil spirit in Xue Xi.
There is always a demonic energy in a demon. Even if it is carefully concealed, there will always be a trace of it leaking out in the place where he lives for a long time or when he uses demonic power.
If Xue Xi was a demon, Song Tan felt that he would not be unaware of it.
The conversation ended here, and the two of them didn't speak again.
At the same time, Feng Jun came down from upstairs. He sat next to Mo Qin. When he saw Song Tan, Feng Jun was surprisingly calm.
"Mo Qin, who is this young master?"
Feng Jun heard the noise last night. He originally thought it was some thief, but he didn't expect to hear that Song Tan was actually Mo Qin's uncle.
How could a master's uncle break into a woman's boudoir in the middle of the night?
Even elders should avoid suspicion.
Fortunately, later in the night, I heard Song Tan went to Jiang Yisheng's room again, and Jiang Yisheng was beaten up.
Song Tan glanced at Feng Jun a few more times, and Feng Jun looked back confidently.
Neither of them had a good impression of each other.
Jiang Yisheng came down last, and Yao Yao went downstairs with him.
Yao Yao saw Song Tan with scrutiny and a hint of fear in his eyes.
"Uncle Song!"
Jiang Yisheng saluted Song Tan, and the expression on his face was a bit ugly as he pulled the wound on his body.
When he opened his eyes in the middle of the night, he saw a masked man waving a knife at him.
He barely managed to escape, and then he was chased all over the house. In the end, he was scolded and said: The master's apprentice is nothing more than that.
Fortunately, Wuqing was still under his clothes, otherwise he wouldn't be able to see anyone today.
Song Tan glanced at Yao Yao.
Yao Yao trembled, and tried his best to put a smile on his face, "Mr. Song, it's a pleasure to meet you. My daughter's name is Yao Yao."
"Half-demon."
Song Tan looked away and did not respond to her.
Yao Yao clenched his hands tightly, his palms sweating a little.
She was carrying something given to her by Jiang Yisheng that could hide her demonic aura, but Song Tan saw through her identity at a glance.
What does it mean to only name her identity but not say anything?
Is Song Tan also a demon exterminator who doesn't reject demons like Jiang Yisheng?
Yao Yao was sitting on pins and needles, feeling like a mouse seeing a cat.
But she couldn't help but wonder, if a demon slayer as powerful as Song Tan was willing to help her, would she be able to get rid of the painful and weak half-demon status faster?
After the meal, Song Tan said directly: "I'll enter the palace later."
As the people with the highest seniority and strength, Mo Qin and Jiang Yisheng naturally had no objections.
After the meal, Song Tan said directly: "I'll enter the palace later."
As the people with the highest seniority and strength, Mo Qin and Jiang Yisheng naturally had no objections.
