The system takes the poor cub to find his father

The sky gradually darkened, the setting sun was like blood, dyeing the whole world red.

"Boss, Boss, Wu Ze and his men have discovered that the Emperor of the Dayu Dynasty is here!" 478's voice was filled with worry.

Ever since Wu Ze became aware of Ming Yunqi's existence, he has been shrouded in an inexplicable sense of uneasiness. He has repeatedly sought to see his master, but each time his requests were met with no response.

This feeling of being ignored made him, a usually calm man, panic.

He knew that the appearance of Emperor Dayu was no accident and that a storm was about to sweep in.

At that moment, he had only one thought, which was to send Wu Yue away to a safe place.

Wu Yue hugged Wu Ze's arm tightly, refusing to let go, her eyes red and tears welled up in them.

"Brother, I don't want to leave you, wuwu, don't send me away." His voice was filled with tears.

Seeing his brother crying so sadly, Wu Ze felt a sharp pain in his heart. He stretched out his hand to touch his head, but stopped in mid-air.

"Be obedient, brother will pick you up later." He tried to make his voice sound firm, but the slightly trembling tone still revealed his inner reluctance.

"No, brother lied, you won't pick me up!" Wu Yue suddenly raised her head and accused loudly, tears bursting out uncontrollably,

"I know you came to our territory because of the Emperor of Dayu. You are afraid that our identities will be exposed and we will be arrested!" His eyes were full of grievance and anger, staring straight at Wu Ze.

"You want to send me away because you're afraid of getting me implicated, brother, right?" Wu Yue became increasingly agitated, grabbing Wu Ze's arm with both hands.

Wu Ze looked at his brother, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, helplessness, heartache, and worry intertwined.

"Yue'er, do you know that Mingxu, the young master of the Ming family, has been taken back by the Emperor of Dayu?" He spoke slowly, his voice low and heavy, "Do you know what this means? The fact that he was able to take the young master away from the master's house proves that he has the master's approval."

There was a hint of despair in his eyes, "We have completely lost the protection of our master."

"No, the master loves me the most, how could he leave us alone!" Wu Yue's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief, "I'm going to ask the master for clarification!" As he said that, he suddenly broke free from Wu Ze's hand and rushed out the door. His petite figure ran so fast that when the guards behind him reacted, they almost didn't catch him.

"Yue'er, one of us must survive." Wu Ze looked at Wu Yue's back, his eyes becoming deep and determined. He winked at the guard behind Wu Yue, who understood and sighed silently in his heart: Young Master, I'm sorry.

The guard rushed forward, raised his hand high, and then slashed Wu Yue's neck fiercely. Wu Yue felt a black screen in front of his eyes, and his body fell limply, losing consciousness.

"Take him away!" Wu Ze took a deep look at his unconscious younger brother, his eyes full of attachment and reluctance.

After a while, he slowly stretched out his hand, trying to brush the hair on Wu Yue's forehead aside, but stopped mid-air, as if he was afraid of disturbing his brother's sweet dream. "Let's go!" He gritted his teeth, his voice choking with a hint of sob.

"Yes, Master." The guard did not dare to delay, and wrapped Wu Yue tightly in his cloak, held her in his arms, and hurried out of the courtyard gate. Just as they were about to step out of the courtyard gate, suddenly, the gate of the courtyard was blown away by a huge force, and hit the ground with a "bang", splashing a cloud of dust.

A group of fully armed soldiers rushed in like a tide and surrounded the place in an instant. They held sharp blades, flashing cold light, and exuded a murderous aura.

Wu Ze's heart trembled, and he immediately realized that something was wrong. His eyes suddenly changed, like an angry beast, full of vigilance. He kicked the door frame that was rushing towards Wu Yue, and the door frame flew out like a cannonball, hitting the wall beside it with a dull sound. Then, he used his other hand to pull the guard away from danger and stood in front of them. He looked at the newcomer with a vigilant expression, his eyes were filled with murderous intent, and the aura around him seemed to become cold.

"Who are you to dare to trespass into Bai's mansion!" Wu Ze shouted sternly.

"Wu Ze, a member of the Wu tribe from the previous dynasty, right?" The leader took a step forward, with a faint smile on his face, but it did not give people any sense of warmth.

"I'm ordered to come here to ask Young Master Wu to go on a journey. I hope Young Master Wu won't make things difficult for me, otherwise I can't guarantee that the people Young Master Wu Ze wants to protect will be able to escape safely." As he said this, he looked meaningfully at Wu Yue, who was blocked behind Wu Ze and held in the arms of the guards.

Wu Ze turned back and saw Wu Yue in a coma. His face turned pale as paper. He clenched his hands unconsciously, his fingertips turned white due to the force, and the veins on his arms bulged slightly.

After a long silence, Wu Ze slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he was making his final struggle.

Finally, he retracted the black thread wrapped around his fingertips. The black thread seemed to have life and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, as if it had never appeared. He closed his eyes, as if he was bowing to fate and admitting defeat:

"Okay, I'll go with you, but you have to promise me to ensure his safety, otherwise I don't mind taking you with him!" His voice was low and firm, with a determination to fight to the death.

The leader did not take his threat seriously. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a contemptuous smile. He waved his hand and asked the soldiers to make way for him.

"Young Master!" The guard looked at Wu Ze, his eyes full of worry and reluctance.

"Go!" Wu Ze glared at him fiercely, with an order in his eyes that could not be disobeyed. The guard did not dare to say anything more, hugged Wu Yue tightly in his arms, and used his Qinggong skills to quickly disappear into the night.

"Young Master Wu, can you accompany us now?" The leader raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, but there was no warmth in that smile.

"Okay, I'll go with you." Wu Ze looked calm, as if he had already accepted his fate. He slowly stretched out his hands and surrendered.

The leader did not embarrass him, but just symbolically put shackles on his wrists. The shackles felt cold, but Wu Ze seemed to feel nothing. The soldiers made way for him to walk in front.

Wu Ze was led away by them with an indifferent expression, but his mind was full of thoughts. He originally thought that his identity as a Wu clan member had been exposed, and what awaited him was being sent directly to prison and executed. However, as he walked, he found that the road around him was becoming more and more strange, but also vaguely familiar. He couldn't help but frown,

Why did he feel as if he had been here before?

As they walked further and further, Wu Ze finally confirmed that this seemed to be the old house of the child named Mingxu.

He frowned and thought, he really didn't know what these people were doing. It was the first time he felt so confused, as if he was in a fog and couldn't figure it out.

"Master Wu, come in." The leader personally untied the shackles on his wrists, then pushed open the door of the small courtyard that had obviously been tidied up, and motioned Wu Ze to go in.

Wu Ze was full of doubts, not knowing what they were up to.

But when you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head, not to mention that he has that brother who was let go, so he can't act rashly. Helplessly, Wu Ze gritted his teeth and walked in.

The moment he entered, Wu Ze felt as if a transparent barrier rose from his feet. The barrier was like an invisible film, isolating him from the outside world. The officers and soldiers who were originally behind him suddenly disappeared, as if they had never appeared, leaving him alone.