Qin Dynasty snare people

The conversation between Luo Yan and Mo Ya ended quickly.

However, when the two of them walked out of a side alley, the atmosphere between them seemed to have changed. At best, they were almost like a family, but they were just hanging on each other's backs.

Bai Feng and Han Qiancheng were both slightly stunned when they saw this scene.

Neither of them knew what happened in just a few minutes, which actually made the relationship between the two grow by leaps and bounds.

Could it be that you agreed? !

Han Qiancheng's eyes narrowed and he stared at Luo Yan indifferently.

Luo Yan cupped his hands towards Mo Ya and said with a smile on his face: "Brother Mo Ya, see you later."

"Then I will welcome you sir at the General's Mansion."

Mo Crow responded with a smile.

"Let's go."

Luo Yan nodded, and then looked at Han Qiancheng, who was obviously not quite right. He glanced at him, said softly, and then walked onto the carriage silently.

Is this the end? !

Han Qiancheng was surprised, then he calmed down, glanced at Mo Ya and Bai Feng, turned and walked towards the carriage, feeling full of curiosity and confusion at this moment.

Mo Ya is not that simple. What did Luo Yan say that made him give up?

"Stop looking, withdraw your troops and leave."

Mo Ya glanced at Bai Feng, who had no eyesight beside him, and ordered.

"What did you say?"

Bai Feng made a gesture to the soldiers beside him, asking them to let go of the road, and then looked at Mo Ya curiously, with confusion and confusion on his face.

What ability does that guy named Luo Yan have that suddenly makes Mo Ya's attitude change so drastically that he even ignores the general's mission?

"It doesn't matter what we say. Just remember, if you see that guy with a better attitude in the future, if nothing else happens, there will be another ruthless person in Xinzheng, someone even more ruthless than the Emerald Tiger~"

The smile in Mo Crow's eyes had completely disappeared. He looked at the carriage gradually going away and reminded him softly.

"Is the Emerald Tiger cruel?"

Bai Feng frowned, with an expression of disapproval on her delicate little face, and retorted.

He never thought that fat man was so powerful.

If the general hadn't valued him so much, Bai Feng would have had a hundred ways to kill him silently.

"You weren't even born when Jade Tiger made his fortune. That guy was more than just a fat guy, but this time you can see how that guy started his fortune. If nothing else happens, Jade Tiger will be replaced by him."

Mo Ya said in a deep voice.

? ? ?

Bai Feng looked at Mo Ya with those clear eyes, a little puzzled, hoping that the other party could explain it carefully.

Mo Ya also glanced at the younger brother next to him, especially those pure and clean eyes, and suddenly felt a sense of sadness and pain in his balls. He had taught Bai Feng all these years.

Bai Feng is already sixteen years old this year, and it's really a headache for him to still be so childish in his thinking.

"Come to Goulan with me tonight. You are almost old. I will find you a baby as a gift to your adulthood."

Mo Ya hesitated for a moment and then suggested to Bai Feng seriously.

"I'm not interested in those things, you have to go do it yourself."

When Bai Feng heard this, he frowned immediately, looked at Mo Ya with dissatisfaction, snorted softly, and disappeared in a flash of his body the next moment, as if he was angry.

"You're sixteen and you're still shy. Maybe you die one day and you haven't even touched a woman's hand. It's a loss."

Mo Ya shook his head, a little helpless, and continued to sigh.

"Children just don't know how good women are."

Now he has to be the master, the eldest brother, and the father. This life is at the mercy of Bai Feng.

Mo Crow took a deep breath and watched Bai Feng shuttle across the roof, with a hint of self-mockery and worry in his eyes.

He also hopes that Bai Feng can continue like this.

Live the way he once wanted to live.

But they are killers after all, Ye Mu's killers, and Ji Wuye's tools.

When a tool has too many ideas and the owner is not comfortable using it, that is when death comes.

"We should still take this kid to Goulan for fun, but how can we trick him into going?"

Mo Crow touched his chin and thought seriously, his slightly evil eyes showing some concentration and seriousness.

Do you want to take medicine? ?

But soon Mo Crow put this incident behind him.

Because the soldiers around him had finished reorganizing, it was time for him to go back and report the mission to the general.

. . . . . .

the other side.

Although Han Qiancheng had many doubts, he obviously could not directly ask Luo Yan these words.

The entire journey was silent.

The carriage finally stopped at the door of a mansion.

"Sir has arrived."

Han Qiancheng suppressed his worries and his attitude has returned to respect. No matter what happened before, Luo Yan is at least his adoptive father's honored guest now and cannot be neglected. As for what happened on the road, he will inform his adoptive father later and let him Just decide for yourself.

Luo Yan got off the carriage, exchanged words with passenger Han Qian, and then led him towards the interior of the mansion.

But before leaving, Luo Yan glanced at the carriage.

The two maids in the carriage did not follow them out, and the carriage and the carriage were taken away by an attendant from the palace.

"Young lady's technique is good."

Luo Yan praised in his heart.

. . . . . .

In the backyard of the mansion, in a study room.

A handsome man wearing a blue robe was reading a scroll of bamboo slips.

The man was of extraordinary bearing and majesty, his eyes were extremely bright, his kneeling posture was meticulous, and his expression was extremely focused. Even if two maids appeared at the door, they did not pay attention.

The two maids were clearly the two who had served Luo Yan in the carriage before.

Another moment passed.

The man gently put down the bamboo slip in his hand, looked at the two maids waiting outside the house with gentle and calm eyes, and said calmly: "Come in."

After hearing this, the two women walked in with small steps and saluted the man with great respect: "Young Master."

"how?"

Fourth Young Master Han Yu raised his head, looked at the two maids, and asked softly.

"Sir, this person has practiced martial arts. He should be using a sword, a sword in his right hand, and his inner breath is not weak. The specific level can only be seen by using hands. However, he is not a killer. His posture and reaction are not what a killer should have. His disguise was very clever to rule out.”

"The taste is strong. I like strong tea when I drink tea. I don't care about the heavy-smelling incense in the car, and I don't show any expressions of rejection..."

The two maids whispered what they were exploring.

"So, the possibility of a killer is very low, but it's normal. My ninth brother going to Songhai to study is unlikely to be related to the killer."

Han Yu nodded slightly and said with a light smile, his tone was very relaxed, but his eyes were a little solemn.

Why not? !

It would be great if he was just a killer. . . . .