Yan Huan

The night was as black as ink, and the north wind was blowing goose feathers and heavy snow, falling down in a disturbing manner.

Although frost shrouded the entire city of Moshuang, but because the New Year was approaching, the streets were lit up all night, and the voices of vendors shouting could be heard everywhere.

However, a remote and unremarkable courtyard near the main street fell into a deathly silence at this moment.

Mo Ze stood in the courtyard in fiery red long fur. On his ink-like hair, there were sporadic snowstorms, his eyes were gloomy, with a thick evil spirit, and sticky blood slowly flowed from the tip of the sharp sword. Falling, dripping into the sand, permeating quickly.

Looking up, corpses dressed in green clothes are displayed everywhere in the desolate courtyard. Even if they are not breathing, they still have their eyes wide open, looking at the bloodthirsty man with resentment and fear. , Such a weird picture makes one's hair stand on end.

After wiping the blood on the sword with a handkerchief unhurriedly, Moze looked down at the comatose man beside his feet. His face was covered in blood and his original appearance could no longer be seen. The tattered clothes hung loosely on his body. Unable to hide the scars all over his body, he frowned slightly, and casually discarded the blood-stained handkerchief in the courtyard. Regardless of the blood stains all over his body, he committed himself to hugging the man by the waist, and then flew away.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew up, and the air immediately filled with a strong smell of blood.

At the same time, a group of people from the other side came roaring through the cold and snow, and arrived at the gate of the courtyard half an hour after Moze left.

The leading man was dressed in a dark red robe, with a big black fur draped over his body, and an indescribable spirit rushed towards his face.

In the wind and snow, Tang Gongmo looked at the courtyard with the closed gate, his eyes were cold, and he was extremely sensitive to the smell of blood after being in charge of the Tang Family's Punishment Hall for many years.

Pushing open the gloomy and pitch-black courtyard door effortlessly, seeing the dilapidated corpses in the courtyard, Tang Gongmo frowned tightly, and ordered in a deep voice, "Clean it up."

"Yes."

That night, the attendant standing outside the study door listened to the voice of the Patriarch of the Tang family scolding loudly inside, and tremblingly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. The Patriarch hadn't been so angry for a long time.

"Dog slave, get out!"

The attendant trembled, hurriedly opened the door and walked in with a bent body. Seeing the broken teacups and teapots scattered on the ground, he panicked and knelt down.

"Find Tang Mu for me immediately."

"Yes, yes, servant is going now!" The servant who was prostrate on the ground got up in a hurry, and walked out of the door quickly. He finally let out his suffocated breath. He had to run to the courtyard of Tang Mu, the second master of the Tang family.

At this moment, compared to the hustle and bustle of the Tang family, Zheyan Villa is quite quiet.

Mo Yu held the black chess piece in his hand, frowned lightly, looked at the chessboard that had become a foregone conclusion, and finally gave up his dying struggle, spread his hands, and destroyed the whole chess game: "No more, no more!"

Mo Yan is dressed in blue, with a handsome face, holding a piece of emerald jade in his hand, and has a scholarly air, which is very comfortable and the most let people off guard, looking at the impatient Mo Yu opposite, he chuckled: "You will Mo Ze I have learned a lot of tricky kung fu."

Mo Yu was not annoyed when he heard the words, but just picked up the damp and hot handkerchief beside him, and wiped his slender fingers carelessly, with a hint of worry on his brows.

Mo Yan looked at Mo Yu, who had been absent-minded all night, and said, "Mo Ze is gone, no one can die."

Mo Yu came to his senses when he heard the words, looked at Mo Yan who was watching him quietly, and spoke sternly for a while, "If someone dies, the Tang family will wait to be buried with him."

Mo Yan rolled his eyes and laughed silently: "Tang Mu is not a kind person. He escaped privately and was arrested this time. He didn't die and was seriously injured. It can be regarded as a lesson from him."

Mo Yu sighed helplessly when he heard the words: "I hope it's true."