Cold River Moon Shadow

"Have you had enough trouble?" The man wearing a half sterling silver mask said coldly, and threw the person in his arms onto the bed.

"Ouch!" With a groan, the "unconscious" person opened his eyes in pain, sat up on the edge of the bed with a full face of grievance, "Master, how dare Xiaoying make a fuss?"

"Huh," Han Mo snorted coldly, rushed forward, pinched Yueying's jaw and tilted it upwards, "Today, why are you standing out, tell me!"

"No way!" Yueying pursed her pink lips and frowned, "Xiaoying is just trying to save herself."

"To make a living for yourself?" Han Mo let go of his hand without comment, turned around and walked to the bamboo chair to sit down, "Tell me, who gave my Xiaoying a bad temper?"

"Isn't it Yingying?" Yueying stood up angrily and walked to Han Mo's side, wrapped her hands around Han Mo's neck, swung her dress, and sat sideways on Han Mo's lap.

"Oh?" Han Mo narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Since Yingying is her imperial concubine, how long has she been in the way of my playboy?"

"Hmph, she is just jealous that Xiaoying can always be by the Lord's side," Yueying said angrily, "so some grandson of the Minister of Rites was found out of the palace, and by coincidence, he insisted on sending it to my Muchun Tower!"

"Haha, did he steal my Xiaoying's limelight?"

"Hmph, it's a pity that she made a wrong calculation." Yueying raised her beautiful jade face, her expression was full of pride, "Don't look at that Chen Anzhi delivered it last night, and picked up more than ten guests in a row."

Yue Ying paused, and proudly said: "However, when they heard that I was going to perform a dance tonight, those benefactors abandoned Chen Anzhi one after another, and fell under my pomegranate skirt."

"Xiaoying, your story is too fake." Han Mo snorted coldly, stretched out his right hand and clasped Yueying's throat, with only three parts of force, the person on his lap closed his eyes in pain.

Endure silently, never struggle.

Because every struggle results in double the pain.

"I want to hear you tell the truth." Han Mo let go, and pushed Yueying to the ground without mercy.

Yueying frowned in pain, and after a while, she stood up with a smile on the contrary: "It's boring to see through it!"

"Don't test my patience." Han Mo played with the jade wrench on his index finger, his tone getting colder.

"Yes, I feel sorry for Chen Anzhi. I wanted to vent my anger on him. I deliberately danced my palms and let him help me when I fell." Yueying said with a smile, "My goal has been achieved. That Song Kun's hand was fleshed out by Akui. Removing tendons, he deserves it!"

"Well, what then?" Han Mo continued to play with the jade wrench without raising his head.

"Then?" Yueying sneered, "I'm afraid Xiaoying won't eat chicken feet or duck feet in the future."

"Why?" Han Mo raised his head and asked knowingly.

"I'm afraid Song Kun's pair of thick white claws will appear in front of my eyes when I see chicken feet." Yueying laughed.

"You still haven't told the truth," Han Mo's eyes became colder, "at least you haven't told the whole truth."

"Hey!" Yueying walked slowly to the bed and leaned against the head of the bed, "Since Master doesn't believe me, Xiaoying has nothing to say."

"Chen Han." Han Mo said coldly, "It's because of Shen Han, right?"

"Bring him up again!" Yueying stood up abruptly, "What exactly does Master want Xiaoying?"

"Hmph, why, is it right?"

Xiaoying, I hope you will never forget that no matter how smart you are, I, Han Mo, am the hunter standing behind you.

Shen Han and Jiang Yin, don't think that I really don't know their origins, but they are also my pawns of Han Mo.

Tianlin needs a "deceased" prince like Jiang Yin to stir up the situation in the court. I want to watch Tianlin country step by step towards internal and external troubles, and become strong on the outside but on the inside.

No one can escape from my schemes of Han Mo, not Shen Han, Jiang Yin, Xiaoying—and even less so you.

"Hmph, since Master said so," Yue Ying laughed, "Shen Han is such a handsome young man, Xiao Ying fell in love with him at first sight three years ago."

"Finally admitted?" Han Mo's eyes revealed a dangerous signal.

"So, I beg you to be fulfilled, why not..." Yueying walked to Han Mo, knelt down, put her elbows on Han Mo's knees, and rested her cheeks on her hands, "You can find a way to get Shen Han Come to Muchun Tower, so that Xiaoying can see him every day, and save him from the pain of lovesickness."

"Hahaha," Han Mo smiled instead of anger, "He's playing hard to get."

"What are you talking about? Xiaoying doesn't understand. I just want to make Xiaoying happy."

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill Shen Han because of what you just said?"

"What are you afraid of?" Yueying smiled lightly, "This is not the first time you have killed someone for Xiaoying."

"Interesting! It's getting more and more interesting!" Han Mo stretched out his hands and hugged Yueying horizontally, "Don't worry, I will keep this Shen Han useful."

A Ningxiang pill was fed mouth-to-mouth into Yueying's mouth, and she took off the red shirt to reveal Shengxue's jade muscles, smelling the faint fragrance of orchids...

The person under him, tactful Cheng Huan, has already made these into habits.

I don't know when it started, every time he and Yueying had a good time, Han Mo would always force Yueying to say something he liked.

At first, Yueying gritted her teeth and refused to speak.

Later, Han Mo always found a way to make Yueying more obedient:

"Xiaoying, uh... talk, say you uh... like me..."

"Well... hi... like..."

now it's right.Although he knew it was fake, Han Mo just liked to hear it.

When the wind stopped and the rain stopped, Han Mo hugged Yue Ying, whose complexion was a little flushed because of the love he had just endured. He stroked his jade-like face that was always at the age of sixteen or seven, and said lightly: " Now, I just want to hear you tell the truth."

"Tell... what's the truth?" The bone-eroding ecstasy needle was shot directly into the viscera just now. This form made Yueying feel even more painful.

"Chen Anzhi," Han Mo said, "you want to save him, don't you?"

"Yeah." Moon Shadow nodded.

"Because Shen Han brought Jiang Yin here today and wanted to take him in, right?"

Moon Shadow nodded again.

"Okay, I can help you." I couldn't hear Han Mo's tone, which made Yueying even more uneasy, "Tomorrow, let Shen Han and Jiang Yin take Chen Anzhi's body away."

"Grandpa, what are you talking about?" The fine sweat oozes from the forehead without knowing whether it's from pain or fright.

"Chen Anzhi was beaten to death by Song Kun." Han Mo kneaded Yueying's smooth jade arm, "Someone will report it to Emperor Tianlin tomorrow."

It turned out to be the case.

"Go ahead and talk," Han Mo helped Yueying up, touched the bruised hickeys on his neck, "give Chen Anzhi the Dementor Pill."

"What do you mean?" Yueying asked, enduring the pain.

"Why, are you so stupid?" Han Mo's voice did not have the slightest warmth, "This Chen Anzhi may be useful to us. Shen Han and Jiang Yin value him so much, which further verifies my guess."

"Master, do you think that Shen Han and Jiang Yin have something to do with the former prince?" Yueying felt faintly uneasy.

"That's right." Han Mo nodded and said, picked up Yueying's red dress and put it on for him, "This Jiang Yin is not an ordinary person, Chen Anzhi will be at our disposal just like Princess Bingyi after taking the soul-hunting pill. This chess piece that was sent to the door is not in vain."

Yueying shuddered and gasped.

"Still hurting?" Han Mo asked quietly.

"Yeah, I don't know how long it will be like this." These words seemed to be asking Han Mo, but more like asking himself.

"No accident, three years."

Three years... huh, three more years.

There are still three years before people are not humans and ghosts are not ghosts.

Han Mo has always known that Yueying's heart is not cruel enough. From childhood to adulthood, Yueying escaped and committed suicide, but she failed every time.Because Han Mo is much more ruthless than him:

If he escapes, that's fine, everyone involved must die;

He committed suicide, that's fine, those who didn't watch him also had to die.

Since you won't let me die, Yueying once thought, then I will live and wait for the opportunity to watch you die.

However, perhaps it is just right: a good man does not live long, and the scourge of 1000 years is the old saying.

For such a long time, not to mention that the sky has come to accept him, Han Mo even rarely fell ill. On the contrary, the power of Yutian Pavilion is getting stronger and stronger.

Yueying always felt that Han Mo actually had another identity, but Han Mo didn't give him a chance to prove it.

Moon Shadow lived in Muchun Building for three years.As the leading young lady, she is smiling in front of others.

This identity always reminds Yueying that he is humble.

But, fortunately, he was only Han Mo's child molester, and he never had to worry about his body being trampled on by others.

However, when he took off his red clothes and put on the night clothes.What flashed in his eyes was no longer a charming light, but replaced by the indifference of a killer.

"Who is it?" Shen Han was aware of a figure flashing past the edge of the window, "Ah Yin, be careful!"

"Whoosh"!Before the words fell, a black iron dart pierced through the screen window and extinguished the lights with the sound of wind.

"Who is it?" Protecting Jiang Yin behind him, Shen Hanqiang struggled with the man in black who had entered through the broken window.

Who is it?Is it for Ah Yin?Could it be that Ah Yin's identity has been revealed?

Before they had time to think about it, the two of them had been fighting for more than [-] rounds. Suddenly, the man in black seemed to be unable to catch up, and his strength gradually weakened. Shen Han seized the opportunity and slapped him head-on.

The man didn't have time to dodge, and took it directly.Stumbled, took a few steps back...

"Shua"!The oil lamp was rekindled, and a ray of light shone beside the bed.

"Stop!" The scene in front of him made Shen Han's heart tremble: the man in black stuffed something into Chen Anzhi's mouth quickly!

When Shen Han was in a hurry, he had already used a lot of energy in his palm.The man was startled and dodged back, but was still a step slow. Although he avoided the vital point on his chest, he still received the palm firmly on his left shoulder.

Frowning slightly, he didn't resist, turned around deftly, and the man in black jumped out of the window...