[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

When Mo Yu got out of the car, he held the door curtain, and even deliberately left a hand for Duan Qingling to hold, but the protagonist completely ignored the former's kindness, his face was pale, and his body trembled slightly with anger, as if The next step is to exhaust my energy, as if I died suddenly.

"Qing Ling, we don't need to escape today."

In the carriage, the words of the black-clothed boy still echoed in his ears.

"Qing Ling, listen carefully."

Raising the curtain, the man begged with concern and even a hint of comfort.

"Qing Ling..."

"Stop talking!" Duan Qingling's complexion changed, he raised his hand to knock away Mo Yu's hand, and said in a stern voice, "Are you guarding against me?!"

Such intense questioning almost exhausted his last ounce of energy.Falling down slumped, he was about to fall off the edge of the carriage, but he fell into a warm and broad body. Mo Yu embraced him, and his white shirt and black clothes matched him very well... Duan Qingling finally I got out of the car, but I was surprised but not in danger.

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At the end of summer, the wind blew across the western suburbs of the capital, and the wind and the Hejiang River sparkled. Duan Qingling fell into his brother's arms, tears poured out of his eyes uncontrollably, he could feel it, accompanied by sobs, some Small and precious things are quietly breaking, and then, the gentle words of that person as always.

"Actually, it wouldn't be a loss if I really died here."

Duan Qingling felt a pain in his chest. He knew that Mo Yu was talking about the Fenghe River, about the scene of the most affectionate and prosperous scene in the end of summer, and about their biological father, Lord Hou.

Twelve iron cavalrymen surrounded the carriage heavily, and what they held in their hands was a sharp weapon that could be sharpened and double-clicked. However, Duan Qingling already knew clearly that the person who came was a friend rather than an enemy. At least, it was definitely not him. For, the dead servant of the imperial court.

His letter has been released long ago. Killing people for money is not a glamorous thing. The location must be secluded. Since there is no movement along the way, it must end here.

However, Duan Qingling felt a pain in his heart. The Young Pavilion Master already knew his plan, so the information he sent was naturally false.

The humid air was filled with a strong killing atmosphere. The leader of the cavalry in black got off his horse and knelt in front of Mo Yu with one knee. There was still a faint trace of blood on his clothes. It looked like he had just gone through a fight, so he calmed down. His words reveal the consistent and concise style of Tianyi Pavilion.

"My lord," said the man, "no one survived."

Duan Qingling felt a shudder in his heart when he heard that, yes, with such a good opportunity, if he didn't eradicate dissidents and kill people with a knife, he would be too sorry for the power that Tianyi Pavilion has risen rapidly in a few years.

How icy and clever he is, he can deduce the whole situation with just one sentence.The people of the imperial court didn't miss out, they stopped and killed another sect, which hindered Tianyi Pavilion's property, but happened to have enough status to influence the sect of the temple.

The battle between rivers and clams, the fisherman in Tianyi Pavilion will benefit, I am afraid that the team in front of him will watch the battle in secret, and only take action at the end to destroy the remaining people, so that both sides will suffer a dumb loss without knowing why. .

"You knew it from the beginning." At some point, Duan Qingling no longer had doubts in his mind.

It was only at this time that he realized the absurdity in his previous anger, "Are you guarding against me?" ! 'This question is really ironic, based on what he has done, if he is not on guard, how can anyone have the life to listen to his complaints?

"Qing Ling," Mo Yu's eyes were still so gentle that they couldn't see the bottom, but his tone of voice had lost the pity he had always had before. They no longer feel guilty or pity. If I had to describe it, it should be a A straightforward, no-nonsense frankness.

"I am the Young Pavilion Master of Tianyi Pavilion."

Duan Qingling raised her head to look at him, he was already out of sight, besides, he had exhausted all his tricks and ended up in such a miserable state, he had no pride to speak of, but, along with Mo Yu's frankness, there was still a strange burning feeling that swept over him His brain and atrium were pulling every nerve vigorously, and his blood was boiling, which caught him off guard.

In this strange burning, he heard the river rushing eastward, and he saw his soul reborn after death.

"You're right," the young man grinned, grabbing the mask on his face with one hand and throwing it forcefully on the ground. There was a dull voice, "You are the master of the young pavilion," as if he had finally broken free from the prison. Beast, for the first time, he showed his terrifying scars openly in front of Mo Yu, and then opened his thin lips lightly, and he announced something loudly, which Mo Yu didn't think Duan Qingling would know at this time .

"But I should be the Young Pavilion Master!" This was Duan Qingling's shrill voice mixed with hatred!