I, Long Jun, am not short!

If Mu Yin knew who he would meet this trip, he would definitely not take this trip, but it is a pity that he does not have the ability to predict, grabbing the Mo Yan sword that Xuan Yun asked him to carry, he ran to the devil world without much thought big camp.

When Mo Qinghan heard that his men came down to report to Emperor Ming Mu Yin to see him, he first squeezed the armrest tightly and stared at his men tightly: "Who are you talking about, Mu Yin?"

He and Mu Yin have known each other for a long time, and even Qijin is a frequent visitor to Mu Yin's place. On the one hand, he welcomes Mu Yin very much at this time, because he really has no one to complain about. A child can't stand the hatred that he has engraved in his bones.

On the other hand, he couldn't forget the bamboo leaf-shaped jade pendant that was taken off his little Jin'er. If it wasn't for Mu Yin himself, who else would have taken off his jade pendant so carefully?

Mo Qinghan couldn't think of an answer, so he calmed down for a quarter of an hour before saying: "Please come in."

It stands to reason that it would be against the rules to let an Underworld Emperor in during a war, but the rules were all set by Mo Qinghan alone. He knows Mu Yin's ability very well, and his mana is quite high, but his martial power is not so good, so really Don't worry about what he can do.

If Mu Yin didn't bring the Moyan Sword.

When Mu Yin stepped into the door, Mo Qinghan's hand was still pinched on the armrest, trembling slightly, when he looked up at Mu Yin, his eyes were still a bit bloody, and he tried his best to put on a cold-blooded and heartless look: "What are you doing here? ?”

Mu Yin smiled slightly, politely but alienated: "My Highness has come to see the First Prince."

Mo Qinghan had seen enough of his cold appearance, as if he always had such an attitude towards him, and he was not as gentle as before. It was as if Mu Yin's gentleness was only for his real friend Xuanyun, and he guessed It's not wrong at all...

"Don't talk to me like that, I'm not used to it."

Mu Yin was stunned for a second, but he still couldn't see how serious the matter was, so he continued to smile: "The eldest prince is so angry today."

Mo Qinghan raised his eyebrows, and looked at the fairy sword in his hand in a blink of an eye, his expression became very ugly.Naturally, he had seen this sword before. Xuanyun often went to the underworld, and there were always a few times where he could catch up with Mo Qinghan.

Emperor Xuanyun, the god of war in the heavens, is a very enviable fairy. He often wears a light yellow costume, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, a handsome face, and a heroic look between his brows. domineering.However, the gods of their generation have not experienced too many things, and most of them have this kind of high-spirited and valiant demeanor, which is enviable.

Mo Qinghan used to be very envious, not only envied Xuanyun, but also envied Yin Chuxian and others, envied Xuanyun's arrogance that never suffered setbacks, envied Yin who can only be raised by living in peace and not experiencing difficulties Generous and elegant, he envied Chu Xian for being fearless and doing whatever he wanted.

If nothing happened to Qijin, maybe he would always be envious of her.

Mo Qinghan stood up abruptly, pointing at Mu Yin with trembling fingers, he shouted loudly: "Who told you to bring it in! Get out! Let it out!"

Mu Yin was frightened by him, and took a step back unconsciously: "The First Prince calm down first."

Mo Qing smiled coldly: "Calm down? Muyin, let me tell you, either let it go out, or you take it and get out!"

Mu Yin has never been yelled at like this before. Although his temperament is much better than Chu Xianxuanyun's, he couldn't help frowning: "Where did you get such a temper? Mo Qinghan, I provoked you ?!"

For a moment, the wound on Qijin's body and the lost jade pendant, the bloodless face and the half-stained orange clothes, Muyin's clear laughter and Xuanyun's slightly raised chin all flashed in Mo Qinghan's mind However, he forcibly suppressed these messy images, looked at Mu Yin, and told him extremely coldly: "Little Jin'er is dead."

"Xuan Yun killed it."

Mu Yin's eyes widened, and he frowned fiercely: "Impossible! How could she die, Xuan Yun just said..."

Mo Qinghan interrupted him coldly: "I hate him to death."

Mu Yin opened his mouth, and said silently, Xuan Yun just said that to find a good dowry for her, the first disciple of Weiyun Palace to marry must not be shabby, how can you tell me that she is dead?

How can it be said that Xuanyun killed him...

Mu Yin shook his head: "Impossible, Qi Jin doesn't die so easily, and why Xuan Yun killed her is unreasonable!"

Mo Qinghan looked at him mockingly and coldly: "Are you going to the Demon Realm to see her body? Your Highness Emperor Underworld, what are you pretending? Don't you know the best about whether she is dead or not?"

Mu Yin forced himself to calm down: "It's because I don't know! What is Qijin's identity? If she is gone, her soul will definitely be brought to me. There has never been her soul in the underworld. Tell me she is dead." ? Mo Qinghan, do you think I'm stupid!"

Mo Qinghan said: "If I were you, I would also say that I don't know, I don't know, I haven't seen it."

Mu Yin kicked the chair in front of him, and seemed to be really angry: "Mo Qinghan, do you have a conscience in what you say! You don't know how I have treated you and Qijin all these years?! I did it The person who did this kind of thing?! How come Xuanyun doesn’t know anything about Qijin’s you or what?! You said Xuanyun killed Qijin? Why don’t you just say that I did it?”

Mo Qing looked at him coldly: "Didn't you participate?"

"Me?!" Mu Yin was so angry that he couldn't laugh or cry, his expression was so indescribable, he tapped Mo Qinghan with his index finger with his palm up, and commented briefly: "You are crazy."

Mo Qinghan laughed, and tears were about to come out of the laughter: "Am I crazy? Mu Yin, to be honest, can I die? If you didn't take that jade pendant, who else would it be?!"

Mu Yin's intuition was wrong: "What jade pendant?"

"The green jade pendant in the shape of a bamboo leaf, who would take such a small thing away on purpose except you?"

Mu Yin remembered it almost immediately, it was his birthday gift to Qijin, he had worn that jade pendant for many years, it stands to reason that old things should not be used as birthday presents for little girls, but Qijin liked it very much That jade pendant had been entangled with him many times, and he couldn't stand Qijin's coquettishness, so he gave it away.

Who will take that jade pendant away?How is it possible, that is not something precious and impossible, no, the point is, Qijin is really dead?

Mu Yin was still shaking his head: "Impossible, I haven't seen her at all recently, let alone the soul, how could she die? Mo Qinghan, don't be joking."

Mo Qinghan raised his eyelids, raised his hand and threw a note over: "Am I kidding? Take a good look, you've come this far, why is this so, Mu Yin, why didn't I realize that you are so good at acting."

There was only one sentence on the note, which was in Mu Yin's extremely familiar handwriting, Xuan Yun's handwriting.

Mu Yin squeezed the note tightly, and quickly thought about who had seen Xuan Yun's handwriting and who could even imitate it. Then he found helplessly that he had seen too many, but none of them could imitate it.

Even Chu Xian, who has the best calligraphy, and Emperor Jiuling, who has the best imitation ability, are a little bit behind, and this piece of paper is really exactly the same as Xuan Yun's handwriting, at least Mu Yin has no research on this aspect. people can't see the difference at all.

But Xuanyun killed Qijin, what kind of joke is this, Xuanyun has always done his best to his disciples or those around them, how could he kill Qijin?

He is not smart!

Mu Yin stuffed the note in his palm, intending to go back and ask Jiu Ling to study what methods can imitate it so similarly, anyway, he absolutely does not believe that it was done by Xuan Yun.

After he calmed down, he was also very thoughtful. After all, he is a literary god who relies on his brain, and he has a very good relationship with Xuanyun, and he is not a simple-minded fairy like Xuanyun. After quickly analyzing what Mo Qinghan said just now, he found a small loophole .

"Qinghan, let's all calm down, first tell me, how did Qijin die?"

Mo Qinghan looked at the Moyan sword in his hand, and sneered: "Look at your hand."

Mu Yin nodded: "The sword wound, right? The Moyan sword is in my hand. You know it is Xuanyun's sword. Would you like to compare whether the wound on Qijin's body is Moyan?"

Of course not, Mo Qinghan has compared this point a long time ago, it doesn't match Mo Yan's sword tip, but...

Mo Qinghan said: "If I wanted to kill someone, I wouldn't use such a famous sword!"

Mu Yin raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Qinghan, he's not even afraid of leaving such an obvious note, and he's afraid of using his own sword? Anyway, he wants to tell you that he killed the person, so why use other swords? Could it be that Mo Yan Is it not going well?"

Mo Qinghan froze for a moment, as if he really hadn't thought about it, and then raised his eyebrows: "How do you explain the handwriting? Maybe it's because you think Qijin is not worthy of Mo Yan?"

Mu Yin said: "What has Moyan used to slay demons and eliminate demons? How could he be wronged by killing a princess? What's more," he opened his eyes and said nonsense, "It's just a piece of paper with the same handwriting , It couldn’t be easier to imitate! You just send troops for this? It’s really promising.”

Mo Qinghan revealed his truth without saving face: "I remember you said that although it is easy to imitate handwriting, there are a few people whose handwriting is absolutely impossible to imitate, such as His Highness Chu Xian and Emperor Xuanyun. Why, not now Accepted?"

Mu Yin: "When did I say this kind of bastard..."

He did.

Probably when he was in the underworld, Mo Qinghan accidentally saw the words of Xuan Yun and Chu Xian, and after a few compliments, he talked with ease, pointing to the words of these two people and saying that it is impossible to imitate such words .

Mo Qinghan just looked at him like that, feeling guilty looking at Muyin, but he really didn't know anything about it, he felt that he and Xuanyun were very innocent and wronged.

Then Mo Qinghan sat down indifferently: "You were really good to me before, and you were also to Xiao Jin'er. I don't believe you if you say you don't know about Yupei, but because of the past love, I will spare you once. Get lost, get off!" If I come again, I will not be polite."

Mu Yin: "..."

This is really ugly.

But he already knows everything he should know this trip, and it's useless to keep it any longer. He doesn't want to continue to dangle in front of Mo Qinghan with this ability. If this lunatic really insists that Qijin is dead, he is an accomplice and wants to kill him What to do, let's go, go back and communicate the news with Xuanyun Jiuling is the business.

Mo Xunyu hurried back to the vicinity of Lianhuan, and as soon as he got close to Mo Qinghan's big tent, he heard a voice inside, which was vaguely familiar, and he asked casually, "Brother, do you have guests?"

The subordinate next to him replied: "It's not considered a guest, it seems to be a person from heaven, and I don't know what to do here."

Mo Xunyu, who heard that he was from the heavens, couldn't bear it any longer. He waved his subordinates away and thought, anyway, it's the eldest brother's house, so it's okay if I go in and have a look.

It just so happened that the inside said: "Come on, I'll take care of you, just leave, you can measure it yourself!"

Mo Xunyu's hand to lift the curtain stopped suddenly, the voice was so familiar, how could it seem...

The people in the room didn't know that there was someone outside. They lowered their heads and lifted the curtain to find a tall man standing there. He immediately smiled politely and distantly: "Excuse me, please make room for me."

No one gave in, Mo Xunyu lowered his eyes slightly and only saw a light blue brocade dress, while the man with his head lowered slightly raised his head, frowned: "Your Excellency is blocking the way, please let Your Excellency..."

A handsome face looks cold and clear like the sea, sky, clouds and water, and the whole person is cold and alienated, like an immortal in the Nine Heavens.

Mo Xunyu used to compare his master to a star. He wanted to pluck the star, but he couldn't even catch the ray of light that crossed the sky.

And now, this star that he couldn't even grasp the light actually appeared in front of him, like a dream, if this dream can't wake up, that would be great.

He didn't see the vague fear in Mu Yin's suddenly widening eyes, nor did he see his face suddenly turn pale, but he just gently pulled the slightly trembling wrist of the person in front of him.

"Master..."

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