Yu Jun

The person in Tsing Yi held the incense stick in his hand, and walked unimpeded, when he walked outside the study, which was temporarily uninspected, he took out the fire pocket from his arms, blew it up, and threw it under the Lingxiao flower stand.

Lingxiao flowers have many branches and vines, and the flowers and leaves are dense. Once Huozhezi rolled in, it disappeared.

He continued to move forward as if nothing had happened, the closer he got to the second hall, the more people there were, guarding the second hall layer by layer.

He lowered his brows more and lowered his eyes, bowed his head in silence, held up the box containing the incense tablets, and came to the gate of the courtyard after countless eyes scrutinized him.

Yin Bei crossed his arms, glanced at the man in Tsing Yi, stepped forward, opened the wooden box in his hand, and reached out to touch the box without looking at the incense tablets.

There was no hidden knife in the box, so he stretched out his hands to the sleeves, waist, and tightly tied trouser legs of the man in Tsing Yi, fumbling and patting them carefully.

After looking for everything, Yin Bei withdrew his hand: "Take off your shoes."

The man in Tsing Yi hurriedly took off his shoes. Yin Bei took a look and saw that there was no weapon hidden inside the shoes, so he asked him to put them on. When he squatted down to put on the shoes, Yin Bei suddenly said: "Untie the shoes." scarf."

A layer of sticky sweat suddenly appeared on the palms of the man in green. He held the wooden box with his left hand and raised his left hand to untie the half-old turban.

The turban was half old, and the cord on it had a seam. As he pulled on it, the seam opened wider and wider. There was no need to untie the cord, and the whole thing fell off, revealing a smooth bun.

And the man in Tsing Yi quietly hid something in his sleeve.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion not far away, and someone shouted to run away. Yin Bei suddenly raised his head to look at the place where the sound came from, and saw a puff of thick smoke rising from the study, and the flames flickering inside.

Yin Bei waved the man in Tsing Yi to come in, then ordered the man to continue guarding the second hall while he went to the study to check.

The grandma came out in a hurry and walked to the gate of the courtyard to see where the water was flowing. The two aunts followed behind the grandma and also looked out.

The man in Tsing Yi stepped into the courtyard of the second hall, passed by Lin Li's servants, walked up the stone steps with incense sticks, saw Li Yitie standing on the corridor, and scolded his apprentice Tang Baitie with a cold face: "The pulse is between the muscles, It's like dripping water from a leak in a broken house, one drop for a long time, the splash is weak, and the stomach qi is exhausted, since you can see that the pulse is coming, you come to ask me what prescription to change!"

Tang Baitie said in a low voice, "I can't bear it."

"Isn't everyone in the world dead?" Li Yitie's expression changed, as if he had thought of something, but his expression soon returned to normal.

The man in Tsing Yi pushed the door into the room under Li Yitie's reprimand, and closed the door with his backhand. The sound outside was immediately blurred, and when the voice in the room came out, it was naturally separated by a layer.

He stepped forward, opened the lid of the incense burner, took out the burnt incense residue with a torch, and put new incense slices in, while scanning the room with his peripheral vision.

A candle was lit in the room and in the cubicle, and two yellow circles were illuminated. As expected, there were Mo Lingfeng and Yin Nan in the cubicle, and only Mo Qianlan behind the screen.

There was no movement in the compartment, Yin Nan didn't know if he was asleep or not.

The seemingly tight Mo Mansion is actually full of loopholes.

The man in Tsing Yi sneered, closed the lid of the censer, put down the fire chopsticks, slipped out a finger-long, sharp iron hairpin from his sleeve, walked behind the screen, and saw Mo Qianlan lying on the bed at a glance.

Mo Qianlan's face was snow-white, his eyes were closed tightly, unconsciously, the eyes of the man in Tsing Yi suddenly became a falcon, staring at the prey on the hospital bed.

The man in Tsing Yi walked to the bed, gripped the iron hairpin tightly, and stabbed at Mo Qianlan suddenly. Before he could touch Mo Qianlan, there was a sudden sound of breaking wind at his feet!

His hands froze, and he looked down, and saw Yin Nan stretched out a hand from under the bed, grabbed his ankle, and dragged it under the bed.

The man in Tsing Yi was caught off guard and fell to the ground. He raised his foot and kicked Yin Nan. A carp jumped up.

Yin Nan was faster than him, and rolled out from under the bed. In the blink of an eye, he raised his foot and kicked, hitting the man in Tsing Yi's chest. After taking two steps, he reluctantly raised his hand to fight back.

The two fought silently. After ten moves, Yin Nan threw himself forward and crushed him to the ground. His left elbow pressed hard against the man's neck in Tsing Yi, and his right hand pressed the right hand of the man in Tsing Yi. The man in Tsing Yi couldn't breathe. He got up, and using the fingers of his left hand as the blade, he pierced Yin Nan's eyes.

Yin Nan shook his head to dodge, and when the man in Tsing Yi was about to move again, he heard Mo Qianlan's cold voice from the bed: "Kill it."

Mo Qianlan's voice was very hoarse and vague, and when he opened his mouth, there was a slight bloody smell, as if an evil spirit crawled out of hell, opened its bloody mouth, and bit the man in Tsing Yi.

Yin Nan immediately pressed his elbow down hard, and after a "click", the man in Tsing Yi tilted his head to the side, his hands and feet tensed suddenly, his eyes bulged, and he stared at Mo Qianlan.

Mo Qianlan propped up the bed with one hand, raised her upper body, and was looking at him.

Even though this person has white hair, he is still floating like a cloud, unique in the world, and extremely beautiful, but the light that shines from Danfeng's eyes is emotionless, so cold that it is scary.

The protruding eyes of the man in Tsing Yi lost their light, and his tense body collapsed to the ground.

Mo Qianlan lay back and said, "Clean up."

"Yes." Yin Nan dragged the corpse to the door, opened the door, and called Yin Bei.

Yin Bei had just returned to the entrance of the courtyard from the place where the fire broke out. When he heard Yin Nan calling him, he immediately walked over. When he saw the corpse on the ground, his heart almost jumped out of his throat in shock.

"Brother," Yin Nan smiled contemptuously, "clean up."

For the first time, Yin Bei didn't explain whether he was a younger brother or an older brother. He bent down and picked up the corpse, and carried it out like a bag.

The corpse wearing the clothes of a servant of the Mo family was taken out of the second hall. In the second hall, the nanny, aunt, and servants who didn't know what was going on were panicking. The nanny stumbled and rushed into the compartment. Seeing that Mo Lingfeng was intact, Lying on the couch, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The aunt and the servant stood on their own ground, sweating profusely, not daring to move rashly. All the fears they had about Mo Mansion in the past suddenly came to their hearts.

Mo Qianlan was in a coma for so long that they forgot about the Mo Mansion in the past—no matter who it is, they can't make a wrong step, even if Jiu Sixuan's servants go to Changsuiju by mistake, they will face death disaster.

From their point of view, Mo Qianlan was still lying in the room, but his wrist was revived in the Mo residence.

Fear flowed and spread like running water, and the entire Mo family could not sleep peacefully, trembling, like a candle in the wind, precarious.

When Cheng Ting and Zell learned the news, they were still wandering in the back garden.

Knowing that the person lurking in had been dealt with, Zell breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately parted ways with Cheng Ting——Cheng Ting's bad mouth was really hated by others.

And Cheng Ting stood where he was, with a horrified expression, and didn't move for a quarter of an hour.

too fast.

From when Mo Qianlan knew someone had come in, to when he cleaned it up, the whole process took no more than two hours.

A bloody storm that had been planned for a long time, under Mo Qianlan's thunderous means, even the remaining prestige did not exist in an instant.