The evil prince, the best concubine

Chapter 43 She's a witch 5
The dim light of the fire reflected on the man's incomparably handsome cheeks, adding a touch of eerieness to the silence.

This person is Jun Moran.

"Mo Ye, things went well this time."

There was a touch of coldness in the faint voice.

The black-clothed man hiding in the corner is as black as the night. If he is not still breathing, it will really make people think that there is no one else here except Jun Moran.

Dressed in black, with black hair, without a mask, hidden in the darkness, but I can't see what he looks like.

Mo Ye just asked respectfully: "Master, what should Lengshen Palace do?"

"There is no need to deal with it. I believe that the master of Cangyue Hall will take care of it for me."

Jun Moran stretched out his hand to caress the jade flute, and ordered: "It's none of your business, go down."

The man nodded and was about to leave.

Jun Moran seemed to think of something suddenly, "How about the person who asked you to check?"

The man froze, turned around, his voice was still a thread, without warmth, "I can't find any information about her.

All I know is that she just appeared five days ago. "

"Oh?" Jun Moran's hand stroking Yuxiao suddenly paused, and let out an amused oh.

interesting.

There are still people he can't find.

"Go down."

"Master, do you want to continue the investigation?"

The voice of the man in black finally had a little ups and downs, but it also disappeared in a flash.

"No need. Send someone to check the news about Liulishi."

He waved his hand, signaling the man to back down.

The man nodded, his figure flashed, and disappeared into the house.

The room fell silent again.

There was a smile in Jun Moran's eyes, and he stroked the jasper flute in his hand.

The corner of the mouth couldn't help but twitched a curved arc, and gently spit out two words: "Jian Luo."

Cangyue Hall.

A room decorated as a study, filled with sandalwood, with an elegant yet luxurious layout.

She was dressed in a cyan robe, and her bright and smooth black hair was loosely loose from her shoulders, and a dark green hairband was tied behind her back.

With a face as sharp as a knife, under the two sword-shaped eyebrows there is a pair of charming eyes, which are also as cold as ice.

The bridge of the nose is straight, and the lips are pursed into a graceful arc.

If such a man stood under the sun, he would definitely be able to absorb the brilliant brilliance.

With a 'snap' sound, the table in front of the man in Tsing Yi was split in half with a palm.

It was none other than the man in Tsing Yi, the master of Cangyue Hall—— Gong Yeqing.

(End of this chapter)