The first peasant concubine of the prosperous age

Chapter 218: Wealthy Village (1)
She was still careless just now, at this time Yang Yaoyao hated herself a little bit, was she not cold and ruthless enough, she still kept that softness, if she really let him send out the signal, she dare not imagine the consequences, this also gave her some Be vigilant, and you must be more rigorous in doing things in the future.

At this time, Yang Yaoyao raised his head to look at the man in white clothes, who was standing in the night like the moonlight, the silver mask on his face was icy cold, his breath was far and heavy, the wind was blowing gently, and the tree shadows The shaking gave him a clear and mysterious aura.

This man is standing on a high place, and it is under the night, so people can't see too much clearly, especially because of the silver mask, Yang Yaoyao doesn't know what he looks like, but this silver man's temperament makes people tremble .

The deep aura that flowed out made Yang Yaoyao involuntarily want to get closer, and he always felt very familiar. The moonlight shone faintly on him, and the night wind lifted his clothes, revealing his jade-like clavicle skin slightly, with an extreme of the secluded.

At this time, the man also lowered his eyes lightly, and put his eyes on Yang Yaoyao. The two looked at each other, and there seemed to be something entangled inside.

Yang Yaoyao suddenly came back to his senses, thinking of Zhang Xi, his heart stopped slightly, how could she stare at a stranger for so long, why did this person appear here, why did he help her, what is his purpose?
These doubts flashed across Yang Yaoyao's mind at the same time.

The man is as noble as the moonlight, and his whole body can hold up the splendor of the sky. He just stood there, his clothes rustling, and he just set those gloomy eyes on Yang Yaoyao for a while, and the Tathagata He left without a trace.

Yang Yaoyao looked at the high place that had been lost, the man in white had disappeared, and only the dim fragrance and the cold wind seemed to be left in the air, just like his person, ethereal and mysterious.

There was a faint ripple in Yang Yaoyao's heart, and even a slight emptiness. After she looked back, she asked everyone to throw down the torches, and the blazing fire burned everything here. The elite soldiers left Yunzhou and returned to Yizhou.

In Nanshanpo, Yang Yaoyao seriously said to the 100 people: "I hope that what happened tonight will not be spread to anyone. Everyone should know my methods, Yang Yaoyao."

After speaking, I explained some things.

Everyone listened to Yang Yaoyao's words, and felt a chill in their hearts. Thinking of what she did tonight, they all understood by coincidence that they must abide by what Yang Yaoyao told her, and they didn't want to experience her cruelty on themselves.

The methods she used opened their eyes tonight, they have never been in contact with them, and they have never thought about them. Although the methods are cruel, the effect is really incomparable. All the strongholds of the Purple Nether Palace were wiped out, which was beyond their imagination, and none of them were injured or injured.

In the past, they didn't even dare to think about it. After all, those killers in Ziming Palace are all masters.

Everyone looked at Yang Yaoyao with mixed eyes, awe and admiration.

Yang Yaoyao only knew that the effect he wanted to achieve had been achieved, so he got on his horse gracefully and left.

And just after Yang Yaoyao left, the hundred elite soldiers were also leaving on horseback, when suddenly a man in white with a silver mask floated down from the sky.

100 people's hearts changed, isn't this the man in the sky in Yunzhou?How could he appear here.

The man in the white mask stood with his hands behind his back, his whole body exuded an air of elegance. Lin Xin, a girl who has made great achievements and loves to marry her childhood sweetheart... No. 80..."

The man in the silver mask spoke faintly, his voice was faint and light, playing lowly like the Guqin in the night, the sound was moving, but it seemed to be playing on the heart of a person.

One hundred elite soldiers have been frightened too much during this day. How did this silver masked man with a luxurious and elegant demeanor know such detailed information about them?Since they joined the elite group, no one except the young master knew their details.

Hearing the man in white speak a little bit, they were shocked and terrified in their hearts, it was equivalent to exposing all their own weaknesses to this person, the last thing you want to see is that a person has weaknesses.

But it is precisely because they have concerns and hometowns that they work so hard, wanting to make their relatives proud of themselves, wanting to let them live a good life, so they put their lives to work hard during training, and only officially entered the elite guard group.

The fierce arrogance of the hundred elite soldiers disappeared at this time. They rode quietly on the horse, even their breathing became lighter. They were waiting for the decision of the white-clothed snow-covered man in front of them, which seemed to be the decision of their fate. You can disregard your own life, but the people that this person said are the most important people in their hearts.

The silver-faced man in white turned around after a long while, looked at everyone and continued to speak: "Everyone should have forgotten what happened tonight. Even if you remember, it was just a scene of flames rising into the sky. You don't know exactly what happened."

A hundred elite soldiers were startled for a moment. Could it be that this man in white said all this because of this sentence?

"As long as you forget what happened tonight, the information of 100 of you will naturally disappear from this seat, otherwise this seat will not know what to do." The man in white's voice was as faint and distant as ever, but the The exuding coldness makes people shudder.

The man in white looked at everyone's expressions, and his eyes flickered slightly, dark and deep. Now that the effect he wanted was achieved, he can rest assured.

Everyone looked at the man in white, nodded silently, and agreed. Regarding this matter, when asked by the young master, they were not betrayal. The fire and murder of Ziming Palace was almost entirely done by Yang Yaoyao alone. Well, the night is so dark, they really can't see clearly from a distance, so all they know is a burning fire.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew by, and when everyone raised their heads again, they could no longer see the man in white with the silver mask. If it wasn't for the faint lotus fragrance still lingering in the air, they would have thought it was just an illusion.

Yang Yaoyao rode home directly. When she got home, she saw Zhang Xi lying on the kang, and Lele was already asleep in the east room. She tidied herself up lightly, and then went to sleep on the kang.

This night was too tiring, thinking about what to do, the anger in her heart finally dissipated, the whole body was relaxed, and the pajamas finally came, but before she fell asleep, she couldn't help but think of the man in the silver mask.

Perhaps because he was too sleepy, Yang Yaoyao fell asleep in a short while. After Yang Yaoyao's shallow breathing came out, Zhang Xi opened those stunning eyes, the light inside was dim, revealing a charming look. He covered Yang Yaoyao with the quilt, sighed softly, and then lay down slowly.

(End of this chapter)