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Less than half an hour after Liu Weiyang and Luo Yue were locked in the same room, Shuixian poked her head in from outside and smiled shyly: "Who is Young Master Yu Mo? Young Master Liu invites him over."

Yu Mo stood up, and heard another sentence from Shuixian: "Daddy asked me to tell you that he thanked you for your kindness first. I am afraid that this marriage will have to be postponed for a while. If you feel bored, you can go everywhere. Walk, but don't go too far, the forest in front of you is a bit dangerous."

Yan Dan watched Shuixian and Yu Mo walk away, holding the tea cup with a smile: "Young Master Liu really has a hand, and he has settled Master Taishan so quickly. Not only does he not treat us as murderers, but also to thank him." Liu Weiyang has always been taciturn, and he has a kind of convincing power to say something occasionally. Yan Dan knew that it was because others saw his temperament that every sentence he said was the truth, but in fact he was deceived by the Liu Palace Master and didn't realize it.

Tang Zhou walked to the door, then looked back and asked, "Would you like to go outside with me?"

Yan Dan also felt that there was no benefit in staying in the room to get moldy, so he nodded, "Okay."

The two walked side by side along the stream for a while. Tang Zhou suddenly stopped and put his hand on her neck, which was exposed outside the collar: "What is this?"

Yan Dan felt vaguely itchy when he touched him like this, so he squatted by the stream and took a photo. The stream was clear, faintly reflecting a little red on her neck. Yan Dan supported his cheek and was very puzzled: "I didn't have it yesterday. Could it be that after I fell asleep, a bug crawled in and bit me?"

Tang Zhou was silent for a moment, suddenly lowered his body and pulled her shoulders. Yan Dan was originally squatting, but when he was suddenly pulled like this, he had to maintain an extremely difficult posture and watched Tang Zhou bow his head.

"Tang Zhou, you can't bite me even if you are hungry!"

Tang Zhou let go, compared the two traces very carefully, nodded and said, "It's really different."

Yan Dan fluttered twice, clutching her neck and she was very sad: "Of course it is different. If you want to compare, bit yourself!" Even if she is not a mortal but a monster, she has only such a skin look, if she bites it badly How to use it afterwards?

Tang Zhou brushed his sleeves and looked down at her: "If I want to see by myself, I can't bite my neck. Are you right?"

Yan Dan hummed twice and muttered to herself: "Why do I think you did it on purpose..." She turned her head and looked at the other side, only to see the figure of a young man getting closer and holding a roll in her hand. Painting, that boy is Nan Zhao. She remembered the last time she had to train Nan Zhao to be a man of indomitable strength while the iron was still hot, but she was interrupted by Liu Weiyang without saying a few words. He is right now.

Yan Dan jumped directly from one side of the stream to the other, beckoning: "Nan Zhao!"

Nan Zhao was taken aback, his hand shook, and the scroll fell to the ground with a splash. Seeing how he was holding the painting before, Yan Dan was afraid that the painting looked like his treasure, so he brushed his clothes quickly and attached the scroll to his hand.

Yan Dan glanced hurriedly, and saw that the rice paper mounted on the scroll was slightly yellowed. The woman in the painting was wearing a light lake-colored icy silk shirt with a pair of shallow pear vortices at the corners of her mouth. Like water, she smiled happily, with a smart expression, as if she would suddenly jump out of the paper.

She returned the painting to Nan Zhao, and asked casually: "Look at this painting so precious to you, who is on this painting?" When she first saw it, she felt that she had **** with Girl Nongcui. Seven points are similar.

Nan Zhao hugged the painting and thanked him politely and politely before saying: "This is a portrait of my mother. I'm afraid it will get wet, and seeing the day is good today, I want to take it out and dry it."

Yan Dan thought for a while, the woman in this painting is too young, about the appearance of Nan Zhao's mother when she was young. The mother who wanted to come to Nan Zhao has passed away, so he can only look at the portraits, see things and think about people. She has been in contact with Nan Zhao a few times, and in her heart she really likes this weak and sincere boy.

"Your mother is so beautiful."

Nan Zhao smiled shyly: "My mother was a famous beauty in our clan when she was young."

"Hey, don't you want to show your paintings? Just go quickly." Yan Dan gave him a way and watched him hug the paintings and walk over. After Nan Zhao walked out for a while, a young man in jinyi suddenly rushed out of Xili and bumped him. Nan Zhao shook his body, almost about to fall, but still held the painting tightly.

The young man bumped him to the ground, then pulled the scroll in his hand, and looked at it, coldly said: "This kind of woman is a shame to our Luoyue people, and I still keep this portrait for painting. What?" He tried to tear the painting in half with his hands.

Yan Dan looked anxious. If the person came at her, she would have at least a hundred ways to fix him, but the person was just for painting. If she used black magic to fetch things in the air, it would be difficult to guarantee. I won’t use too much force to tear the painting in half. While he was in a hurry, Tang Zhou's figure flashed, and he simply placed a little bit on the man's arm holding the painting, acupuncture, grabbing the painting, and landing in one go.

Yan Dan finally determined one thing, whether it was their demon or Luo Yueren, it turned out that there was something like acupoints.

Tang Zhou clinging to the picture scroll gently rolled it up, frowned inadvertently while doing these things, and then handed the picture to Nan Zhao's hand. He lowered his head and glanced at the young man sitting on the ground, and said lightly: "It's not your turn to tear this portrait."

The young man's face was pale, and after holding back for a long time he finally uttered a word: "Are you, are you a mortal?"

Yan Dan was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that Luo Yue people looked down on mortals.

The young man pointed at Nan Zhao with courage: "One of you is a mortal, and the other is a mortal wild species, but one of your nostrils is out of breath!"

Tang Zhou frowned slightly, but his expression remained the same as usual.

Nan Zhao drooped his neck, raised his head suddenly after a while, and said loudly: "My father is a mortal, but he is a good person, so my mother will fall in love with him!" He clenched his fist and said anxiously. Then, his face rose flushed.

Yan Dan couldn't help thinking, Nan Zhao's aura really didn't need her to do anything more to teach him to be an indomitable man.

The young man took a deep look at them, then turned and walked away.

Holding the lost and recovered painting, Nan Zhao said to Tang Zhou, "Thank you brother Tang. Most people don't like mortals. Yilan is the eldest son of the patriarch, so he said something rude. Please don't care about Tang brother."

Tang Zhou nodded slightly, raised his hand and patted him on his shoulder: "I won't remember it."

Yan Dan watched Nan Zhao's back disappear before sighing: "The conception of the Luo Yue people's clan is very deep. I am afraid that Nan Zhao has suffered a lot."

Tang Zhou thoughtfully said indifferently: "I saw that portrait just now, and I always felt...the people in the painting are a bit strange and evil..."

Yan Dan thought about it again, but couldn't think of how a portrait could be wicked, and said with certainty: "Luo Yue people were born a little different from mortals. You must have read it wrong."

When Yan Dan walked around and returned to the house where he lived, he saw that Yu Mo was already sitting at the table waiting for her. He supported Yi with one hand and frowned slightly, as if thinking of something inexplicable, even if she approached him.

Yan Dan played with a heart protruding, and gently walked around behind him, just about to press his hands on his shoulders, suddenly seeing Yu Mo leaning aside, he quickly clasped her wrists with impeccability. Yan Dan was startled, a little unable to hold his feet, struggled twice to no avail, and finally fell on Yu Mo.

She was stupid, guessing that Yu Mo didn't expect this to happen, and there was no response for a long time.

Yan Dan stared at him for a moment, only to hear Yu Mo lightly cough, and whispered, "Did you go out for a stroll?"

Yan Dan was still a little unresponsive, and responded vaguely, thinking in his heart, shouldn't Yu Mo push her away at this moment?

Yu Mo looked at the two marks on her neck, suddenly stretched out his hand to press the back of her neck, touched her forehead, the tip of her nose lightly touched, and said slowly: "Yan Dan."

Yan Dan only felt that the cold hair was standing upright, thinking over and over again, what does he want to do? Are you telling your heartfelt feelings or planning to kiss her? If it is the previous one, should she agree or decline, or be vague? If it's the one at the back, should she stay still, or just knock a teacup on his head?

After a while, I only listened to Yu Mo slowly saying: "Palace Master Liu said that he didn't understand a little bit. In the demon world, the things that appeared should have been seen by at least half of us. You haven't seen it, I haven't seen it, and Tang Zhou would naturally never have seen it as a mortal."

Yan Dan asked blankly: "What are you trying to say?"

"Actually, I don't think it's a big deal. If you've seen it, you might as well say it directly. I can't blame you.

Yan Dan understood, and clumsily climbed down from him: "So you want to say this... I said, how could it be... No! Yu Mo, don't go too far! Don't slander me for no reason, I Absolutely, I have never seen Shaantian! I have never seen it, what do you want me to say straight?!"

Yu Mo smiled at the corner of his mouth: "I haven't seen it before. What are you doing so excited?"

Yan Dan was dumbfounded, and then gritted her teeth without saying a word. She would never tell the scandal she had made just now.

He stood up, and suddenly said, "Do you still want to go for a walk now? The one who died violently last night was stabbed to death by a sword in the chest. I was planning to go to Yizhuang to take a look."

The sword drew from the chest to the ribs, the initial strength was gone, and finally only a shallow mark was made.

When Yan Dan and Yu Mo arrived at Yizhuang, Liu Weiyang was one step early, standing beside the coffin with his positive and negative hands. He heard the sound of footsteps behind him, without even lifting his head, Gu Zi stretched his hand into the coffin, raised the arm of the corpse, and stretched out his stiff fingers to take a look.

In this situation, Yan Dan actually wanted to jokingly say, Liu Gongzi, you really care about this matter, after all, this is still about your life's major events. Unexpectedly, when she saw Liu Weiyang turning her head blankly, the words turned to her mouth and swallowed immediately.

After all, her courage is not fat enough.

Yu Mo took the first two steps and asked in a low voice: "How?"

Liu Weiyang shook his head slightly, and said in a low voice: "The wound is uneven, and the depth is uneven. It seems that the sword is very blunt, a bit like the one that has not been opened."

When Yu Mo heard the words, he pondered for a moment: "If it's a sword that hasn't been shot, and it's a frontal stab at his wife, then the murderer's kung fu should be very good. Very general... Brother Liu, according to what you mean, this murderer should be someone familiar with the wife?"

Liu Weiyang nodded, and said: "This is just speculation, it's still uncountable."

Yan Dan walked to the edge of the coffin, leaned on the edge of the wood, and looked down. The woman lying in the coffin was a little old, with a few shallow wrinkles on the corners of her eyes, and she looked like Nan Zhao’s mother. similar. Nanzhao and Nongcui and Shui Nong are close relatives, so their mothers should be sisters too, no wonder they look alike.

She had seen a mortal corpse undergoing an autopsy, and she stretched out her hand to break the chin of the corpse, who knew she was caught by Yu Mo before he could touch it. Yu Mo looked at her helplessly: "What do you want to do?"

Yan Dan answered as expected: "A post-mortem."

Yu Mo bends his fingers to touch his forehead, feeling helpless: "This is not your turn. A doctor from the Luo Yue clan has carefully looked at it before, whether it's the wife's mouth or nails, even her hair. I checked, there is no trace."

Yan Dan let out a cry, and regretfully withdrew his hand.

While they were talking, a slender figure walked into the Yizhuang. Yan Dan heard the footsteps and looked back subconsciously, only to see Nong Cui of the Luo Yue clan coming in. Without squinting, she greeted Liu Weiyang, with a smile on her face and a soft voice: "I went to find you, but you were not there. I asked someone else to know that you have come to Yizhuang."

Liu Weiyang gave her a noncommittal glance, and said nothing.

"Don't be so cold all the time. When my mother's funeral is over, I will marry you." Nong Cui stretched out his hand to pull the other's wrist. Who knew she hadn't met yet, Liu Weiyang suddenly shot her neck and stuck her neck indifferently, with an indifferent tone: "Mrs. died last night. Since you were the first to arrive, what did you see?"

Yan Dan was speechless. She knew Liu Weiyang was a little taciturn, but she didn't expect him to be so rude.

Nong Chui raised her hand to break his fingers, her pretty face flushed with suffocation, and she said with difficulty, "I...no..."

Liu Weiyang slowly let go of his hand: "Don't tell me, do you really think that you can stop me with Luo Yue people?"

Nong Cui clutched her neck and coughed violently, raised her sleeves and wiped the tears from her eyes, and suddenly stood up straight, with a flame burning in her eyes: "Since I have seen you, there is only one Xuanxiang in my heart. That's all. I am thinking about you, what's wrong with this?" She finally glanced at Yan Dan and Yu Mo, who had become ornaments on the side, and smiled slightly and said, "Miss Yan, do you think I said these things very much? Shameless, not reserved?"

Yan Dan didn't expect that she would ask herself, and said awkwardly, "The folk customs are different."

Nong Cui raised her face, looked directly at Liu Weiyang, and said without shy: "I know you don't like being persecuted. To this day, you are no longer the Xuanxiang you used to be. I consciously have no place where you can't match you. . And I also know that you can’t wait to leave here right away, so in this matter, I did conceal some things from my father and them. It’s just because, I want to keep you. Your Royal Highness Xuan Xiang--whether you are or not, If you want to leave, I will tell all the people that the murderer of my mother is you."

Liu Weiyang was expressionless, but his sleeves moved slightly, already holding the jade flute in green.

Nong Cui didn't even see Liu Weiyang's subtle movements, and said to herself: "Last night, when I arrived, my mother still had a trace of breath. She told me that it was a curse. I wanted to do it again. To be clear, my mother can't hold it anymore. She just said that this is a curse."