The villain, the Son, frantically attacked them in order to survive

The drunken crimson doesn't need to be half a minute, it is charming and charming.

Lu Mu took a deep breath, took Luo Shuangning's hand away from her robe, covered it with fluff, then placed a bronze incense alcove in the room, and lit a refreshing leaf that could burn for a long time, Just closed the door.

"Sleep well, Miss Shuangning."

He left unheard words, went back to the hall, sat on the chair, saw the wine glass with her lip print on it, the mellow jade liquid was swaying gently, Lu Mu felt an impulse in his heart, and took it Get up, take a small sip, then close your eyes and taste.

Maybe, it's not just the taste of the wine anymore.

He tasted a sweeter, honey-like fragrance that lingered on the rim of the cup.

Lu Mu was also a little drunk. He felt the wine flow down his throat and turned into a ball of warmth. He felt that his whole body was light and light, as if he was about to fly. He couldn't help but hum softly. , Close your eyes, calm down, and comprehend this feeling carefully.

Addicted to it.

Chi Xin sat on the table, looking at the many dishes left...

She glanced at Lu Mu cautiously...he was already lying on the agarwood chair, muttering some fragments of "she smells so sweet and beautiful".

Look around, there is no one else.

Began to eat!

……

The night is getting darker.

Murong Zun stood in the middle of the empty martial arts arena, his eyes were filled with intense anger, and his hands were clenched into fists.

The moonlight shone on him, exuding a cold murderous aura, and the dark wind blew past, rustling the trees behind him.

He has been standing here for an hour or two.

Beside him, the space was distorted, and Murong Ming came out, this Murong clan elder who had been secretly protecting him, but seeing the uncertain expression on Murong Zun's face, he didn't dare to make a sound.

Murong Ming strongly supported Murong Zun.

He watched this young master grow up, and at the age of ten, he had an extraordinary talent for strategy. Although the methods were unspeakably cruel, since he was the young master of a big clan, he should have such determination and skill.

Murong Zun knows how to put a layer of kindness and kindness on himself, so that others can't see his true heart clearly, but now it seems that something has changed.

Murong Ming remembered that when his young master had such an uncertain expression on his face, it was the day when he knew that Murong Xue had a charming Taoist body.

"Little Lord?"

He called out tentatively.

"...Old Ming, you go back to the family and thoroughly investigate the traitors and spies in the family!"

After a long time, Murong Zun finally spoke, his voice was very flat, but it sounded with a chilling majesty.

"May I ask what happened?"

When Murong Ming heard this sentence, he immediately felt the seriousness of the matter.

"Lu Mu, you know about my clan sister...he knows it in detail and it's dangerous."

"The man surnamed Lu knows a lot of things, and just saying one thing can threaten many things I have planned, but where did he know it? It can't be that he has the ability to predict the future, right? "

"Maybe my clan sister is still alive, maybe there are traitors in the clan, but no matter what, let me check!"

After Murong Zun waved his hand indifferently, a murderous intent as cold as iron pervaded the entire martial arts arena, making the air feel oppressive and suffocating.

"The old slave complies."

Murong Ming bowed and retreated.

Murong Zun stood still on the spot alone, his back cast by the moonlight swayed suddenly, black air lingered around his side.

The pupils of his eyes gradually shrank, and the darkness seemed to occupy the iris for a short time, but it quickly receded. His eyes regained their clear luster, but there was a wave of violence hidden. It was pale, showing his extreme resentment.

But in Murong Zun's mind, the gloomy laughter gradually faded away.

"We still have some things to do...Let's go when we're done...I can help you get what you want..."

The sound like sand scraping the land echoed in the deepest part of Murong Zun's mind, but Murong Zun ignored it, maybe he didn't hear it, maybe he felt that there were too many distracting thoughts, and today he was in a bad mood by that guy Lu Mu , he didn't bother to pay attention to it.

Murong Zun couldn't see his own shadow, because the moonlight was directly facing him, and his back was cast on the ground of the martial arts field, he didn't look at it, nor was he interested in it.

But that figure has been distorted into a ferocious monster.

He turned and left, his back still looked like a monster.

he does not know.

……

When Luo Shuangning woke up, the sun was high.

Her sleeping posture is actually not particularly elegant, she likes to move around at will, the velvet is rolled up above the abdomen, even the gauze skirt that is absolutely light in the sun is also rolled up, the jade legs overlap, under the sun spots Exuding a bright halo, she stretched out her hand to touch her forehead, and it wasn't hot, but her body felt very relaxed, as if everything had been liberated.

She opened her eyes and sat up, everything in the room was neat.

On the table next to her, there was a small purple-gold incense burner, with green smoke curling up, carrying a fragrance, and she felt comfortable and comfortable after smelling it, refreshing her mind. She lifted the silk quilt and looked at the veil on her body. The skirt was a little wrinkled, so she replaced it with a more conservative sky blue skirt that was more suitable for going out.

Last night, it seemed like she had a glass of wine.

That glass of spiritual wine was really delicious, even when I woke up this morning, I still felt like I was in a trance.

But it seems that before he passed out drunk, he chose to lean on Lu Mu's body...

Just thinking about it, Luo Shuang sighed, patted her cheeks, and blushed a little.

Kind of embarrassing.

Needless to say, he must have carried her back to the room.

Luo Shuangning picked up the little socks on the bedside table and put them on, stuffed her jade feet into her blue soft leather boots, and looked at herself in the mirror. Under the indifferent and sharp eyebrows, her cheeks were not cold, but cold. Reddish, she lowered her head and tugged her sleeves in embarrassment to cover up her gaffe.

After leaving the room and coming to the hall, Lu Mu and Chi Xin sat there early. Chi Xin was as petite as ever, but there were two large plates of meat in front of him, which was called "breakfast".

After making tea, Lu Mu sat aside and used his fingers to tuck Chi Xin's ponytail from time to time, which was very fun.

"……morning."

Luo Shuangning sat down at the table and greeted the two of them in an unaccustomed manner. Her face was still a little flushed, her almond eyes were full of hope, with a hint of laziness and charm after waking up from a hangover, and her temperament was turned upside down.

As soon as she sat down, Lu Mu poured her a cup of tea. This spiritual tea was unusual. The tea leaves were green and refreshed by the heat. She took a sip without burning her mouth.

"Very...delicious. Moreover, it seems to have the effect of nourishing the dantian."

Luo Shuangning felt the sweetness of the tea.

"This tea is the stems and leaves of Wannian Hanxue Shengbaihua, my master's unique collection, but he doesn't drink it, he just keeps it for himself, and I don't see him entertaining anyone, so I took it together."

Lu Mu picked up the teacup.

"...Young Master Lu, you are very generous."

Hanxue Shengbaihua, the top medicinal herb that can only be picked on Wentianhan Peak in the Western Regions, one plant is 1000 years old, if it is used as medicine or poison, it is the best.

This kind of precious thing can be made into tea leaves, but is it really something that can be taken out and drunk casually?

Luo Shuang couldn't help complaining.

"Did you sleep well?"

Lu Mu put down his teacup and filled it up for himself.

"It's okay, it's just last night, am I special..."

Luo Shuangning was holding the teacup in her jade hand, and the laziness on her cheeks seemed to spread to her ears. She tilted her head, not daring to look directly into Lu Mu's eyes, as if she was afraid of seeing something in them that made her very uncomfortable. Embarrassed mood.

She hesitated before finishing her sentence, but she actually wanted to say "faint" in her heart.

"Huh? Last night?"

"It's okay, Shuang Ning, you're not very good at drinking, and maybe my master's cellar is too high, but it's okay, if you want to know if you are drunk, no."

Lu Mu glanced at her, narrowed his eyes slightly, and a playful expression appeared on his face.

Although his plan is to make this Snow Sword Immortal spit out the truth after drinking...

If she, who was as cold as frost and as lonely as Fang Mei, threw herself on him softly after drinking, with a charming face, said "I like you" in a drunken voice...

Doesn't it feel great?

It didn't work out in the end, but it wasn't too bad to see her weaker side.

Section 62#The Second Volume of Holy Son’s Travel Notes: Chapter [-]: Trust Is So Simple

In short, Palace Master Shura's private possessions are indeed good things, but it would be even better if they could be used by his good apprentice to enhance his relationship.

Sure enough, being a villain is just for comfort, a good master is very important.

"No, that's good..."

Luo Shuangning held up the teacup, half of her face was covered by the teacup, the hot air fumigated her tender skin.

"Mr. Zhuge sent someone just now to inform us that we will leave in two days and go to ask the pulse of the celestial burial."

Lu Mu put down his teacup.

"Very well, the sooner the better."

Luo Shuangning nodded. This Xuanjian Shangge has always been procrastinating, but this time it is much faster. She is very satisfied. She quickly entered the Wentian Zang Vein, found the inheritance she wanted, and then she can leave here , set off for the next destination.

"Where do you plan to go next?"

"Go to the southeast region and visit one of my uncles. The master has not seen him for more than 400 years. The relationship between the two is not good, but the master said that his support is very important, especially if I accept the position of sword master. ..."

Luo Shuang stared at her toes, her tone flat.

"Oh......"

Lu Mu nodded slightly.

In fact, he just remembered that the seventeen-year-old girl in front of him was actually the intended successor of a great power.

It is true that Wanjian Qianshan is in a state of disunity, but no matter how scattered it is, it will eventually be able to be ranked among the seven schools in the general world. The position that Luo Shuangning wants to succeed is very important.

She succeeded the sword master and ascended to Fortune. The first sword peak fully supported the "protagonist", which attracted the opposition of the other fourteen sword peaks. She never said much, one person with one sword cut everyone into silence.

In the end, she did complete the unification, Wanjian Qianshan no longer said that the sword peaks were separated, there was only one powerful sword sect.

Very powerful.

But this process, Lu Mu didn't want her to do it alone, because the road to the top is actually very difficult to complete. Some people fell down after failing to start, and some couldn't continue after halfway through. The last ones are few and far between.

"Actually, I can help you."

Lu Mu poured tea, the tea mist lingered, but he didn't drink it anymore, only smelling the fragrance of cold snow, refreshing.

Luo Shuangning listened, raised her eyes, looked at Lu Mu, and answered exactly as Lu Mu thought, she refused.

"Mr. Lu's background is extraordinary, Shuang Ning knows it, but I prefer to do it myself."

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes clear.

"What if someone plots against you?"

He said.

"My sword is not a decoration."

Luo Shuangning pressed her knuckles against the sword, rubbed them lightly, and made a "ding ding" sound, and her aura suddenly became cold.

"I know, Mr. Lu may feel that there are people in Ten Thousand Swords and Thousand Mountains who are dissatisfied with my succession as the number one sword master of Sword Peak..."

She seemed to know everything, put down the teacup, brushed her hair, revealing her fair neck.

"...If I say that someone in Thousand Swords and Thousand Mountains colluded with evil cultivators and wanted your life, would you believe me?"

Lu Mu lowered his eyes and looked at the teacup in his hand. In the reflection of the green tea, his calm pupils were deep and far away, as if he had seen through evil.

Luo Shuangning raised her head without saying a word, Lu Mu also raised her head, and the two eyes just met, the blush on her face faded, her eyes became colder, she seemed to be judging, thinking, for a long while: "Mr. Lu's words, I believe."

"You won't lie to me."

She looked at Lu Mu with clear and firm eyes.

She really believed Lu Mu's words.

He, a member of another sect, told her here that someone in his mountain gate wanted to harm her, and he even did not hesitate to collude with evil cultivators and kill people with knives... She knew that she might not be very popular with other Jianfeng people. With those words, Luo Shuangning would feel that they were trying to sow discord.