Crazy concubine is hard to tame: mistakenly provoked the cold and charming black king

Chapter 179 Leave My Sister! (2)
Mo Fenglin kept walking, covered his mouth with his sleeve, and yawned.

"Let him discuss with my master."

The eagle-faced man sneered, "When did Your Majesty Chongming accept apprentices?"

"As long as he recognizes me as his successor."

Mo Fenglin's attitude completely aroused the anger of the eagle-faced man, and he suddenly raised his hand.

Under the moonlight, countless criss-crossing black stripes suddenly appeared, like a giant net, blocking Mo Fenglin.

Mo Fenglin stopped, looked at the black light that was only a few millimeters away from him, and finally turned his head slowly.

The beautiful face was hazy and coquettish under the moonlight, but the pair of black pupils, as if no light could shine through them, made the man's heart skip a beat.

The instinct cultivated in the bloody slaughter made his whole body tense up, as if he was facing a ferocious beast that was about to pounce on him at any moment.

"In short, the Dongyin Temple cannot be handed over to an outsider who does not have the blood of the winner."

The eagle-faced man collected himself, and his voice subconsciously softened.

"I'm not interested in this position at all. I just promised the old man to take care of him for three years. Once the three years are up, I will return it immediately."

Mo Fenglin frowned slightly, with an expression that seemed to disdain this position that Dongyin's royal family valued very much.

The eagle-faced man took a few deep breaths before calming down his desire to do something from being so angry.

When he spoke again, his voice was somewhat deliberative.

"Actually, the ancestor also knows that the hall master has done a lot of things for Dongyin in recent years. This hall master, apart from you, I really can't find another person with that prestige and ability to sit on it."

Mo Fenglin sneered noncommittally.

The eagle-faced man didn't take it seriously, and continued: "The little sister of the King of War has not yet left the court, and she was raised in the palm of the old concubine's palm. I heard that regardless of talent and appearance, they are all first-class. The master has worked hard for Dong Yin for so long, so he should..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt danger.

This dangerous intuition has saved his many lives before, but it has never been like this time. He clearly felt it, but he couldn't move, and he didn't know how to move.

This area seemed to freeze in an instant.

Mo Fenglin didn't speak, but stared at him with his narrow and charming eyes, as if he could see through all the twists and turns in his heart.

Gathering his mind, the eagle-faced man felt that the pressure on his body was a little less, and suddenly coughed: "I heard that the palace master loves the third lady of the Ye family. Big deal, give Ms. Ye San an equal wife."

"Oh?" Mo Fenglin's mouth twitched.

It seemed that a smile appeared.But that smile, no matter how you look at it, is a bit permeable.

"That's thanks to your ancestors for their concern." The man raised his eyes casually.

The eagle-faced man finally breathed a sigh of relief, and hooked the corners of his lips.

It seems that the ancestor really worried too much, Mo Fenglin didn't care much about Miss Ye Jiasan, he didn't care as much as the rumors said.

I was prepared to bear his anger, but I didn't expect it to be resolved so lightly.

The eagle-faced man felt a little relieved, and was about to say something more, but Mo Fenglin stretched out a finger and pressed it on the black chain.

Quietly, the binding spirit weapon that he spent a lot of time training turned into a cloud of black smoke and dissipated.

"It's getting late, why don't you go back and report back soon? Do you want to stay in Dongyin Temple? I don't have a place for you to live here."

The eagle-faced man was still immersed in the pain of having his Lingbao weapon destroyed, and he didn't notice the murderous intent implied in Mo Fenglin's seemingly casual tone.

"Boom!"

As soon as Mo Fenglin entered the temple from the main entrance, the young man who was hiding in a difficult place unceremoniously punched him.

Countless runes appeared in the air, blocking Ye Junze's long-planned attack.

Liu Guang rushed out suddenly, and fiercely snapped at Ye Junze's wrist.

"Liu Guang, stop."

Liu Guang stared at his big innocent eyes, looking at his master with some grievances and indignation.

Ye Junze took the opportunity to rush to Mo Fenglin, and suddenly drew the blue silver knife.

Halfway out of the blade, Mo Fenglin held down his hand.

"What? Do you think you need to consume more?" Meimou stared at him with a half-smile.

"Damn it!" Ye Junze couldn't move, but he gritted his teeth loudly, with anger gushing from his cold eyes.

"Leave my sister!"

Listening to the young man's angry words, the smile on Mo Fenglin's face gradually spread.

"You heard everything?"

"Fortunately, I heard it! In case my sister will be deceived by you, who is half-hearted, looking at Sichuan, eating from a bowl and looking at a pot!"

Hearing the taciturn boy spit out a long string of words without panting, Mo Fenglin's face couldn't help but twitch strangely.

It was as if he was trying to hold back a laugh, but he was holding back very hard.

As expected of the little hedgehog's younger brother, his eloquence when scolding people is not at all like his usual taciturn appearance.

Thinking about it, Mo Fenglin let go of his hand slightly, with a smile in his eyes.

"It's good to hear it. Then protect her well."

A murmur like a sigh drifted past Ye Junze's ears, and when he turned around again, that gorgeous and enchanting figure was gone.

Ye Junze stood where he was, chewing his words, and suddenly frowned slowly.

"Yawn." Ye Lanyi yawned and rubbed the space between her brows wearily.

In front of her were two quaint fragments of scrolls.

After returning from Fan Qingxian's place, she immediately took out another piece of incomplete score and performed bleeding.

Sure enough, after being contaminated by blood, the fragmented scrolls obtained from the Haotian Tower also showed a fragmented map.

However, when putting the two pieces of paper back and forth, they couldn't find a place where they could fit together perfectly.

According to preliminary estimates, there are at least six fragments of this complete piano score.

She has two copies here, and the young master of the black market has one.

Where are the others?
Haotian Tower?
Haotian?

Ye Lanyi's heart moved. Since the first fragment was found in Haotian Tower, does Haotian know the relevant information?

Thinking of this, she couldn't sit still anymore, and rushed directly towards the dark ancient pagoda.

As soon as she walked to the front of the tower, the door of the tower, which was originally closed after nightfall, opened as if to welcome her.

Two figures, one black and one white, turned their heads sideways at the same time.

"Owner."

Haotian didn't seem to be dissatisfied with Ye Lanyi's reprimand last time, but his attitude became more respectful.

But Ye Lanyi was more interested in the other person present.

"Mr. Fan, why are you here?"

Fan Qingxian raised the corners of his lips, smiling softly and innocently, "I'm here to ask brother Haotian about something."

Haotian snorted without saving face, "Exquisite God"

As if remembering something, he suddenly paused, and said lightly: "I'm just a mere tower spirit, I can't bear your title."

"Brother Haotian has been practicing since ancient times and knows everything. We juniors need to ask you for advice." Fan Qingxian still smiled.

"In short, I have never heard of what you asked, and I don't know." Haotian coldly put on a gesture of seeing off the guests, without letting go.

"What exactly do you want to ask?" Ye Lanyi asked curiously.

"The other remnants of Qingxiao Yinfeng Qu." Fan Qingxian lowered his eyes and said lightly.

(End of this chapter)