Thousands of elegance

Chapter 548

The light of the luminous pearl casts on the empty and quiet secret room, which is quiet and quiet, dizzying the desolate loneliness.

I knew it would be like this, and this is also the reason why he has been hesitant, master... he can no longer put himself in danger...

Three days ago, Li Yexi and his party met Jun Yuehao's men on the way home, and after a life-and-death contest, they were outnumbered. Just when Wu Ya was dying, Li Yexi stepped forward and rescued Wu Ya's life also caused him to be injured.

After the master and servant came back and explained everything, Li Yexi began to retreat to heal his wounds, so he knew nothing about the outside world.

I have never heard of the rumor that the young master of the General's Mansion is seriously poisoned, and that the General's Mansion posted a notice offering a reward for the world's number one healing product——Ice Land Snow Lotus.

Ever since the last visit to the General's Mansion, Wu Ya has understood his master's intentions, and this Murong Yunqing's weight in his master's heart, but it is precisely because of this that he is even more worried, their positions and hers are doomed to be irreconcilable.

What they are going to do next is very involved, and the master must not have any accidents at this moment, because the matter is of great importance, and if there is a slight mistake, the whole game will be lost.

But... Wuya sighed bitterly, and quickly flew to follow.

As the wind blows, there are slight fluctuations in the air, like a small stone thrown into the water, causing ripples.

Wu Ya chased after him all the way, and finally saw a motionless, slender and tall figure in front of him from a distance, and a brocade robe spread out as if soaked in the moonlight, cold and indifferent.

The peerless man stood quietly with his eyes ahead, his black hair scattered behind his back, fluttering in the breeze.The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled red fire and bright blood on his body, and there was a kind of resolute loneliness.

For a moment, Wu Ya only felt that his eyes were burned by something, and there was a sharp pain.He had never seen such a lonely and pathetic man exuding such a shocking talent, aloof, strategizing, and everything under control.

The man's figure was as tall and straight as a rock pine, shining brightly, and his eyes were as deep as the sea. Li Yexi didn't go in after all, so he hid in a hidden place outside Yunyan Pavilion, watching the pair of unparalleled men and women in front of him calmly. Embracing each other quietly like a couple of gods and immortals, even the sound of the wind seems to have disappeared in their ears.

After a while, when Wu Ya was hesitating whether to step forward to interrupt his meditation, he suddenly turned around, his long and narrow phoenix eyes were calm and calm, and when he passed by Wu Ya, he said lightly: "Go!" Let's go." Then he flew away without looking back, but the steps of leaving revealed the firmness of the dust.

Wu Ya was not interested in what happened under the courtyard wall. He didn't know what changed his master's mind, but he had to say that he was secretly relieved that the master could make such a decision. After all, the general's mansion is now Unlike in the past, if the master insisted on going his own way, it would be bad if he alarmed that person.

As long as the master does not put himself in danger and is safe and sound, it is more important to him than anything else.

Without any hesitation, Wu Ya followed behind Li Yexi, leaving as quietly as when he came.

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Twilight, mist, night four together.

A black figure with a strong figure jumps up and down on the roof of the house quickly and jumps like walking on the ground, lightly tiptoes, the person is already three feet away, after several ups and downs, he jumps down in a small desolate courtyard.

"My subordinates see you, miss." Kneeling down on one knee, the movements were clean and unambiguous.

"How's the investigation going?" A voice as cold as water sounded in the silent night, without a trace of warmth.A black robe and cloak wrapped the whole body of this person, almost blending with the night.

(End of this chapter)