This person is actually Pei Rong!

Liu Yunxiang hesitated a little and took Zijin to follow him from the small path into the backyard of Tianxianglou.

When Zijin was injured in his arm, Pei Rong took the medicine and muslin for them.

"The officials will not find this place. You two wait for a while and you will be able to leave after they leave." Pei Rong said.

Pei Rong was wearing a white brocade robe and a jade-like face. Unlike ordinary businessmen, he was somewhat involved in mercy, but he was gentle and full of books. It is hard to imagine that such a person would become a famous tycoon in his previous life.

"Why did Mr. Pei save us?" Liu Yunxiang asked curiously.

Pei Rong smiled, "Actually, I really want to slap Han Zhao a few times. You two are trying to relieve me."

"I think Mr. Pei is a good friend to this Han Zhao?"

"It's indeed a friend."

"That?"

"My friends also stabbed the knife in the back, aren't they?"

Liu Yunxiang turned his mind and understood what he said. The two were originally friends, but Han Zhao stabbed Pei Rong in the back, so they were just friends on the surface and no longer had any sincerity.

"I still have to thank Mr. Pei."

Pei Rong nodded, turned around and walked towards the front yard. After two steps, he thought of something and turned his head again.

"I'm curious about something. Girl, why are you willing to follow me? Are you not afraid of handing you over to the government?"

She easily believed a stranger, and she thought he and Han Zhao were friends, and this person was not as simple as that.

Liu Yunxiang exhaled gently. In his previous life, this little Marquis Pei was not only rich, but also generous. His kindness was as famous as his wealth.

There are countless, admirable.

Liu Yunxiang really couldn't explain, so she said, "I'm looking at the little marquis."

"oh?"

"I can see photos!"

Pei Rong smiled. This time it was not a polite smile, but a happy smile.

"Okay, girl, you..."

"My surname is Liu and my name is Yunxiang."

Pei Rong nodded and bowed, "That's Miss Liu. After the officers and soldiers leave later, the two of them will leave through the back door. We will have a date later."

"Thanks."

After watching Pei Rong leave, Liu Yunxiang couldn't help but grab Zi Jin's hand and said excitedly: "Good girl, we're worth it this time!"

"What's the value?"

"It's golden."

Zi Jin scratched her head, not understanding what her girl meant, nor did she understand why she was so excited.

Jingchuanyuan, the beggar and Mujin were so anxious that they were circling in the front yard. They turned together and looked at each other, and sighed.

"It's so late, why haven't the master come back yet?"

"Isn't it a mess again?"

"Why don't you follow him?"

"He knew it at that time, and he didn't want me to follow."

Mu Ji stopped and looked at the door, "Master, you must not have anything to do."

As soon as Mu Jin finished speaking, she saw Yan Mu limping.

The two of them hurriedly met him and saw that his face looked indifferent, as usual, but his eyes were deep, no longer as they had been confused about time and space before.

"where have you been?"

Yan Mu ignored him and continued to walk to the backyard.

The beggar was used to his silence, but just followed him and muttered: "Lao Qi, there are too many people in Jin'an City who want to kill you, you have lost your skills again, and your mind is often unclear, so don't go out so late.

.If you really want to go out for a walk, you can call me or the Red Candle.”

When the beggar said this, he exclaimed, "Where is the flower candle?"

Mu Ji rubbed her forehead, "Today she has been practicing medicine in the pharmacy for a day, and after several failures, she has refined a small bottle of pills."

"Then what?"

"Then Chongming ate it as a sugar bean."

The beggar's old heart couldn't stand it, "Are you still... alive?"

"Life is to live, that is..."

"Just live, no matter how bad it is, it will not be much worse." The beggar patted his chest and said.

Mu Ji twitched the corners of her mouth and swallowed the words below.

The beggar followed Yan Mu to his courtyard. After a while, he stumbled for a while, and asked, "Lao Qi, it's good that you have a clear mind. If you can't bear the past, just leave it alone and live your life in the future. Also, Qian Qian also said that

Don't...don't be overwhelmed."

Yan Mu stopped and stroked his chest with his hands tremblingly.

After a long time, he said, "She is here."

The beggar was stunned, "Well, I know, she is here to find you. Will you forgive her?"

"Why did I forgive her? She did nothing wrong?" Yan Mu lowered his head and was silent for a while. "I hated her the most, but then I thought about it, everyone else did something that I felt sorry for me, but she didn't.

So why should I hate her?"

The beggar sighed when he heard this. When Yan Mu said these words, he had no emotions and his tone was faint, as if he was just explaining a truth that everyone could agree with but not mixed with emotions.

Because of that poison, he became indifferent to love and hate.

"Hey, why are there blood on your cuffs?"

Yan Mu looked down, his eyes flashed with harshness, but he didn't respond and walked back to his room. He sat cross-legged on the bed, and the scene he had just in the alley appeared in his mind.

He Zichong drank too much, walked swayingly, and kept scolding.

"What's so great about him? Isn't it just that he looks down on me because of his family's power? I'm a Jinshi in three subjects, and he is a pure waste!"

He Zichong had drunk too much, but was not completely drunk, so he didn't dare to scold too loudly.

Hearing the sound of fighting at the corner ahead, he stopped hesitantly. Just as he was about to listen carefully, he looked up and saw a black shadow standing a few steps away from him.

Through the moonlight, he saw clearly the face of the person in front of him.

"You bastard, you are playing a ghost here in the middle of the night, scaring you!"

He Zichong relies on Han Zhao to bully others and bullies Yan Mu a lot. Especially seeing that Yan Mu has always been dead and obedient, he will vent his anger from Han Zhao on Yan Mu's head.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Yan Mu walking towards him.

"Hey, I can't stand firmly. Come and lie down and let me sit for a while."

When Yan Mu walked closer, He Zichong's eyes were extremely cold when he saw him, which was not as stupid as before, which made him feel a little scared.

He subconsciously took a step back, "How could you...you appear in...ah!"

Before he could finish his words, he only shook a light, and the next moment he saw his arm fly out. Before he could scream, the cold light flashed by, his face felt cold and blood mist was blurred.

He grew up his mouth, and before he could scream, his tongue was cut. He was so painful that his whole body twitched, and he instinctively wanted to escape, but then his legs were broken. Then, his whole body was thrown out.

In the final consciousness, he was stabbed into the chest by Han Zhao.

Under Han Zhao's astonished gaze, he closed his eyes.

Yan Mu looked down at his hands, with blood still burning his eyes. He didn't have to be so cruel, but at that moment, something seemed to enslave him in his body.

At this time, he knew what he had done, but he could not understand whether he was feeling at that time, whether he was happy, hatred, or something.

He just thinks he is not him anymore.

Even he is unfamiliar with such himself.

He couldn't help but look at the murderous knife, and suddenly felt a strong desire...
Chapter completed!