"But, I don't care about this at all?" His eyes flashed with pleading, looking at Ye Zhikuang, his handsome face full of expectation.

Ye Zhikuang turned his back to him and replied calmly: "What are you expecting? I... and you, even if you were not born in the Murong family, we can't do it."

Her words made Mo Junxie feel at ease inexplicably, and there was a faint arc at the corner of his mouth. He was neither proud nor gloating, but kept her words silently in his heart.

Although it was just a simple rejection, in Mo Junxie's heart it was a promise that he would never change his heart.

He slowly walked towards Ye Zhikuang, raised his hand, hugged her body and said, "Let's go back."

"Didn't you say that the Murong family has dragon souls? Those are the dragon souls of our clan. I should be qualified to take them back." There was a cold indifference in Ye Zhikuang's tone, not because he was alienated from Murong Fu.

It's the hatred towards the Murong family.

Murong Fu's heart twitched hard, he looked at her unwillingly, and asked: "Ye Zhikuang, is your heart cold?"

"..." Ye Zhikuang and Mo Junxie both turned back to look at Murong Fu.

"Yes, it may not be." Mo Junxie replied for her what she wanted to say.

Murong Fu roared with red eyes: "Shut up, I didn't ask you a question, what qualifications do you have to answer for her."

"Because I witnessed her people being massacred by your family." There was a chill in his eyes, and he stared at Murong Fu coldly.

Murong Fu looked at Mo Junxie blankly. He seemed to be the same age as him, but he said that he had witnessed her people being massacred by his family.

How is this possible?

Could it be that he has lived in this world for a long time and has a top-notch cultivation level, so he has always maintained the appearance of his youth.

"Who are you?" Murong Fu asked coldly in a calm voice.

"You will know later." Mo Junxie didn't want to continue to struggle with him, so he grabbed her waist and jumped towards the entrance of the cave.

Murong Fu touched the golden coffin, and his clothes were stained with poison. The poison soaked into the clothes and blended into his skin, making his face immediately turn pale.

But all he could see was the woman who was getting further and further away from him.

He reached out and tried to grab a piece of her clothing, but the clothing slipped away from his fingertips.

Green Dragon Shadow, howling furiously, was poisoned, so using his martial spirit would only accelerate the poison in his body to attack his heart.

But he doesn't want to care about anything now. He wants to leave here and ask the old lady what is the connection between the Dragon Clan and the Murong family, and whether the Murong family was really involved in the massacre of Junlan City.

**

In front of the gate of the Murong Ancestral Hall, hundreds of guards dressed in black and holding swords surrounded the ancestral hall.

There was soaring murderous aura in the air, bloodthirsty and terrifying.

The leader was the gray-haired old man, the old lady of the Murong family.

She rested her hands on the crutches, and with a pair of bright eyes on her old face, she looked intently at the closed door.

And behind her stood a young woman in pink clothes, also holding a sword.

She is none other than Murong Tiantian.

The old lady hurried back from the palace because her jade ring finger sent a signal, and that signal was emanating from the ancient tomb.

The three major families are still in the palace. The old lady used the excuse that there was a thief in the family, which may be related to the strong evil spirit that emitted outside the city last night. An Xuyao ​​was one of the witnesses of the massacre, so knowing that the old lady

Jun's uneasiness and the Murong family's position.

If it was as he thought, there were still people alive in the Silver Dragon Clan, then the first person they were looking for would be the Murong family.

He quickly asked the old lady to rush back to Murong's house to check, and then go to the palace to discuss matters after the Murong family's affairs were settled.

The old lady had always suspected that Ye Zhikuang was a descendant of that dragon clan.

She couldn't believe that the people of the Silver Dragon Tribe were really extinct. People who had lived in anxiety these years had also become cautious.

But Murong Fu was a disobedient child and entered the ancient tomb many times. She had no choice but to kill in order to save her family.

A chilly atmosphere emanated from the ancestral hall.

The old lady told Murong Tiantian that there was a thief at home, so she didn't know that the thief was her brother Fu and Ye Zhikuang.

"Squeak--" The door was gently opened from the inside.

The surrounding guards, as well as countless secret guards, also began to breathe lightly.

Ye Zhikuang and Mo Junxie looked at each other in the ancestral hall.

"Guess how many people there are?" Ye Zhikuang asked.

Facing a formidable enemy, Ye Zhikuang not only did not feel afraid, but calmly asked him "how many people are there?" It was like having a meal and asking the other party after he was full, "Have you brought any money?"

Mo Junxie gave a low chuckle and said with a smile: "There are one hundred and eighty-seven people surrounding the ancestral hall, fifty secret guards, and five masters of the Murong family. The old lady of the Murong family really looks up to you.

"

After hearing this, instead of being frightened by the strong men surrounding the temple, she smiled gently.

Putting on the dandy air of a young man, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Brother, how are you? Are you handsome?"

"Pfft——" Qibao spurted out blood.

The corners of Mo Junxie's mouth twitched fiercely a few times, and the corners of his eyes twitched frequently. Next time he would never allow Qibao to disguise his woman as a man.

What does this look like!!!

But, having said that, she does look very much like a man.

He has a delicate face and a tall figure. Although he does not look strong, people feel that he is as gentle as spring.

However, that tightness is only seen on the surface.

"How is it?" Ye Zhikuang pushed him and continued to pose handsomely.

Mo Junxie couldn't bear it and said: "You're so ugly, you're not as handsome as I am."

"You..." She immediately clenched her fists and glared angrily at the man in front of her. If she was more handsome, he would be jealous of her. If she was more beautiful, he would be even more afraid of her being abducted. This is a very complicated situation.

man.

Qibao squatted at their feet, picked up a mirror and a comb, looked in the mirror and combed his hair, and said coquettishly: "I'm still the most handsome."

Suddenly thinking of the pig song that Ye Zhikuang taught it, it hummed softly at this moment: "Pig, your nose has two holes. When you have a cold, you still have snot. Pig, you have a black nose."

eyes..."

Mo Junxie and Ye Zhikuang couldn't stand it, staring condescendingly at Qibao, who was calmer than them.

This is a pig-man-monster who doesn’t know whether to live or die.

Each of them punched Qibao hard on the head.

"Bang, bang——"

"Oh-"

"Woo...my mirror, my hair-"

The mirror was shattered on the floor, and Qibao crawled over "inconsolable" and put the fragmented lenses together while crying without tears.

Both of them ignored its howl.

Ye Zhikuang glanced at the old lady standing behind him, looking like he was going to "chop" her to death, and his heart sank.

She leaned her back against the door and didn't go out for a long time.

Mo Junxie knew why she asked him "Are you handsome?"

She just didn't want Murong Tiantian to know that she broke into the Murong family again, and even went to the Murong family's ancient tomb to take away some things before disguising herself.

Mo Junxie caressed her face: "You've made yourself so bad that I almost don't dare to recognize you, but that girl can still recognize you, so I'm convinced by her."

"Really?" she asked uncertainly, raised her hand to touch her delicate face, turned around, and was about to go out to meet the enemy, when Mo Junxie's deep words rang out again: "Besides, what about the Murong family and yours?"

There is a deep hatred among the clan members, so you might still want to be a close friend with someone who has hurt your clan members."

She was startled, and her hand that wanted to push the door was hanging in the air.

Mo Junxie stood behind her and said: "Although they have not done anything to harm you now, everything will be different after you go out. You, the Murong family, and the Dragon Clan are destined to be at odds with each other, and even

There are no people in this entire country that you can give your heart to."

"They may have really cared about you, and you have given sincerely, but you have to believe that time can change everything, and even the strongest feelings can be washed away by time."

"Am I the same as you?" She turned away, looked at him, and asked.

His handsome face and dark eyes like stars are twinkling with starlight, showing sadness and helplessness.

"If there comes a day when I can't come back, you..."

"I don't want to hear that kind of nonsense." Ye Zhikuang interrupted Mo Junxie, with strong scruples on his eyebrows. She didn't want to hear him say such depressing words. There was no "if" in her life.

He pushed the door open hard and said coldly: "Since we have to face it from the beginning, let's do it now."

The door "squeaked".

A young man in purple clothes slowly walked out.

Then another man in white followed him. Each of them had a swing, one was a handsome one with blind eyes, and the other was a handsome and evil one.
To be continued...