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Mu Ning was immediately shocked. Master Jian didn't leave at this time. What did he want to do?

At this moment, Mu Ning felt that her whole body was stiff. She did not dare to move, and she kept standing in the posture of bending over the bed, but her eyes were moving desperately.

Seeing Jian Muchen's breath getting closer and closer, the fragrance of the herb Zhilan, which was completely different from the rich ambergris scent on Rong Chu's body, slowly flowed into his nose like a tangible thing.

Mu Ning's heart beat wildly.

"Ah Ning..." In the darkness, Jian Muchen put his arms around the girl's slender waist. His chest was against her back, and his hot breath hit her cheek. He whispered in her ear, "I want to

want--"

"Ah!" However, before Master Jian could say what he wanted, he was interrupted by Mu Ning's sudden scream.

In the darkness, Jian Muchen saw the girl in his arms suddenly turned around and quickly slipped out from under his arm in a very strange posture.

"I feel a little stomachache. I'm going to poop. Master, you can do it yourself!" Mu Ning's eyes flickered and she didn't dare to look at Master Jian, so she hurried away.

Jian Muchen raised his eyebrows, and when he saw the girl running away like a frightened bird, he couldn't help but have a faint smile on his lips.

Of course Mu Ning didn't go to the toilet, she hadn't tortured herself to the point of seeking out the smell.

As soon as she went out, she ran directly to another courtyard not far away.

Qingxue was arranged to live there.

Mu Ning thought that she might not be able to sleep in her room tonight. Who knew whether the unscrupulous Master Jian would be waiting for her.

The last thing he said was that he wanted her. Mu Ning could guess with her toes that Jian Qin must have meant that he wanted her!

Being attacked by him once had already made her so miserable that she was almost scared to death. She didn't want to become a tool for Master Jian to vent his desires.

She couldn't count on Rong Chu. His character was too bad. If she could hide from him, she would never take the initiative to look for him.

So Mu Ning thought about it and felt that she had no choice but to go to Qingxue.

The light was still on in the room, and Qingxue was sewing a strange piece of clothing under the light. Seeing Mu Ning come in, Qingxue was not surprised. She looked around and saw no one, so she lowered her voice and asked, "Miss,

Is it the master..."

In Qingxue's opinion, the only person who could make her young lady panic so much was her master.

As for the other man who can make the young lady feel confused, it is His Royal Highness Prince Gong.

However, if the young lady meets His Highness Prince Gong, she will usually either get angry or curse in anger. Once she appears as restless as she did today, she must have met the leader again.

Mu Ning nodded dejectedly. She felt that if she continued to be entangled with Jian Muchen, someone would find out sooner or later.

Just like tonight, she was caught by someone Rong Chu knew when she wasn't paying attention.

What if Mr. Qin mentioned to Rong Chu that she was walking hand in hand with Jian Muchen on the street, how could she explain it to make Rong Chu believe her?

And if this incident were spread, it would be a trivial matter for her to lose her reputation. Once the shackles of moral judgment were put on her, she would only end up sinking into Jiang.

The more Mu Ning thought about it, the more melancholy she became. She sat with her chin in her hands and watched Qingxue making clothes, but her thoughts were not here.

Because Mu Ning suddenly remembered Jian Muchen's unnatural moment when he faced Mr. Qin, the leader of the Chengtian Sect.

She had a feeling that these two people must know each other.

What she meant was that Qin Aotian should know Jian Muchen and was still doubting Jian Muchen's true identity.

Because from the moment they met, Mu Ning noticed that Qin Aotian's eyes had hardly moved away from Jian Muchen's face.

And Jian Muchen should also have a close relationship with Qin Aotian, otherwise, he would not be so nervous if he just faced a stranger.

"Qingxue, has your master been wearing a mask from the beginning? Do you know what he looks like and his origins?" Mu Ning thought about it again and again, but still felt very confused, so she asked Qing

Snow is her biggest concern.

But what disappointed Mu Ning was that Qingxue didn't know anything about her problem at all.

According to Qingxue, the Snow Dragon Sect was not originally called the Snow Dragon Sect, but was an organization formed voluntarily by some martial arts practitioners. For many years, it has been a fragmented and independent organization.

It wasn't until a mysterious person reorganized the organization twenty years ago and eliminated the scattered organizations that refused to be managed that the Snow Dragon Sect reached its current scale.

After that, with the appearance of Jian Muchen ten years ago, he conquered everyone with his powerful force, and in one fell swoop the Snow Dragon Sect became the largest sect in the world.

Moreover, the rumor in the world that the Snow Dragon Sect is also a sect of killers and would dare to kill anyone as long as they have money is also wrong.

The Chengtian Sect will kill anyone as long as they have money, while the Snow Dragon Sect has always only killed those who deserve to be killed.

"Could Jian Muchen still appear out of thin air? Doesn't anyone know his origin?" After listening to Qingxue's words, Mu Ning couldn't help but raise her eyebrows in confusion.

"At least no one in the sect knows the true identity of the master." Qingxue said after finishing the last stitch and biting off the thread.

Mu Ning thought for a moment, then suddenly raised her eyes and glanced out the window, "Qingxue, help me go and see if Jian Muchen has left!"

"No need to look! The master has left." Qingxue chuckled, "Miss, the master must be teasing you. If he really wants to do anything to you, even if you escape to the ends of the world, he will still look for you.

You won’t just sit there and wait!”

"..." Mu Ning's face immediately became embarrassed.

She has a psychological shadow on Master Jian. Even Qingxue can see it, but she doesn't understand it.

"I'm going back to sleep." Mu Ning stood up with a look of resentment and prepared to go back.

"Miss, I'll give it to you!" Qingxue put away the shirt that Mu Ning designed for the rich man and followed him out.

The courtyard where Mu Ning lives is called Ziyuan, which is where the Royal Palace of Zhongzhou entertains distinguished guests. The environment in the garden is very elegant and quiet.

"Qingxue, you go and take a look first!" Mu Ning was still worried about Master Jian. She was worried that she would just pass by. If Master Jian didn't leave, wouldn't she be sending a sheep into the tiger's mouth?

Qingxue shook her head in a funny way, her young lady was really frightened by her master.

When it was confirmed that Master Jian was indeed gone, Mu Ning breathed a sigh of relief.

She asked Qingxue to go back and take off her shoes to sleep. However, for some reason, she had been feeling uneasy tonight.

No! To be precise, she felt her heart beating so fast ever since she set foot on the border of Zhongzhou.

In the darkness, Mu Ning opened her eyes wide. Under the moonlight, her eyes were dark and bright.

But at this moment, these clear and bright eyes were filled with a hint of sadness. When will she be able to break through the fog in front of her and know the truth of everything?

Mu Ning turned over and reached out to touch the back of her head. There was still the last soul-locking needle there.

***

Time goes back to after Mu Ning and Jian Muchen separated from Qin Aotian.

In an inconspicuous house at the corner of the long street, a tall and thin man in a green shirt was sitting at the table, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand and taking a sip.

"Master!" A thin man standing next to Qin Aotian frowned and reported to him respectfully, "Jian Muchen sent Princess Gong back to Zhongzhou Palace and left immediately without leaving her behind."

"Where is Rong Chu?" Qin Aotian didn't move his eyelids and sipped the tea lightly.

"Prince Gong was drunk and was helped to rest by his guards," said Gale Feng.

"Are you sure it's him?" Qin Aotian put down the tea cup, his hawk-like eyes were sinister and dangerous.

"I don't dare to speak nonsense. There were too many guards at that time and I couldn't get close!" Gale Feng frowned, doubt flashing in his eyes, "The sect master is suspicious..."

Qin Aotian looked at Gale, and said in a calm and hoarse voice, "Don't you think Jian Muchen's origin is too mysterious? Even I can't see through his origin, but he is so close to Rong Chu..."

"However, if you suspect that Jian Muchen is related to Prince Gong based on this alone, it seems too..." Hesitation flashed in Gale Feng's eyes.

"Are you saying that my inference is too arbitrary?" Qin Aotian had veins bulging on the back of his thin and visibly bony hands. He smiled slightly, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"I don't dare, but I still feel that they don't look alike. The two of them have completely different temperaments, and their bodies... don't seem to be very similar. In terms of martial arts, I have fought against Jian Muchen. The Ten Commandments he used are very weird. I can't see them at all."

They don’t come from a sect, but Prince Gong learned martial arts from the sect master, and they appear at the same time not just once or twice, but everything seems different."

Hayate expressed his point of view, and after thinking for a while, he added, "If I were Prince Gong and I had another identity that I didn't want others to know, I would never let that identity have anything to do with my current identity.

.”

Both Ji Feng Hongfeng and Xun Feng are Qin Aotian's most trusted confidants, so they usually don't speak as respectfully as other disciples. They always say whatever they want.

"You're absolutely right!"

Qin Aotian nodded, curled his fingers and tapped on the table.

In the sound of "Dede", his lips curved into a smile, "But maybe this is where Rong Chu is so clever..."

"Yes!" Gale responded respectfully, and the sect master allowed him to express his opinions directly, but this did not mean that he could refute the sect master again and again.

"I saw that Rong Chu seemed to like that little girl very much, and my efforts to save her were not in vain. But what I want is for her to win Rong Chu's heart, not for her to get entangled with Jian Muchen. If Jian Muchen really

It’s not Rong Chu…”

Qin Aotian squinted his eyes, a sinister and cold light flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly hooked his hand towards the wind.

Gale passed by and didn't know what Qin Aotian ordered him. Gale raised his eyebrows, then bowed and bowed, and then retreated.

Qin Aotian picked up the tea cup again and took a sip. The tea was already cold, but he seemed not to notice it.

The pair of falcon-like eyes glowed like a wolf under the light of the dark night.

Tonight, some people are destined not to be peaceful.

At the same time, in a luxuriously decorated pavilion in Zhongzhou City, a group of men and women dressed in southern Xinjiang costumes were singing and dancing.
To be continued...