Ever since I sat in the carriage, my heart ached and felt uneasy. I turned to look at Gai Nie and Tian Ming next to me, shaking my head as if sighing.

I opened the curtain, reached out and grabbed the edge of the carriage's roof, flipped it over hard, and sat on the roof easily.

Breathing the fresh air, my mental arithmetic became a little calmer. The Mohist giant was struck by the curse of Da Siming when he came to the Mohist government city, and unfortunately passed away. The Mohist giant is now dead.

We are now fleeing to the land of Qilu in the east.

It's late at night, and it looks like I'm going to spend the night in the countryside tonight. I put on a slightly more comfortable black robe, and a black cloak on top. It has the aristocratic style of the 19th century, but the black cloak adds to the mystery.

a feeling of.

No one had any objections to my outfit, because it looked pleasing to the eye and made it easier to move concealed at night. The left sleeve of the previous dress was torn and stained with blood and could no longer be worn.

I made this cloak in my spare time based on the character from The Twilight Zone I watched in my previous life. Not to mention it’s really that style!

The left arm recovered very quickly, and with the help of Onmyoji, there was no sequelae or anything like that, but the scars were really horrible!

That night, I sneaked into the woods far away from the camp and used Yin Yang magic for the last time to make a ring. To be precise, I made a parallel space storage seal on the ring.

It can be said that the ring is like an invisible locker that can store and retrieve items at will.

I put on my cloak again and put on the hat on the cloak. In the darkness, I could only vaguely see half of my fair face and red lips. The half of my face hidden under the wide hat revealed a wonderful temptation. The black color

His cloak fluttered in the wind, and there was no sense of being sneaky. He exuded the aura of a proud aristocrat, somewhat like a reclusive vampire aristocrat.

It's a pity that I can say that I am more cruel now than when vampires were cruel.

Except for the small woods, I quickly ran through the desolate land and headed towards the camp. Suddenly, a familiar smell forced me to stop.

I stood still and slowly turned around. Under the cover of the dark night, I saw the other person, it was Xinghun! I suppressed my excitement, no, I shouldn't have any illusions about the Yin Yang family!

Xinghun rushed here based on the fluctuation of Yin Yang magic, and when he saw this person with a strong and noble aura, he was a little unsure whether it was Xingyue.

"Xingyue?" The tone was still the same as before, monotonous and almost without any fluctuation.

Mi Wo smiled bitterly and stretched out his slender fingers to pull down the hat. When it fell, there was only calmness on his delicate face. There was no joy, no tenderness, not even despair, disgust, or indifference. Underneath the calmness, there was a nameless love.

Danger.

I raised the corners of my lips and raised the trademark fake smile commonly used by nobles in the movies I watched in my previous life.

"Xingyue, is dead."

Xinghun stared closely at those sea-blue eyes, and it took a long time to reveal a little bit of vulnerability, but it was covered up with doubts. I didn't see it. I only knew that it took too long to solve it quickly, even if I didn't do anything bad.
Chapter completed!