"I don't know what Zhang Yang is doing at this moment."

Mo Yun hesitated for a moment, suppressed the murderous intent caused by his inner uneasiness, and did not follow the old man, nor did he walk in the direction of the side hall.

Instead, they circle around the yard casually.

If the Zhang family is sorted at this moment by risk level, then Mo Yun believes that the farther away from Zhang Yang's third uncle's courtyard, the safer it is.

But the real situation is hard to say.

In a different space, many situations are unknown and unpredictable.

Like the last time, Mo Yun did not expect that the first time he and Chi Muyun met Mes would be the priest of the Secret Sect.

They talked all the way, but Mo Yun did not discover Mes' hidden identity.

So according to previous experience, the old man who suddenly appeared just now is not worthy of trust.

He didn't do it right away, just because he was afraid of alerting the enemy.

Therefore, he chose not to go to the courtyard where the "third master" got married, nor to the side hall where the old man asked him to go, but to try to move away from these places.

After walking a few steps, Mo Yun suddenly discovered that there was a quiet courtyard on the edge of a remote corridor about ten meters away on his right.

The atmosphere of this yard is very incompatible with the lively atmosphere outside, like a lonely island standing quietly in the sea of ​​people.

For some reason, he actually felt something worthy of his attention.

He looked around again.

Along the way, the Zhang family basically ignored him, as if they hadn't seen him.

At this moment, many people seemed to be walking towards the courtyard where the third master got married.

There are fewer people here.

"According to what Zhang Yang said, the beginning of the Zhang family massacre was in the courtyard of his third uncle; and now the so-called "Three Masters" are getting married again, there must be some connection in this."

Mo Yun thought as he walked towards the quiet courtyard.

After walking for more than ten steps, Mo Yun suddenly felt an inexplicable gaze falling on him.

Looking up, he found a woman in a long white dress standing at the door of the yard, looking at him quietly.

Silently, I don't know how long I have been watching.

He hurriedly stopped.

"Sorry, this girl is a visiting friend, but her friend is not there, so she just took a walk around and somehow broke into the girl's place. I'm really sorry."

Mo Yun said quickly in a gentle tone.

As soon as he saw this woman, he felt a chill on the back of his neck, as if someone had stuffed a ball of snow into it.

This woman is dangerous...

"No need to be sorry, I am not from the Zhang family." The woman in white dress said coldly.

While talking, Mo Yun quietly looked at the woman in white dress and found that she didn't seem to be old, but the white dress made her look very mature, probably only at the age of seventeen or eighteen.

"So that's it." Mo Yun narrowed his eyes, "Then I'll say goodbye."

"Young Master, why should you leave in a hurry?" the woman in white said calmly, "Meeting is fate, why don't you come in and sit in? Anyway, your younger brother's friends are not here."

"Well……"

Mo Yun couldn't find a reason to refuse.

He had a premonition that he might be fine if he agreed, but if he refused, it would cause some terrible consequences.

This premonition has saved him several times.

"Then I'm respectful, it's better to obey my duty."

Mo Yun walked into the yard and calmed down.

Anyway, his intuition only tells him that it is dangerous and not fatal, and the woman in front of him still has a gentle attitude towards him.

After walking into the yard for a few steps, Mo Yun realized that the woman was very beautiful.

A pair of slender eyebrows are like crescent meniscus, with fair skin and slim figure. A pair of clear eyes look charming, even when standing under the moonlight, it looks beautiful and charming.

"Who is the friend you are visiting?" the woman asked.

"Zhang Yang." Mo Yun replied.

"Zhang Yang?" the woman nodded, "The eldest son of the Zhang family, it's a pity that he is not here."

"Dare you ask about the girl's name?"

"Wen Shuling." The woman said calmly.

"So it's Miss Wen." Mo Yun nodded, "I'm going down to Mo Yun."

"Mo Yun, Mo Yun." Wen Shuling repeated, "It turned out to be the eldest son of the Mo family."

"Do you know me?" Mo Yun was stunned for a moment.

"I've heard of it before." Wen Shuling nodded calmly.

"Well……"

Mo Yun was silent for a moment and asked:

"Did the girl come to visit her friends too?"

"No, I'm here to attend the wedding."

"Why did that girl stay here?" Mo Yun was stunned.

"Because I was forced to come."

Wen Shuling suddenly raised her head, and a ghostly curved corner of her mouth made it difficult to tell whether to cry or laugh.

"How dare the Zhang family do this?"

Mo Yun frowned, "If the girl doesn't want to, I'm willing to make the decision for the girl."

He had confirmed that the woman named Wen Shuling in front of him was definitely in a problem.

But he couldn't figure out the other party's background for a while, so he simply followed the other party's words and continued.

"Yeah?"

Wen Shuling stared at Mo Yun for a while, and suddenly sighed quietly: "It would be great if I could meet the young master earlier."

“It’s not too late.”

Mo Yun said calmly.

"No, it's too late."

Footsteps sounded outside the door.

Wen Shuling showed a shrill smile.

"Bang!"

The door was suddenly kicked open.

Several strong men in gray short clothes rushed out from behind Mo Yun. One of them was tall and big, with a fierce expression. After kicking open the door, they all rushed in.

"The bride is actually here, talking to a young man."

A strong man in the head sneered, "What kind of decent thing is it."

"I think... I can catch this little white face and let the brothers play for a while." The other strong man's eyes shined, "The skin is tender and tender, no worse than the girl."

"No, don't hurt Mr. Mo, he is the eldest son of the Mo family! This matter has nothing to do with him!"

Wen Shuling's face changed and she begged.

"How could Mr. Mo talk to someone like you in such a place? Besides, even if Mr. Mo is really Mr. Mo, I'm not afraid." The strong man in the lead sneered, "Do it for me! The third master is anxious."

The strong men next to them surrounded them.

Wen Shuling looked very panicked, her thin body blocking Mo Yun's face.

Several vulgar men sneered coldly, as if they were watching a joke.

Mo Yun frowned and slowly pulled out the long knife from his waist.

Whether it was an illusion, a conspiracy, or an act, he could no longer help it.

"No wonder the Zhang family was destroyed. It seems that they have nothing to do with you servants. Even if the people who crawled out of the dung pile would be covered with odor."

Mo Yun sighed.

"Slay the family? You guys, how dare you insult us?"

The strong man was furious and said word by word.

The people next to them also sneered and discussed:

"Do it for me! Remove this kid's limbs first and then play slowly!"
To be continued...