Nangong Mozhong glanced at the old man in surprise, but surprisingly did not blame him for his rudeness. Instead, he looked at Yang Wutian who was standing beside him.
"Wutian, have the Qing family's losers changed any abnormalities?
When Yang Wutian heard this, he replied respectfully: "No, but there are some situations that Wutian needs to report to the master."
Nangong Mozhong sat upright and said lightly: "Tell me."
"Although the Qing family did not do anything, it is understood that a young man had visited Qing Tong, the head of the Qing family, and the person who came was probably the young master of the Wanyan family who survived the disaster."
"Oh? Then, can we use this as an excuse to cure the Qing family's sins?"
Nangong Mo Zhongyu asked excitedly, but Yang Wutian frowned slightly, thinking: I really don’t understand why the military headquarters asked me to follow such a waste.
At this moment, a hoarse voice suddenly sounded: "Master, what brother means is that even if the Qing family has no movement now, they have to be careful."
After speaking, a figure slowly appeared in the darkness. Except for Yang Wutian, everyone was shocked because they discovered the existence of this figure until this time!
If the other party is malicious, I am afraid that he will have turned into a corpse before he can react.
Fang Minghe even broke out in cold sweat. He knew that this figure must be the man who was given to Nangong Mozhong by the Fourth Emperor of the Brahmasambhava. If he had been impulsive before and told the truth, he might not be able to fall behind. Even Nangong Mozhong would suffer.
Although Nangong Mozhong was not rude to him, he was his own son after all, and he was not aware of it. Everything was caused by Fang Minghe and he should not bear this responsibility.
Nangong Mozhong naturally didn't know what Fang Minghe was thinking. He was already attracted by the Qing family's affairs.
"I naturally know the meaning of Wuzhen. The Qing family must be guarded against, but I mean, using this as an excuse to lift the Qing family up in one fell swoop, isn't it good?"
"Master, never."
Hearing this, the black figure became anxious and couldn't help but walk under the light to persuade him.
He was closer to everyone, but everyone still couldn't see his appearance clearly. His whole body was surrounded by a gray-black spiritual energy. Only the general human form, facial features and other details were always hidden in the dark.
Nangong Mozhong looked at the figure that appeared and said furiously: "Yin Wu! What do you mean? Are you questioning this prince?"
When the black shadow heard this, he quickly jumped to kneel on the ground: "I can't help but dare."
Nangong Mozhong snorted coldly. Just as he was about to speak, Yang Wutian also knelt on the ground: "Master, the second brother doesn't mean this. It's just that although the master is wise, he doesn't understand the affairs of the previous dynasty. There is a reason why the emperor seized the empire but never attacked the Qing family. Otherwise, the master thought that the emperor would not find an excuse to deal with the Qing family?"
Yang Wutian said respectfully, but cold sweat oozed out of his face.
Listening to Yang Wutian's complimentary dissuasion, Nangong Mozhong's face looked better, but when he heard Yin Wutian's ears, he seemed to swallow a dead fly.
At the same time, watching his arrogant elder brother say such words in order to protect himself, he felt a pain in his heart and had the intention of defecting for the first time.
Nangong Mozhong touched his smooth chin, as if the beard did not exist, which made him look wiser. After a while, he slowly spoke: "Okay, get up, you are right. But I, I, have been eager to make contributions and neglected this level."
"Thank you, Master." Yang Wutian said, "He said with Yin Wutian, and stood up together. The latter's figure flashed and disappeared in the darkness again.
"If it's okay, then leave. I'm going to see the two beauties of the Winged Humans. If they can take down their sisters, it will definitely be of great help to my future plans."
Nangong Mozhong said, then stood up from the official hat chair and prepared to leave.
Yang Wutian quickly stopped him: "Master, let's wait, there is something else."
When Nangong Mozhong heard this, he took back his right foot, which had already stepped out, sat back on the chair, but his tone seemed a little impatient: "Say!"
Yang Wutian was unhappy, but he had to solve the matter first.
"According to news from the spies in Haibin City, after the arrival of Sister Moses, many ships entered our Dongyue Continent, all of whom came from the Land of Wind. I wonder if they were also aimed at the ancient ruins. Do we want to..."
Nangong Mozhong waved his hand impatiently and interrupted, "I don't know? I don't know if you still told me? You're wasting my time!"
"Wuye dares."
"Get out!"
"yes!"
Yang Wutian was about to leave, but his heart felt sad: Why did he follow such a fool?
"etc."
Nangong Mozhong called Yang Wutian, and a hint of hope flashed in the latter's eyes, but as Nangong Mozhong's next words came out, he completely lost confidence in this master.
"Help me check a boy named Xia Ye. If there is no background, you know what to do."
After saying that, Nangong Mozhong left without looking back, Fang Minghe and the white-haired old man also left one after another. Only Yang Wutian's lonely figure was left in the huge house.
"Honestly, brother, this is the only way to live under someone else's roof." A hoarse voice came from the darkness.
Yang Wutian turned around and looked at the source of the sound. There was still nothingness there, but for some reason, Yang Wutian's eyes turned red: "It doesn't matter what grievances I have suffered. This is how our three brothers have come here since childhood. However, when I think of the third brother who died in battle for such a person, I can't help but feel pain in my heart."
Yang Wutian's voice was hoarse at this time, as if responding to his words, and a faint voice came from the darkness again: "The third brother..."
After that, he fell into silence for a long time.
"Brother, if you feel tired, leave it to me for that summer night."
"No, I have a sense of responsibility." Yang Wutian paused and sighed, "It's a pity that an excellent little guy, that boy respects me very much, and his personality is almost exactly the same as his third brother."
After saying this, Yang Wutian shook his head, smiled self-deprecatingly, and then turned around and left.
In the darkness behind him, a gray-black figure condensed again, quietly watching the former's back as he left, saying a word.
It was not until Yang Wutian's figure disappeared outside the door that it dispersed.
If Yang Wutian had not left at this time, he would definitely see the firm light in his eyes before Yin could not dissipate.