Secret agent Xiao Mengfei

Chapter 541 Missing
"Thanks for your hard work, Xiaolie." Fansha said.

Qin Yunlie frowned, "I only felt indifference from your words, but no real comfort at all."

Fan Sha sighed softly, walked to the desk, raised his hand and patted Qin Yunlie's head, "Work hard, and in the future you will definitely become a more wise emperor than that hypocritical former emperor, and you will be immortalized forever in history."

"Don't touch my head, I'm not a child anymore!" Qin Yunlie waved Fan Sha's hand away angrily, "And you seem to have slandered my father casually?"

"Just tell the truth."

Qin Yunlie felt very tired, "Okay, you'd better go back to your house and sleep in with your pillow. I have to review the memorial again."

"En." Fansha turned around, walked to the door of the imperial study, and then turned his head and said lightly: "Don't make it too late, don't go to bed after midnight."

"Know it."

Qin Yunlie sat down again, complaining silently.

In Fansha's eyes, even after so many years, he still regards Qin Yunlie as the frizzy little boy when he first met.

Regardless of whether he was the sixth prince back then or ascended to the throne, in front of Vatican, he would only be humbled.

Once again, I sighed, what kind of crime was committed at that time, so that I could bring a god of death home.

Qin Yunlie began to review the memorial, and when he was concentrating on it, he seemed to catch a glimpse of a shadow outside the window from the corner of his eye.

"Afan? What's the matter with you?"

Qin Yunlie thought it was Fan who returned after killing him, so he put down his brush and asked aloud.

However, there was silence outside the window.

Only the desolate sound of Xiao Xiao's night wind seemed to herald the coming crisis.

Qin Yunlie pursed his thin lips lightly, and immediately entered a state of alert.

At least he came from the battlefield, and he was very sensitive to dangerous smells.

"Who?!"

The moment the gust of wind rushed through the window, Qin Yunlie yelled and released the Jialan gun in his hand!
call--

The young emperor was completely too late to make a move.

After a gust of evil wind passed, there was no one in the imperial study room, only the unfinished memorials were kept turning with the remaining wind.

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Biyou Mountain.

The peaks are continuous, green and steep.

If it is said that among the Twelve Spiritual Peaks, the Jingshen Mountains are majestic and magnificent, and the Penglai Xianshan is filled with immortality, then Biyou Mountain is as beautiful and soft as a lotus coming out of water.

The shadowy mountains look like a very enchanting woman, sometimes dancing lightly, sometimes lying on her back.

"Oh, I am very fond of this place. The Hall of Eight Gods should not be built on the top of the clouds in Penglai Mountain. It should be built in this Biyou Mountain, so as to match my aura."

Si Mojin walked behind Shen Ye and Mu Lingsha, looking around with appreciation.

In the end, he still followed.

Shen Ye kept a dark face all the way and remained silent.

Mu Lingsha was also very curious about this new environment. Hearing Si Mojin's evaluation, she couldn't help but said: "It does match your previous temperament, but you have changed your image now, and you are not suitable for Biyou Mountain anymore. , more suitable for Mount Penglai.”

Si Mojin wanted to brush his hair habitually, but found that the three thousand black hairs had been cut off, so he couldn't help sighing:

"This gentleman is impulsive. The Japanese gentleman has been locking himself in the Jianjian Pavilion for the past few days and meditating. Suddenly, he felt that the appearance was both annoying and redundant. After being confused by the appearance, he couldn't see the heart. So he cut off his hair and changed his clothes. Thinking about it now, this is nothing more than a meaningless act of formality."

Mu Lingsha chuckled: "It turns out that you have comprehended such a profound truth."

(End of this chapter)