Mozun, she came across from the Nvzun country

Chapter 50
The hall is spacious and open, and even the slightest footsteps will echo.

There is a woman on the main seat at the front of the hall, dressed in a purple brocade suit, her black hair is like a waterfall, there seems to be a touch of ice that cannot be melted between her brows, her eyes are deep and dark, her lips are as red as blood, and she exudes a noble and extraordinary look. The only failure is the hideous scar on the left face.

"Master." Qiutong stood in the center of the hall and bowed respectfully to greet her. Now she has grown into the height that a 15-year-old girl should have.

"How is things going?" Her voice faded from childishness, and became a little more lazy and deep.

"Returning to the master, the important positions in the building have been changed, but there are still troublemakers and dissatisfied people. Please give Qiutong another half a month, the master will definitely be able to handle it." Qiutong replied nervously.

"Too slow." Qiong Ying was not very satisfied.

Qiutong bowed her head in shame, she had done her best in everything the master explained, and she had done it very well in the eyes of others, and she thought it was not bad, but the mediocre words of the master made her Pride and confidence collapsed in an instant, and he felt ashamed.

"Go with no intention tomorrow."

"Yes, master." Qiutong nodded and replied, although she was dissatisfied with Wuxin, Wuxin had only been with her master for less than a year, and she was not familiar with Yan Dian, yet her master entrusted Wuxin with many important things.

"Next month I will go on a long journey, maybe I will go for a few years, you can figure it out." Qiongying didn't expect the two of them to be able to do it well, it was all about experience.

Qiutong was surprised, how many years will the master travel far?Not a month or two, but a few years?Where is the master going?
"Master, Wuxin begs to go on a long journey with Master." Wuxin lowered her head and begged.

Qiongying lifted her eyelids and her eyes fell on Wuxin. She was quite satisfied with Wuxin, but Wuxin liked to disobey her orders.

"Wu Xin, why Wu Xin?"

"Master, Wuxin knows, Wuxin knows his mistakes." Wuxin's face turned pale, and his memory was like a tide. The master gave him the name Wuxin, Wuqing Wuxin.

Qiongying put down the book in her hand, got up and walked outside the hall.

"So, it's good to do it yourself."

"Yes, Master, Wuxin waits for Master's return." Wuxin's voice was calm, no matter how many years she would wait.

Only then did Qiutong look directly at Wuxin. She didn't like Wuxin, not because she was jealous of Wuxin, but because she couldn't understand Wuxin. Obviously Wuxin was not talented in illusion, and obviously Wuxin was weaker than her, but he was always calm, deep, and fearless. look.

(End of this chapter)