Yue Ji

Chapter 117 What is the true face?Suspicion rises again in Jingling
As soon as Jian Jiu said this, Wei Luo's eyes became bright.

At this moment, she suddenly thought: Yes, why should I spend my time here, dragging out my life?This sword blame skill is so high, he is willing to protect me, I can leave here.

I won't go back to Yue, I'm just like a ranger wandering around the world.Me, I'm rich!

Jian Jiu looked at Wei Luo's brighter and brighter face with a smile.His expression was very confident, as if he had expected that Wei Luo would be happy.

In fact, Wei Luo has nothing to do if he is not happy, she is reluctant to part with Mr. Jingling and the concern in her heart, but Sang Nu is dead, and there is no way between her and Mr. Jingling.Now she can only happily accept Jian Jiu's suggestion.

Wei Luo made up his mind, and when he pursed his lips, he opened his mouth to speak.

Just as her lips twitched for a moment, she saw Jian Jiu, who had been at ease all the time, with a smile on his face, his face darkened, he stood up abruptly, and said coldly, "Shame? Such a maggot!"

As soon as the voice came out, the person was gone.

Goodbye people!

Wei Luo looked at the empty table in front of her, the smile on her face that had just bloomed like a flower froze instantly.

At this time, there was a faint sound of footsteps and the sound of clothes ripping through the air.

In a blink of an eye, this small post house was surrounded by high-level people.

Wei Luo slowly raised his head and looked at the bright moon outside.The people surrounding here are obviously masters, Wei Luo didn't realize it until they appeared on the roof above her head.

It seems that tonight will not be easy.

Sure enough, a deep voice sounded fifty steps away, "This is the corpse of the mulberry girl!"

As soon as the voice fell, an old, hoarse voice came from the door, "Wei Luoke wake up? See you."

When this person heard the voice, he seemed to be an old man with a candle in the wind.But Wei Luo didn't need to meet him personally, he also knew that this person must also be a master-level expert.

Such a master, even though her room has not been lit.He could also tell from the sound of his breathing that he hadn't fallen asleep.

Wei Luo sighed softly.She gathered her dark clothes, tied her hair again, put on her shoes, and walked outside slowly.

With a "squeak" the door was pushed open, and Wei Luo saw five or six men in black in the courtyard with a glance.

Among these men in black, only the white-haired old man standing in the middle was dressed in casual sackcloth.

Under the moonlight, Wei Luo met this old man with cloudy eyes and vertical wrinkles on his face, as if he could kill flies.

She put on an expression of anxiety and panic on her face as quickly as possible, and strode towards these people, with her hands crossed, she was about to speak.

However, as soon as she opened her mouth, the old man waved and shouted: "Take Wei Luo, lift up the body, and meet the young master."

"promise."

Amid the tidy promises, two black-clothed swordsmen walked up behind Wei Luo and stared at her intently.

Naturally, Wei Luo would not let them escort him by force. She smiled wryly, closed her mouth, and walked out behind the old man.

These people obviously came sneaking.Neither in a carriage nor on a horse.

Under the bright moonlight, on the lonely street of Xintian, Wei Luo walked among the crowd without saying a word.It's past the third watch now, and everything is quiet, only the sound of their footsteps can be heard in the empty street.

The distance from Jingling Mansion to the post house is not close, it is twenty or thirty miles away.But these people are all very strong, and Wei Luo didn't pretend to be weak. She was able to block the sword master's attack with a wooden sword two and a half years ago, and she couldn't pretend to be.

Therefore, it took less than half an hour for a group of people to travel the twenty or thirty miles.

The second, third and fourth gates of Prince Jingling's mansion were closed, and the group of people walked through the small side door that Wei Luo had never walked through before.

The huge young master's mansion is densely covered with trees at this time, and it is very quiet.As Wei Luo walked, his feet felt a little weak.

After a while, they arrived outside the main courtyard.

Looking at the quiet main courtyard, Wei Luo thought to himself: It's so late, he must be asleep, right?

In Wei Luo's wild imagination, the group of them passed by Mr. Jingling's bedroom and walked towards the study.

Once outside the study door, Wei Luo's feet were really limp.In that study room, the lights were brightly lit, there were only a few people outside, that bastard didn't even go to bed at such a late hour.Could it be that he was waiting for someone?

Oh my god, the person Jian Jiu called a maggot with bones was actually sent by Mr. Jingling, right?
Thinking of this, Wei Luo lost even the last bit of strength.

All the swordsmen escorted Wei Luo to the outside of the study.Through the bead curtain, Wei Luo could see that Mr. Jingling was leaning lazily on the bed with his eyes slightly closed.In the faint red light of the lantern, that handsome face showed a bit of tiredness.

Wei Luo looked at him, hesitated, and stopped in his footsteps.At this time, a black-clothed swordsman strode out behind her.The black-clothed swordsman walked up to Young Master Jingling, crossed his hands, and said in a loud voice: "Reporting to Young Master, Jian Jiu's movements are strange, and I can't catch him. However, he really walked out of Wei Luo's room. Sang Nu was also killed by him."

Master Jingling slowly opened his eyes.

The moment his eyes as deep as midnight met Wei Luo quietly, Wei Luo shuddered violently, and hurriedly walked in with his head down, came to five steps in front of him, knelt down, Nod to the ground.

Master Jingling's faint voice came from above her head, "Everyone back off."

"promise."

Everyone agreed and exited in unison.After a while, only Wei Luo and Mr. Jingling were left in the whole study.

Wei Luo lowered his head, knelt there motionless, his thoughts were racing, and he was thinking of a way out.

At this time, Master Jingling's faint voice came, "Wei Luo!"

"Of course."

Wei Luo hurriedly replied with a trembling voice.

The sound of Mr. Jingling's robe moving slowly reached his ears, and after a while, he actually sighed.

This sigh was a little strange, it seemed to be helpless, powerless, sad and angry, and some kind of indescribable complex emotions.

After a long sigh, there was another silence.It wasn't until Wei Luo, who was kneeling on the ground, moved uncomfortably that Young Master Jingling said in a deep voice, "Jian Jiu, under the tutelage of Wuming Mo Yin, is good at swords and disguise."

"Of all the families in the world, those who are good at transfiguring have seven veins. However, Jian Jiu's vein is the most unpredictable. Wei Luo, are you actually one of his veins?"

Wei Luo was startled when she heard this, and when she opened her mouth to argue, Master Jingling's deep voice came again, "You know I doubt you, first you admit to changing your face, and then you take the initiative to reveal your true face. Every time we get along, you always show complacency and hidden joy, which is really suspicious. I have always suspected that you are still deceiving me. But I didn't know until today that old medicine skills are not enough to peek into your true face! "

When he said this, he leaned over slowly and approached Wei Luo, his voice was deep and cold, like a boulder of ice falling straight, "Wei Luo, what does your real face look like?"

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