After losing contact, Murong Wu sat cross-legged on the bed again to heal her injuries.
The eyes were closed, covering up the sharpness and elegance.
The eyelashes were like fans, casting shadows under the eyelids.
The face was cold and stern, and he was breathing quietly.
One person is a world.
Murong Wu just sat there, but he was alone.
No one else could intervene.
Outside the pavilion, dragons marched and tigers marched, with the power of an emperor, Emperor Jueshang came to Yunhua Pavilion dressed in silver and carrying the aura of a tyrant.
When I walked in with my feet up, I saw Murong Wu sitting there with her legs crossed, her hands making a strange gesture, and she was quiet and deep.
Is this her kung fu routine?
But I can't see anything.
It's just different from the magic skills of the Mo School.
Di Jueshang couldn't see the way out.
Once you enter trance, all your senses will become particularly sensitive.
Murong Wu could feel Emperor Jueshang's aura a hundred meters away.
Until he arrived here, every move he made was clearly imprinted in her mind.
Sitting still, with the lotus on his hands fixed, he continued to practice and recuperate, but his whole body was on guard to see what he wanted to do.
Unexpectedly, this man didn't move at all, just looked at her.
Murong Wu was an agent in her previous life, and her endurance was extraordinary.
Emperor Jueshang was the king of a country, and his endurance was unparalleled by ordinary people.
The two of them were just exhausted, no, it can only be said that Emperor Jueshang was exhausted.
Murong Wu was on guard while practicing and recuperating.
Di Jueshang looked at him for a while.
His handsome face was smooth and his eyes were far away.
He didn't know what he was thinking.
After a while, with a flick of his sleeves, he turned around and left.
Murong Wu slowly opened his eyes, radiant with light.
What was his purpose?
After leaving Yunhuaxuan, there was no one around.
"How's the background check?"
Di Jueshang suddenly spoke, his voice cold and emotionless.
As soon as he finished speaking, a dark figure appeared behind him and knelt down on one knee.
"Your Majesty, there is no progress."
The black shadow said, lowering his head hard, full of shame.
Di Jueshang Jian frowned slightly and waved his hand to ask him to retreat.
In an instant, the person on the ground disappeared again.
After all this time, I still haven’t found out where she is from.
It is impossible for ordinary people not to be able to find out even the most basic information, but she found nothing.
She even said her name herself.
Moreover, the two men that day were her brothers Di Jueshang's eyes were as cold as daggers.
Thinking of the scene at that time, it was so dazzling.
There were other men around her who really wanted him to destroy them.
"Shang."
Mo Ling came over with a dark face, interrupting Di Jueshang's thoughts, looking in the direction of Yun Huaxuan with unkind eyes.
"Well, Ling."
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Di Jueshang looked at his friend's ugly face, thinking that he had eaten a nail there, so he just responded.
"Shang, who is that woman and why is she so weird?"
Sure enough.
Mo Ling gritted his teeth as he remembered what happened just now.
"I don't know."
Di Jueshang said truthfully.
"I knew there was nothing she couldn't find out," Mo Ling was saying.
Hearing this, he was surprised that Shang didn't find out her details.
"Yes.
It should be from the Moran family, but it doesn't look like it specifically."
Di Jueshang said strangely.
Hearing this, Mo Ling's face turned cold.
Is there anyone in the Mo Ran family who survived?
Mo Ling's heart was filled with murderous intent, but he suppressed it.
Seeing that Shang was obviously special to her, he didn't get angry easily, but his face became darker and darker.
Di Jueshang knew his feelings and didn't say much.
Her background was still a mystery, but it was clear that she was from the Moran family.
The two people were thinking about their own problems, and the surroundings were silent for a while.
One silver and one black, two beautiful men stood there, handsome and handsome, but in a dead silence
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