"Miss Qiu, your identity."
At this point, Qin Jiangye paused pretending to be mysterious.
Qiu Moli frowned, and she couldn't help but urge.
"What is it" Seeing Qiu Moli's anxious face, Qin Jiangye raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth and said, "Come here with your ears and I'll tell you."
Qiu Moli did as she was told, but heard the answer she never wanted to hear in her life.
Qin Jiangye said: "Miss Qiu, you will never know your identity.
Also, the eminent monk who led the north, Master Fushen, is dead."
Also, the eminent monk who leads the north, Master Fushen, is dead.
These words were like a thunderclap that struck Qiu Moli until her body became weak.
She found that her eyes became dark at that moment, and the light was like a wind blade that suddenly disappeared.
After a clang, Qiu Moli found himself kneeling on the ground, his body seemed to have been drained of all the bones, so soft that he had no strength at all.
Song Chumo's first reaction was to rush forward and help Qiu Moli aside.
"Xiao Li'er, what's wrong?"
Song Chumo looked at Qiu Moli worriedly.
At this time, Qiu Moli's face turned pale and cold sweat was breaking out.
"Kill him, senior brother, kill him" Qiu Moli trembled, as if talking to himself, saying over and over again, asking Song Chumo to kill Qin Jiangye in front of him.
Song Chumo glanced at Qin Jiangye quickly with his eyes, and then, like lightning, he quickly rushed to Qin Jiangye's side, grabbed Qin Jiangye's neck with his hands, and looked at Qin Jiangye fiercely.
"Tell me what you said to her" Song Chumo's words were full of anger.
Holy Palace, Holy Palace, these two words were like the source of all hatred.
The strength in his hands became stronger and stronger.
Qin Jiangye only felt that his breathing was getting faster and faster.
He could touch it.
There is less and less air.
"You won't know."
Qin Jiangye looked at Song Chumo provocatively, "It's like you never know the secret of our Holy Palace."
Song Chumo was completely irritated.
He secretly activated his inner strength, and formed a claw-like left hand with his left hand, approaching Qin Jiangye's life gate.
"In this case, you go and die."
The strong palm wind pierced the air, like lightning, and came quickly towards Qin Jiangye.
Qin Jiangye finally knew that this so-called Young Master Song had been hiding his strength.
On the day he broke through the barrier, the strength he used was less than 30% of his skill, but it was already enough to make him unable to withstand it.
What's more, he didn't hide his strength now.
Qin Jiangye knew that today he was dead.
Song Chumo's hand changed its path the moment it approached Qin Jiangye and hit the wall next to Qin Jiangye.
There was only a "boom" sound and a hole was made in the wall.
Qin Jiangye stared blankly.
Song Chumo didn't seem to know what Song Chumo meant by doing these things.
"Why don't you kill me?"
Qin Jiangye asked.
The corners of Song Chumo's mouth raised slightly, and he glanced coldly at Qin Jiangye.
"Because, from today on, you are no longer a capable subordinate of the Holy Palace, but a slave of me, Song Chumo."
Qin Jiangye's pupils shrank because of Song Chumo's name, and then he spat out a few words.
"You are Dongmo Jinghe Emperor."
Master, dead Qiu Moli left Linyuan Pavilion in a daze and walked around the street in confusion until it was completely dark.
In the distance, there was the fireworks show that she and Song Chumo had decided to watch tonight.
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With a "bang", the fireworks shot up into the sky and exploded into fiery trees and silver flowers in the sky, emitting a dazzling light.
People around were jumping and pointing at the fireworks and shouting loudly.
Many men and women stood under the fireworks and made wishes, as if they hoped to stay together forever.
Qiu Moli's consciousness has mostly recovered.
She looked at the pedestrians who were only a few feet away from her with a dull face.
Song Chumo followed Qiu Moli, he didn't dare to say anything, and he didn't dare to comfort Qiu Moli.
He knew that his little Li'er needed time to deal with these injuries.
But he regretted even more that he did not tell Qiu Moli about this matter at the first time, but let Qiu Moli hear the news from others.
This man has passed away, and the living mourn for him.
This was the longest sentence Master said.
He thought that Xiao Li'er would understand.
He thought that even if Xiao Li'er was sad, he could recover quickly.
But he forgot that Qiu Moli's bottom line was these friends who treated him like family and his most respected master.
Why don't you tell the truth?
Qiu Moli asked herself in her heart.
In the past, no matter how many secrets Song Chumo had, she didn't care and she would believe him.
But this time, she never wanted to be the last one to know anything. .
"Brother, should you tell me your true identity?"
Qiu Moli steeled herself and looked at Song Chumo coldly.
Only she knew that at this moment, her fingers had been deeply embedded in her flesh, deep in her heart.
It was the first time that Song Chumo saw Qiu Moli like this, alienated, strange, and even cold.
"Xiao Li'er, you said that you would not ask about my identity unless I tell you."
When Song Chumo said this, he was obviously hesitant.
He is the emperor of Dongmo.
Because of this, he is no longer the master's Disciple, but he didn't want Xiao Li'er to stay away from him because of his status as the emperor of Dongmo.
Xiao Li'er is his only relative, even if he dies, he can only die for her.
"But I want to know, Song Chumo."
But, I want to know, Song Chumo.
When Qiu Moli called out this name, her heart felt tight and uncomfortable.
She said that when she called Song Chumo's name, it meant that she was angry, very angry, very angry.
"Xiao Li'er, it's not that senior brother doesn't want to tell you.
You give senior brother some time.
When senior brother handles the matter, senior brother will definitely tell you everything."
"That's enough."
Qiu Moli waved away Song Chumo's hand that was reaching for him.
"It's been ten years.
If you wanted to tell me your identity, you would have told me already.
In this case, you, Song Chumo, and I, Qiu Moli, have nothing to do with each other anymore.
If you are not Master's disciple, then you are not my senior brother."
After saying that, Qiu Moli ran towards a crowded place in the distance, and after a while, he disappeared into the crowd.
Song Chumo watched Qiu Moli disappear in front of his eyes, but there was nothing he could do.
She didn't know when she appeared behind Song Chumo.
He bowed to Song Chumo and then said respectfully to Song Chumo.
"Your Majesty, there is news from the Prime Minister that there should be cooperation between the descendants of Honggu and the Holy Palace.
The Lord of the Holy Palace, Luo Chan, might have been helping Honggu train dead soldiers in the years since he left Kyoto.
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He asked you to be careful.
Don't do it.
Reveal your identity.”
But Song Chumo stood there motionless like a statue.
s: I want to finish it by the end of next month.
I have been working hard on coding and saving the manuscript recently, and strive to update it three to four times a day next month.
If possible, I will try my best to update it as much as possible.
There is no Internet on my computer and no data on my mobile phone.
It’s so hard to open the hot code words.
Please touch the tiger and ask for comfort.
To be continued
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