Chapter 36

Mo Xuetong was informed after dinner that she couldn't take anyone alone to the hall on the left of the Zen Academy. She couldn't see the face of the visitor clearly in the night. She only vaguely felt that she was a bodyguard. What she showed to Mo Lan was a piece of paper with the same mark. The year of the paper is long gone.

Shuangye and Qiuling were dragged by Mo Yu and embroidered in the wing room to catch up with the veil that Mo Xuetong "likes".

Moran didn't agree with Mo Xuetong to go by himself, but Mo Xuetong insisted. He had no choice but to agree.

Mo Xuetong walks alone on the quiet path. Whether in her previous life or this life, she has been hiding in the backyard. Why did she sneak out to meet people when she didn't see her five fingers at night? Even with her calm now, her hands are tight and cold sweat.

But at the request of the other party, she dare not risk offending people, because she needs these two dark guards very much! So I have to do it according to the other party's requirements!

In fact, the Buddha Hall over there is not too far away. Standing at the gate of the courtyard, you can see the scene over there, so Mo Xuetong is not afraid to get lost.

On the path, there was no moonlight. There was no moon tonight. The silence shrouded the whole Zen Academy. I didn't even hear the sound of wooden fish in the temple. Everything seemed strange. Only the sound of her footsteps breaking through the silence. The ink snow pupil clenched her lips and gave birth to an instinctive fear in her heart. Stand still and look back at her yard, Muran's lonely figure at the door glowed faintly yellow in the light of the lantern.

She felt frightened, as if she were walking in a boundless dark, and closed her eyes tightly... A flash of fire flashed in front of her eyes. In the light of the fire, she was bleeding from her seven orifices. The pain, even if it was the passing of life, could not be melted... If there was an afterlife, even if she turned into a Jiuyou fierce ghost, she would be willing to serve as a servant and drag them to hell together!

She took another breath, pulled out a hairpin from her hair and held it in her hand. The sharp tail of the hairpin was against the palm of her hand. She felt pain, but she still pressed it tightly, using sharp pain to resist the uneasiness and fear at the bottom of her heart.

In fact, the road was not far away, but Moxue Tong felt that the distance was so long. The pale pink lips were bitten, and he could hear the beating of his chest.

Finally, the door of the temple was in sight. She hesitated. She didn't go in immediately, but subconsciously fell on the door and opened in through the gap.

"How can a lady of a family be so rude and look at people through the cracks of the door?" The light and warm breath is in the ear. The black snow pupil is surprised. With a subconscious backhand, he stretches out the hairpin held in his hand and stabs it out.

"Oh, it's you!" With some surprise, the lazy laughter seemed to float from a far place. The outstretched hand was held in turn by a pair of powerful hands from behind. The half open Buddhist temple door was pushed open, and the light reflected from the inside and also shone on the face of the man opposite.

For a moment, she felt a whirling sensation. She leaned against the door with a bang, knocking the door of the main hall stiffly.

"Go in." The man took her by the hand and took her into the hall door. The door of the main hall closed silently. Because of the light, it seemed that the warmth was transmitted from the light to the body. Mo Xuetong instantly recovered his feeling, violently shook off his holding hand, took a few steps back and looked up again.

How could it be him! That evil young man!

Mo Xuetong looked at the extremely beautiful face in front of him in amazement. Even if it was the second time to meet, Mo Xuetong was still confused by his appearance and felt suffocated.

The pupil light flows like a colored diamond, and the long and narrow eyes are raised slightly, giving people a feeling of concentration, tenderness and affection. Any woman who is seen by him can't help but blush and heartbeat and sink into it. A long black hair is only pulled up by a wooden hairpin at will, and some are casual and lazy, But still with the dignity that people can't ignore, the whole body is full of a kind of evil charm. That kind of wind color seems to come to confuse people, making people's eyes warm and heartbeat involuntarily, and indulging in his gentle and affectionate attention.

"What? Do you think I'm very good-looking? Then my last proposal still counts. I'm satisfied with you." The handsome man, who was as beautiful as a demon, saw that she was serious. Suddenly, he said with a low smile, "don't pretend to be a maid now? Don't be afraid of your young lady anymore?" He deliberately increased the intensity of the word "Miss", and his eyes looked at her with a smile, not with the intention that she threw away his hand.

It turned out that he knew he was not a maid!

Mo Xuetong knew that he was talking about the matter in the corridor of the post station. He stepped back two steps, respectfully saluted, and took advantage of the gap to quickly rotate his brain.

This man, when she saw him at that time, was in the secret corridor. It seemed that he was not from Yuncheng. Now she saw here that the dignity in his bones could not be covered up even in simple clothes. He was still a flamboyant purple robe. Except for the fine embroidery at the collar and sleeve, she could not see his identity, but such a person would not be unknown.

The secret of my coming here has something to do with him!

The conclusion is that this person has a noble status, but he is very dangerous. If he doesn't want to burn himself, he will be far away! Those seemingly amorous eyes and hands are cool and thin. Everything inside is hidden in the dark. It seems gentle, but it will give you a fatal blow when you don't care.

This man must not be provoked!

"Excuse me, is this childe here for this?" Don't want to waste time, Mo Xuetong quickly stepped back two steps, leaned back on the hall door, pulled away from him, took out the paper from his sleeve and carefully presented it to him.

Mo Xuetong's attitude of avoiding him made the man a little stunned. Jun's face showed an evil smile. Instead of reaching for the paper in her hand, he pulled the hairpin out of her hand, turned his hand over and looked at it. He didn't return it to Mo Xuetong and threw it back into his sleeve.

"I'll give it to you, young master, to offset your crime of deception last time."

"Childe, you see..." a hairpin. Mo Xuetong didn't care. The jewelry she brought this time didn't have her own mark. It was sold by her mother in the shop outside last night. It had nothing to do with her. She raised the paper in her hand again to show him to focus on it.

"You are a deep boudoir and weak woman. What danger can you have? You still need to use the dark guard for those things in the inner court?" It seemed that he finally faced up to the problem. The corners of his lips were slightly bent, a smile was drawn, and he reached out to take the paper. He didn't look at it. As long as he played it casually in his hand, his handsome eyes squinted over, and all kinds of customs.

This man is so evil!

But Mo Xuetong didn't dare to relax his guard. On such a night, a person who appeared like this is weird. Moreover, the origin of his paper is also unclear. Why can he ask for two well-trained dark guards from others with only one piece of paper? What does it bring.

She was afraid that his cross examination was too detailed and she couldn't answer it by herself. It was bad!

What she needs most now is help.

"Young master, don't you know there's no danger in the inner courtyard? The inner courtyard is more harmful and invisible than the front courtyard. It's easy to hide the open gun and difficult to prevent the hidden sword." Biting his teeth, the dark snow pupil said coldly, and a sad color surged at the bottom of his eyes. A person as good as his mother died in the struggle in the inner court and was hurt by Aunt Fang. How can his heart not hurt.

"Oh, so the inner courtyard of Mo mansion is more thrilling than the men's fighting?" The man smiled and opened his mouth, and a bright smile flashed in his ink eyes.

"Young master, I'm here today, but for the sake of dark Wei, can I have the right keepsake?" Mo Xuetong didn't want to have any entanglement with a strange dangerous man, so he just had to remind him again.

"It's a good mistake. If someone else comes, I can let you take two at will as soon as I look at this paper, but if it's you..." the handsome man playfully touched his bare chin and said leisurely, "Miss Mo San, Mo Xuetong, right? I'd like to show you another good."

"..." Mo Xuetong bited his lips and said, "I don't know what childe means..."

She is not surprised that such a person knows her identity.

"If you want to be my maid, don't say two dark guards. How about giving you a team of dark guards?" The man suddenly came over and breathed in her ear. He could smell vaguely and said with a smile.

"Childe, please respect yourself." The black snow pupil droops his eyes and lowers his head. His face is pale and cold. "I'm here just for two dark guards."

"Well, why are you so nervous? I won't eat you. You're not willing and I won't force you. If you stretch out sharp teeth and claws, it's not me who will suffer." The ambiguous breathing sound was a little far away from her. Now she could breathe out a long breath greatly, but she didn't understand why he said so.

"Pa, Pa" the man in purple patted his hands gently, and two men and a woman appeared in the hall.

Went to the man in purple and knelt down fiercely... "Female, later called Mo ye, male, called Mo Feng, one guarding you closely and one following you secretly. Is that right?"

"Thank you, childe." At this point, Mo Xuetong took a breath and finally solved the matter satisfactorily.

"Meet your new master, and this will be your master in the future."

"I've seen the master." The two stood up and knelt on one knee in front of Mo Xuetong again. Mo Feng is a young man in his twenties. His eyes are sharp. At a glance, he knows he is a good hand. Mo Ye is a delicate and weak woman. She is very beautiful and can't see that she is a martial artist.

Stretched out his hand and falsely helped them. When they stood up, Mo Xuetong turned to the man in Purple: "thank you for your help. If you need anything in the future, you will repay them with all your strength."

"As long as you are in mind, there will be opportunities to repay in the future."

Seeing that he spoke to himself with such an unseemly attitude, Mo Xuetong was slightly annoyed. He bit his lips and said, "childe, if nothing happens, I'll leave first."

"Don't worry!" The man in purple suddenly had a positive face, the faint light in his eyes twinkled, waved his hand, the shadow of ink wind and ink leaves twinkled, and disappeared into the hall: "Miss Mo, I don't think what we just said will come out, will it?"

"Yes, I've never met or talked to you." Mo Xuetong said firmly.

"Go!" This time he was cheerful and did not embarrass her. He waved his hand and motioned her to step back.

Mo Xuetong retreated to the door, sweating in a cold sweat. Mo Ye guarded the door and helped her up. The two people slowly went back to the way they came.

"Your Highness, just now several people broke in, walked around your Highness's residence and hid under the big tree outside your Highness's house. What should we do?" Deep in the hall, a bodyguard came out of the shadow and asked respectfully.

"Here we are again! Now that we are here, let's take them for a good ride and enjoy the night scenery of Baoen temple." The man in purple raised his handsome eyebrows, said lazily, with a cold evil spirit on his face, and his eyes under the light were slightly mocked.

"Yes, my subordinates immediately asked someone to lead them around in circles."

"The night is good. Let them take a few more rounds."

"Yes."