C86 (2/2)

Mo Feihan stood in the room, wearing a silver eagle mask. Under the candlelight, it shone with a terrifying light. He was wearing a black robe that was as black as the night, and the ink that was being applied was only mediocre.

On the wooden wall in front of him, there was a picture of a red-clothed beauty hanging on the wall. On the wooden wall in front of him, a picture of a red-clothed beauty hung on the wall.

Looking at it, it was actually the appearance of Bai Zhixi dancing on stage. It was just that she was currently so flirtatious that it seemed like she could drip with water, her devastatingly beautiful appearance was even more beautiful than those flowers.

Immediately after, the sound of noisy footsteps could be heard, sounding a little anxious.

His eyes, which were exposed on the outside, narrowed slightly. There was a hint of coldness, and he casually lifted his hand within the black robe. The portrait of the beauty was in his arms, and the wall was empty without a single mark.

”Greetings, lord.”

In the silence of the wooden house, the voices of Leng Ming and the rest resounded. He knelt on the ground and bowed respectfully towards the black figure.

Behind him, two men dressed similarly to him were currently kneeling on the ground with a red-haired man in tow. They were both extremely respectful towards Mo Feihan.

”How is it?”

Mo Feihan's icy voice came out of his mouth as the silver white mask supported his unrestrained jaw. The aura he exuded made them have no choice but to lower their heads, not daring to breathe.

Then, he raised his hand towards them, gesturing for them to stand up.

”Reporting to the lord, all of Jiang Du's witch church have been annihilated by us, and with the capture of Right Hall Master Chu Qi, we can find out where the girls from witch church are imprisoned.”

Leng Ming reported every single word of the situation to Mo Feihan, and then stood to the side and waited for him to finish.

”Chu Qi …” As expected, his reputation was well-deserved. ”Lock him in the secret room. No one is allowed to approach him without my permission.”

Mo Feihan squatted down, pinched Chu Qi's jaw and looked at him. His eyes revealed a trace of disdain, but his voice carried an unquestionable coldness.

Subsequently, he mercilessly threw away Chu Qi's face and shook his hand disdainfully.

Leng Ming who was standing at the side knew that his master was obsessed with cleanliness, and felt like he had taken out a pure white, flawless handkerchief from his chest and respectfully handed it over.

Seeing this, Mo Feihan did not hesitate to wipe his hands before throwing it over. Everything was casual and practiced, perhaps it was often done in this way, perhaps it was just normal.

”Ask Ning Yan to come over and interrogate him, I think the results will come out soon.”

”Yes sir!”

Hearing his words, Leng Ming's hair stood on end as she thought of the method to interrogate him. She felt a cold wind blow past her back, causing him to shiver. He had already answered respectfully. After he finished speaking, he turned around and left.

Turning his head to look at the unconscious Chu Qi on the ground, he took a deep breath and shook his head, as if he was hoping for good fortune.

Chu Qi lay unconscious on the ground. His hair was a fiery red. It was a beautiful man with long eyebrows like willow trees, whose body was like jade. The pure white robe on his body was slightly wet, and a thin layer of sweat seeped out from his robe, making his originally excellent body look even more exquisite. Her long red hair draped over the back of her snow-white neck, could simply be described as alluring and alluring. It was rare in the world for a man to look like this.

It was just a pity that he had such a good set of skin. Ning Yan couldn't stand to see a man more beautiful than her. Now, she had to thank her lord.

On the other side, Bai Zhixi went to visit the Old General Bai after returning to the residence.

Halfway there, he met the Auntie Du's personal maid, Qiu. She quickly headed towards the courtyard where he was staying. Suspicious in his heart, he signalled to Lan Yi with his eyes, and Lan Yi followed along tacitly.

Only then did she turn around and return, but the one she was heading to was not the Drizzle Court, but the Auntie Du's Pitiful Core Pavilion.

The night was as cold and pitch-black as ever, even colder than ice. Bai Zhixi woke up from her dream but she couldn't fall asleep no matter what. Thinking about how Jun Mohan had warmed her bed in the past, she felt extremely uncomfortable. Now that he was no longer in the cold, his heart was as cold as a thousand-year-old icicle. The iciness spread throughout his body, covering it with wounds.

She could not help but bitterly smile. What was wrong with her? How could she have such a terrifying thought? He hurriedly shook his head to wake himself up.

After calculating the time, he realized that it was already noon. Since he wasn't sleepy at all, he decided to get up. He casually put on the cloak and ran out of the yard.

These days, he had been busy with the murder of Hong Mei and had no time to train. When he thought about how he was so weak and incompetent in this world where martial arts reigned supreme, he could not help but quicken his steps and run around the small courtyard.