The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

The night is like water, illuminating the boundless land.

The suburbs are not like the neon lights in the city, and the nightlife is colorful.

The suburbs were silent, and the occasional duck calls added a bit of weirdness to the surrounding area, and the depressive atmosphere filled the air, making people feel creepy.

In a low-key black car, Rong Liyuan was sitting in the back seat.

He held a cigarette between his skeletal fingers, puffing out the clouds, and the faint smoke lingered in the car, making his face even more mysterious, his breath low and unfathomable.

After several minutes of silence, he finished smoking a cigarette, put the cigarette in the ashtray beside him and crushed it, "How is the matter going?"

Bai Mo, who was sitting in the driver's seat, took out a document and handed it to him, "Second Master, I have already found out that Tianyinmen will have a deal with a big poisonous Xiao from the Golden Triangle in three days' time."

Rong Liyuan took the materials, turned on the lights in the car, and opened them carefully.

After checking this pile of information, a gloomy glint appeared in his deep and dark eyes, "Let the people under my hands prepare."

After speaking, he put the materials aside, put his hands on his legs, and tapped lightly.

Bai Mo's expression froze, "Yes, this subordinate will give orders."

It seems that this big man who came from afar is unable to meet the people from Tianyin Sect in person.

After Bai Mo got off the car, Rong Liyuan took out his mobile phone from his pocket and found a photo.

He raised his hand and gently stroked the girl's face in the photo.

The outlying island in his hand is extremely light, as if afraid of disturbing the people inside.

What can be touched is only the cold touch of the phone screen, without a trace of skin temperature, "Yingbao, don't be afraid, we will meet soon."

Turn off the phone, put it back in your pocket, lean on the seat and close your eyes to rest.

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Three days passed in a flash.

In the Tianyin Gate, Mu Changying was staying in the room. The ointment she brought was surprisingly effective, and the wound on her back had already scabbed over.

"Knock knock—"

There was a knock on the door.

Opening the door, I saw Kui Qing standing at the door.

Obviously only three days had passed, but he was tortured into a shapeless shape, extremely thin and bony, and looked like he was malnourished at first glance.

The clothes on the body are empty, as if only the skin and bones are left.

Seeing this, Mu Changying raised her eyebrows slightly, it seems that the effect of this medicine is not bad.

Leaning lazily against the door, he said slowly, "Lord Kui, come to the door to find me in person, is there anything you want?"

"The sect master has something to call everyone, hurry up." Kui Qing didn't care about Mu Changying's slightly unfriendly tone.

Fu Yue has always had a bad temper, and he has tortured her before, so it is normal for her not to show a good face.

Mu Changying frowned, "I know."

I've been here at Tianyinmen for a few days, and these days have been as calm as water. Right now, it seems that something big has happened.

He hooked his lips calmly, walked back to the room and changed his clothes.

When he came out again, he was dressed in a clean and simple dress, "Let's go."

Glancing at the skinny and unhuman Kui Qing next to him, he moved the fingernail of his middle finger slightly.

Let's just charge a small interest these few days, and next time, she doesn't mind seeing blood.

Kui Qing frowned, "You have injuries on your body, this mission is just a formality, and I and the other hall masters are fine with protecting the sect master."

He still knew the severity of his attack, and the injury probably wouldn't heal within ten days and half a month.

Mu Changying responded lightly, "No, I can do it myself."

From Jiu Qingqing's mouth, I learned that Fu Yue is loyal to the head of the sect, if he accepts Kui Qing's words, wouldn't it be suspicious.