The rain stops at night.

Changge Lane.

The man in black robe looked at the white gong in his hand, "It was a festive thing, but it could have such a terrifying and terrifying side."

The roar was standing beside him, his face gloomy, "Yu Wei?"

"You should know what I am now. It is second only to Yu Jing among the eunuchs in the palace. Pay attention to your words at this moment." Yu Wei turned his head slightly, his tone a little impatient.

The gong chanted his lips and changed his name: "Yu Wei's father-in-law."

Yuwei sneered, "What? Are you dissatisfied with me suddenly appearing and taking you from the Fenfang Pavilion ruins here?"

"Do you know how much pains I have put into my dream of despair?" Mingluo Yincha raised his eyebrows slightly, "It's a pity that I can't witness his descent in his own eyes."

"He can't die yet." Yuwei threw Bai Luo back to Ming Luo Yincha.

"Can't die?" Mingluo was stunned.

"At least he can't die now."

"What a joke?" Mingluo's eyes were stern, and he looked particularly vicious under the light. "If you say you die, you will die, if you don't die, you will not die?"

Yuwei sneered, "This is an order issued by the master. Do you want to disobey?"

"It was him who made me look like he was not a human or a ghost. Do you really think I would be kind to him?" Mingluo replied coldly.

"I don't know anyone else, but I know that you were originally a guest on this street, but because you accidentally entered the master's chess game that day, the master trapped your wife and children with the bad chess game." Yuwei looked into the distance, "In the bad chess game, although you can live without death, you pay a boring and even crazy price."

The sound of Luo Yincha looked up at the streets that made him extremely familiar with, gritted his teeth and said nothing.

"When you can repay the mistakes you have made, your wife and children will be free."

"Then what should I do next?"

"All we have to do now is wait." Yu Wei's mouth raised slightly.

The Heart of the Tribulation.

The last rain of spring has passed, and what follows is the cold night wind.

The ruthless young master who came to drink had already left. Lan Chuqiu responded to Mo Wendong's order to see him off. At this moment, there were only Mo Wendong and Yu Jing in the courtyard.

"The moon tonight is so beautiful." Mo Wendong was drinking to watch the moon, and the moonlight shone the land under his feet into a silvery white area.

"It's indeed excellent." Yu Jing said with his head raised.

"Such bright moonlight can help those pedestrians see the road ahead more clearly." Mo Wendong took a cup and took a sip, "it can also lead those who are already lost to the more remote path, and even fall into endless abyss."

Yu Jing glanced at the sleeping child next to him, "Master, is this action too cruel to this child?"

Mo Wendong shook his head with a smile, "If you knew that he had slaughtered all the families with his own hands, you would not feel cruel. Letting a demon who slaughtered all the families be his father would be detrimental to the child's growth."

"Is a child who is about to lose his father?" Yu Wei frowned slightly.

Mo Wendong gently stroked the edge of the cup, "Yu Jing, you seem to be too kind."

"It's just that I recalled some past events." Yu Jing withdrew his gaze.

Mo Wendong smiled slightly, walked to the side of the chessboard he had already set up with the cup, and looked at the chess pieces listed above, "You seemed to be surprised by that distinguished guest just now?"

"Yes." Yu Jing nodded.

"What? Do you think that since you are a distinguished guest, you shouldn't look like you are withered and crazy?"

"Yu Jing didn't dare to judge people by appearance, but I didn't expect it would be him." Yu Jing narrowed his eyes slightly.

"It was him, the boy who was sick and liked to play silk and bamboo lightly in a wheelchair. Even the top musician at the time of the palace was amazed at his talent in music and fu and accepted him as his adopted son." Mo Wendong picked up a piece from the chess box, but he had no intention of making a move.

"He left with Mr. Gu over the years, why did he become a distinguished guest of his master at this moment?" Yu Jing asked.

"His departure determines whether the chess game I set up in Jiangnan is not harvested or returned with full load. Fortunately, his eagerness to become a young master did not disappoint me." Mo Wendong smiled slightly.

"It seems that the master has returned with a full load?" Yu Jing asked again.

Mo Wendong looked at Yuesai again, "With my promotion, Jiangnan Guzhou Boat and Naihe Bridge have separated. Until now, it is easy to make these two killer organizations use it for me. Do you think this is considered a full return?"

Yu Jing was suddenly shocked and could not answer the words in time.

"You seem to have something to worry about?" Mo Wendong looked at Yu Jing.

Yu Jing was stunned, but after seeing the cup that Gu Ji had used without any use, he became aware of, "Yu Jing has something unknown."

"What's the matter?"

"Why did the master give him the name Wuqing Gongzi?" Yu Jing asked.

"You talk about him." Mo Wendong did not answer immediately, but took away the cold wine in his hand, poured a glass of warm wine from the stove and drank it, and then beat the glass towards Yujing.

"It's a bit cold. Have a glass of warm wine to drive away the cold." Mo Wendong said with a smile.

Yu Jing took the wine glass and took a sip.

"As for why I call him ruthless young master." Mo Wendong's face suddenly became serious, "Is it not worthy of the word ruthless and ungrateful, a person who led the wolf into the house and led him to death by causing him to die in a bad life?"

The moon shines brightly, and the strong wind suddenly sends out.

The man was holding a bright lantern in his hand, hanging his head, as if he was resting. A woman behind him was pushing a wheelchair, but her face was covered by the night. The two were walking aimlessly on a cold and cold street in Luoyang City.

"It's like having a dream, and in a blink of an eye, I'm back here again." The woman murmured.

The man in the wheelchair nodded, but went to not answer her words.

"When we left this city, we were all just children." The woman smiled slightly, and her words were full of nostalgia.

"But we are back now." The man raised his head suddenly, and the lights illuminated his face from bottom to top. It was the ruthless young master who had just walked out of the backyard of Jiexin.

Several black shadows have fallen on the surrounding eaves.

"Naiheqiao holds countless lives and the information collected by Guzhoufang over the years. Combining these two, what kind of storms can the storm that can cause in Luoyang City?" Wuqing Gongzi Sen smiled coldly.

"Whether it is a soft drizzle or a storm depends on the young master's wishes." said the woman pushing the wheelchair.

"Okay!" The ruthless young master laughed loudly. For some reason, his laughter was extremely hoarse, "I will play the funeral song of this city in this wheelchair."

The night breeze blew, blowing out the beacon in his hand.
Chapter completed!