Qishanguan.

In a secret tent.

It is said that there are seventy-two camps where Marshal Yue is staying. In fact, no one knows how many there are. It is difficult to tell whether they are real or not.

"Commander, I have brought Miss Mo here."

Shaoyao entered the camp and saluted Yue Leiting, who was approving a document on the desk.

"Okay, let her come in, Shaoyao, go and make a cup of tea, use the eye-improving scented tea." Yue Leiting raised his head and ordered.

"yes."

After Mo Anbai entered the door, what he saw was Yue Leiting's gentle face.

"Miss Mo, come and sit here."

"I won't go too far. Here is a letter. Take a look."

Yue Leiting directly took out a letter and placed it on the table.

Shaoyao, who was standing aside, immediately picked up the letter and sent it to Mo Anbai.

"Miss Mo, the tea has been made and is hot."

Shaoyao put down the letter and added another sentence.

"Thank you."

Mo Anbai said something to Shaoyao, then raised his hand to pick up the envelope.

The envelope was unsealed, and there was only a thin piece of letter paper inside.

She took out the letter and quickly glanced at it. Her originally calm and calm face suddenly became serious.

"This letter is wrong, maybe it wasn't written by him." Mo Anbai raised his head and said.

"Why do you think so?" Yue Leiting asked.

"The reason is very simple. Mr. Luo has made an appointment with me to do something. You are preparing. Without any special reason, he will never give up midway." Mo Anbai pursed his lips and said with a serious expression.

"So, what he said in the letter about going to the north on important matters was all false?" Yue Leiting frowned.

After receiving the letter, he still had a glimmer of hope, hoping that the letter was true and that Luo Xingchen indeed had something important to do and wanted to leave for the north.

But now this glimmer of hope has been extinguished by Mo Anbai.

"However, Marshal, don't worry too much. The young master's life should not be in danger." Mo Anbai thought for a while and said.

The moment she got the letter, she was most flustered, but after reading it, she gradually calmed down.

Then I figured out some of the key points.

Only she who knew Luo Xingchen well enough could figure out these key points.

Although Yue Tingting is full of wits and wits, his talent mainly lies in fighting, and he may not be able to surpass others in other aspects.

"How is it that my life is not in danger? I recently obtained some secret treasures, and something happened to the Northern Demon Cult. I speculate that the person who took Mr. Luo away is most likely Shi Yiyun, the great saint of the Northern Demon Cult."

"Shi Yiyun is cruel, cruel and unscrupulous..."

Yue Leiting sighed, with melancholy in his eyes.

Luo Xingchen's disappearance made him lose interest in other things, and he didn't even want to deal with the imminent competition.

He was even more worried when he found out that Luo Xingchen might have been taken away by Shi Yiyun.

"No matter what Shi Yiyun's temperament is, judging from the current situation, she will not harm the young master. The reason is very simple, it is this letter."

Mo Anbai pressed his palm on the letter paper.

"If it is really Shi Yiyun who took away the young master, then this letter must have been written by her forging the young master's handwriting."

"Her purpose is to allow the young master to follow her with peace of mind and not to confront him face to face."

"Otherwise, if she wanted to kill the young master, she could just kill him with one knife, so why would she bother with it?"

Mo Anbai said what was on his mind.

"Even if Mr. Luo's life is not in danger, we must still look for him." The solemn look on Yue Leiting's face eased slightly.
Chapter completed!