Gong Mohan's thin lips were tightly pursed, his face was as deep as water, and the coldness on his body poured out. Jingyun, who was standing aside, couldn't help but chill, wondering if there were any more amazing words written on Prince Murong's worship post.

Rong Qianzhi sat next to Gong Mohan. She looked at Gong Mohan, thought for a while, and looked at the post. There were only five words on the post. The ghost shadow Eighteen Knights were only eighteen.

She pursed her lips and looked at Gong Mohan worriedly.

Rong Qianzhi had already known why Gong Mohan had pretended to be crazy and disfigured in the past three years. He was for the three thousand soldiers who were buried in the fire in the battle of Ghost King Po three years ago. He wanted to find out the Eighteen Ghost Cavalry and use their heads to pay tribute to the soldiers' spirits in heaven!

The Eighteen Knights of the Ghost Shadows are the words Gong Mohan wants to know the most but is most taboo to see. A few numbers are all the pain that was filled with the past.

At this moment, Rong Qianzhi could not understand Gong Mohan's mood. She didn't know what to say, so she reached out to cover the back of Gong Mohan's hand and gently snatched it.

The warmth in the palm of his palm shocked Gong Mohan. He lowered his eyes and looked at Ruyu's little hand covering his big hand. A warm wind seemed to blow in his sad heart. His heart suddenly became warm. He looked at Rong Qianzhi's mouth and pulled out a smile and said to Jingyun: "Please come here."

"Yes!" Jingyun responded and went to do it.

"Stop, eat slowly, I'll go to the yard to wait for Murong." As he said that, Gong Mohan stood up.

Rong Qianzhi nodded, blinked and said, "Brother Mo Han, don't worry, I promise not to bother you."

Gong Mohan smiled pamperedly and left the room.

When he arrived in the yard, Gong Mohan stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the rising red sun in the east, he thought: After three years, can he finally avenge his three thousand soldiers?

Murong Xie followed Jingyun into the yard and saw Gong Mohan standing upright in the middle of the yard. He was dressed in black, posing in the wind, and he looked like a sword about to be unsheathed.

Hearing the footsteps, Gong Mohan looked at Murong Xie and said, "Go to the side hall and sit."

Murong Xie had no objection, so he looked at the main house, followed Gong Mohan into the side hall. After the two of them sat down, Jingyun quickly brought tea and retreated.

Gong Mohan glanced at Murong Xie, picked up the teacup, opened the lid, and blew the heat coming out of the cup.

Murong Xie seemed to have no intention of speaking immediately, and he drank tea gracefully.

Gong Mohan looked at him and frowned: "Did you come to me for tea on purpose?"

Murong Xie raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly: "You are too proud of me. I was rejected yesterday. I dare not come to your mansion to have tea."

"Since that's the case, should you say it?" Gong Mohan spoke coldly. Looking at the guy who was always undesperate about Shizhi, Gong Mohan really couldn't give him any good face.

Murong Xie curled the corners of his mouth, lowered his eyes and looked at the green tea in the teacup, and said quietly: "I got the news of the Eighteen Ghosts last night, but I want you to exchange it for something."

Gong Mohan's expression frightened, and he narrowed his eyes: "What's the matter?"

"I want you to stay and leave!"

"Murong Xie, you want to die very much!" Gong Mohan suppressed the impulse of slashing Murong Xie with his palm, but his phoenix eyes as cold as a cold pond were already full of murderous aura.

Jingyun and Qingliu were both guarding outside the side hall. They looked at each other a few times, as if they were communicating.

"Qingliu, your master's head is sucked again?"

"Maybe, my master is crazy again."

"Why don't you persuade?"

"I don't dare. My master is crazy, and the devil can't even pull him back."

"..." Compared to Gong Mohan's anger and anger, Murong Xie was calm and calm. He smiled and said, "Don't worry, I don't want to die. You know, I have been in love for three years. We are love rivals. Since we are enemies, why should I tell you such important news for vain? If it were you.

, would you?”

Gong Mohan narrowed his eyes: "Change another condition."

"No!" Murong Xie refused: "Unless you and Zhizhi and Li, I will not say it."

"Is that true?" Gong Mohan's mouth curled a bloodthirsty smile: "Murong, you won't forget that you are in my mansion now. If I arrest you and torture you, how many days do you think you can last?"

Qingliu heard this and suddenly panicked. He quickly turned around and looked into the hall. Just as he was about to make a sound, he suddenly met Murong Xie's Leng Ling's eyes. He was shocked and hurriedly retreated. Murong Xie curled his lips and smiled: "I forgot to tell you, I had already written a letter before I came and asked Fei Ge to send a letter to my mother. If something happened to me in your mansion, no matter what your relationship with your uncle and what your relationship with Yan Buli will be with you, the Murong Prince's Mansion will definitely not give up. By then

, in small cases, the dispute between the two governments, and in large cases, the dispute between the two countries. Can you bear this consequence?"

"As for this, I'm really afraid of you." Gong Mohan suddenly smiled, his smile as cold as ice.

Murong Xie was stunned, and he frowned: "What do you mean?"

Gong Mohan smiled meaningfully again: "I was just joking. You are Zhizhi's cousin. For Zhizhi's sake, I will not do anything to you, shocking and sending you off!"

For a moment, Murong Xie was caught off guard. He looked at Gong Mohan and said, "Didn't you always want to find out the Eighteen Ghosts and Avenge the Three Thousands of soldiers? Don't you want to know their news?"

"Of course I want it, but if I exchange that thing, I would rather not know." As he said that, Gong Mohan stood up and walked out of the hall: "Let's go slowly!"

Murong Xie clenched his fists. He did not expect that Tsaiji had such an important position in Gong Mohan's heart. He was so important that he didn't even avenge the blood sea of ​​three thousand soldiers. He was angry and left with Qingliu.

Seeing Gong Mohan coming back so soon, Rong Qianzhi hurriedly asked, "Brother Mohan, what did Brother Murong tell you? Oh, by the way, did you ask him to wait a moment and we will return the jade pendant to him?"

"What else did you do for him? I threw it away!" Gong Mohan said angrily. That guy Murong Xie is really hateful!

Rong Qianzhi opened his mouth and could see that Murong Xie seemed to offend Gong Mohan again. She didn't dare to speak casually anymore and looked at him quietly.

"Stop, I'm going to the study. If you feel bored, go to your father-in-law and mother-in-law."

Rong Qianzhi nodded obediently: "Okay."

Gong Mohan almost went to the study room and called Jingyun in.

"Jingyun, what kind of woman do you think Xue Wuxin is?" Gong Mohan asked.
Chapter completed!