Chapter 7 Midnight Dream

At this time, the maid had already presented her clean clothes. Murong Yao personally sent a set of light pink lotus leaf embroidered cloud skirts to the couch and said, "I want to talk to you about this. My father will return home in about two days!" As soon as her father came back, she probably didn't dare to make a big move!"

Shangguan Zixuan was silent for a while, and then said, "Brother Murong, you go out first. I have some doubts to ask Miss Murong!"

Murong Yao took a look at Shangguan Zixuan and said with a smile, "What can't you say in front of me?"

Murong Xun gently rubbed the soft clothes and looked at Murong Yao and said, "Brother, you go out first!"

Murong Yao took a deep look at Murong Xun and said with a smile, "Although you have just known each other, why do you make me an outsider?" Well, if you have any secrets, just ask today! I'll go out first!"

Murong Yao just didn't take a few steps. Shangguan Zixuan said again, "Tell the kitchen to make a bowl of ginger soup!"

After Murong Yaoli, only Murong Xun and Shangguan Zixuan were left in the small room.

Murong Yao hooked the corners of his mouth and said, "If Mr. Shangguan has any questions, just ask him directly. I must know everything!"

Shangguan Zixuan squeezed his lips, his ink hair was still close to his face, and the long shirt was stained with a little turbid soil, which looked a little embarrassed. The raindrops outside the window slapped the eaves fiercely, and the sound of "pop" kept ringing.

For a long time, Shangguan Zixuan licked his dry lips. "My grandfather was killed. Although he was stabbed with a sword, the real cause of death was the unique poison of our Shangguan family, which should have been lost with the death of Shangguan Yan, a traitor of the Shangguan family 30 years ago. So I suspect that Shangguan Yan, the vicious and inhumane traitor, is not dead at all!"

After a pause, Shangguan Zixuan took a look at Murong Xun and said, "The last time you took your pulse, although you disrupted your internal breath with internal force, I still vaguely found a poison in you. Later, I went home and checked a lot of information and confirmed that it was Jiupinhong, and this poison was developed by Shangguan Yan. No one knows the recipe except him. I want to ask why Miss Murong is poisoned? Where is Shangguan Yan again?

Murong Xun's fingers hooked the fine pins of his pink skirt and said faintly, "I don't know Shangguan Yan! If I'm poisoned, why don't I have any sense of it myself? Don't be alarmist!"

"With the girl's profound internal strength, it is impossible not to notice that she has been poisoned. Does the girl want to shield this person who is not as good as a beast? Isn't the girl afraid that Brother Murong, madam, Prime Minister Murong knows that you have peerless martial arts skills?

"Are you threatening me?" A cold light flashed in Murong Xun's eyes, and there was a cold murderous atmosphere all over his body, and a silver needle was exposed on the dripping cuffs.

I only heard Shangguan Zixuan sighed and looked at Murong Xun silently. His eyes changed several times. In the end, he was a little distressed. Murong Xun was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had read it wrong, and silently turned his eyes to one side.

At this time, I only heard Shangguan Zixuan laughing and laughing at himself, "What am I doing?" He looked at Murong Xun again, and a warm light appeared in his amber eyes. "Since the girl doesn't want to say it, I'm not reluctant. I can definitely find out the truth of the matter myself, and I must Keep your mouth shut like a bottle. But it is still necessary to remind the girl that the poison on her body is indeed the right thing, and don't take it lightly! I will definitely find a way to find an antidote for the girl!"

He smiled gently, "Change your clothes!" If a lonely man and a woman are alone in the room for a long time, it will affect the girl's reputation, so I will say goodbye first!" After saying that, Shangguan Zixuan turned around and left.

Murong Xun looked at Shangguan Zixuan's back in a while. What was he thinking in his mind? But for some reason, she has an extraordinary trust in Shangguan Zixuan. He will not reveal half a word about her affairs to others. This trust is inexplicable.

He changed into clean clothes. When the rain was small, Murong Xun returned to his residence. In the evening, one of Murong Yao's maids sent a bowl of medicinal juice, saying that it was Mr. Shangguan's prescription. Murong Xun smelled it with the tip of his nose, and a bitter smell came. He couldn't help frowning. Because the little maid was still around, he gritted his teeth and drank a bowl of bitter medicine clean.

After taking Shangguan Zixuan's medicine, Murong Xun felt a little dizzy and fell asleep.

If you ask about the most frightening organization in the world today, it must be the Wind Studio. The terrible thing about it is not only that as long as you can afford the price, there is no wind shadow building that can't kill people, but also with its mystery and concealment.

Who is the boss behind it? How many killers does it have? How widely is its power?

This series of problems, even the Tianji Pavilion, which is known to know everything in the world, can't be explored.

However, the reason why the Wind Studio is so strong is inseparable from the cruelty of its selection and training of killers.

This is a secret base hidden in Rocky Mountain. Outsiders can't know its existence at all. Because there are only two kinds of people who see this base, one is the killer of the wind shadow building, and the other is the dead.

On an empty flat ground, five tall buildings rose from the ground. There are 200 children in each tall building. There is no food, no water, and only two children can come out of each building.

This is destined to be a fight with no humanity. If you want to live, you have to kill another 198 people, even if you used to be friends who ate and slept together.

This is survival.

Skiller's game.

In Building 1, blood covers almost every corner, killing day and night. For more than ten days without water, some children have already eaten the bodies of their companions.

The disgusting fishy smell fills every inch of air.

There is no one here, only beasts.

Whether it is a corpse lying on the ground or a living one, the children with frightened and numb eyes full of the desire to live wear the same clothes. The only difference is the number on the back.

Killing never stops. The child numbered ninety-five behind her was thin and pale, and there was still a trace of timidity and impulsibility in his eyes. He held a big knife about the same height as her in his hand, while the child numbered sixty-nine was obviously taller, and the murderous intention in her eyes was stronger.

"Ah!" Sixty-nine shouted, raised a big knife and cut at ninety-five. Ninety-five was obviously exhausted. After reluctantly blocking two moves, the big knife in his hand was picked to the ground.

Sixty-nine expressions were indifferent, and he kicked the ninety-five lower abdomen. The child was kicked away, hit the wall, bounced back, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground.

He was expressionless and raised a big knife to look at the back of 95. At the moment when the big knife was about to fall, Ninty-five miraculously opened his eyes, with no timidity in his eyes, but only a strong mockery and bone-eating hatred. She rolled to the right and dodged lightly. She got up, stretched out her hand, locked her throat, and made a flowing action, which was completed in an instant.

With a click, the larynx bone was broken.

Sixty-nine's eyes were wide open, and I couldn't believe it. I didn't know that I would be killed by the weakest ninety-five before!

95 First, he looked at the situation around him suspiciously, frowned slightly, suddenly opened his eyes, and his murderous spirit appeared.

The knock on the door sounded, and Murong Xun suddenly woke up. Ling asked, "Who?"

A gentle voice came from outside the door, "Is it Miss Five? The prime minister has returned home and wants to invite the young lady to the flower hall to meet!"

"I know, I'll go right away!"

Murong Xun looked out of the window. It was already the middle of the moon. The dark night sky is particularly clear after the heavy rain, and it seems that the stars are much brighter. A cool breeze blew, and Murong Xun couldn't help shivering, and then he was already in a cold sweat all over his body.

She closed her eyes and suddenly dreamed of this? Since she woke up from this body eight years ago, she has long been doomed to be human. She is no longer what she used to be. But now, who is she?

After wiping his sweat, Murong Xun quickly got up and changed his clean clothes. A maid led the way and hurried to the flower hall.

The jade hook hung high, and a few wisps of cool night wind brushed from time to time. Murong's pink skirt turned over, and the sound of the silent corridor was only the sound of footsteps rubbing against the silk skirt. In the night wind, you can faintly smell the faint fragrance of gardenia.

After passing the gallery flower rack, you can see the flower hall, and the red gauze tent is also blowing with the evening breeze. The lights are very bright, reflecting everyone's expressions are extremely clear.

I saw a middle-aged man with a beard sitting on the main seat. A gray Confucian belt meticulously tied up his hair, and there were some wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, but his eyes were full of wisdom that became more and more mature due to the precipitation of time. A gray Confucian shirt more and more set off his gentle elegance and scholarly. Steady.

This person is Daxiang's left-handed Mu Ronghua.

He slowly tasted a cup of Biluochun in his hand. When he glanced at the young girl who had just walked in, he paused slightly, and then turned his eyebrows away indifferently.

On his left side sat the eldest lady and the third aunt in turn. The eldest lady had been sad about Murong Xuan for many days, and her face was a little haggard, but at this moment, her eyes were full of doubts, and there was a half-truth and half-false smile on her mouth.

Murong Hua waved her hand and put the tea in her hand on the table beside her. Looking at Murong Xun, who was kneeling in front of her and was about to meet, she said faintly, "Don't be in a hurry to worship me. It's not too late to figure out some things first!" She clapped her hands while talking.

Murong Xun looked at Murong Hua doubtfully. She didn't know what he was paying attention to. She had already rehearsed the picture of father and daughter meeting in her mind several times, but now she was a little caught off guard. He lowered his head and silently waited for Murong Hua's follow-up.

In a short time, I saw a maid leading a girl in blue. When she passed by, Murong Xun couldn't help looking at her. She saw that the girl's lips were red and white, charming, and she was a beautiful ruffian, and her age was similar to her own.

After the girl in blue entered the house, she was slightly blessed with Murong Hua and said, "I've seen my father!"