Episode 62 Don't Betray

She threw a wink at Dongfang Ao, but found that Xiao Bing was staring at herself obscurely. Yan Moxue's face suddenly darkened and couldn't help blurting out, "Also, Xiao Bing, do you know? What I hate most is people like you.

After saying that, Yan Moxue only felt that the original anger in her heart became comfortable, but she performed light skills, as light as Hong's feathers, stepped on the water with a light veil, and returned to the boat in an instant, and used internal force to push the boat to move forward in the opposite direction of the painting boat.

The bright moonlight decorates the night sky of winter night and also decorates the earth. The night sky is like an endless transparent sea, quiet, vast and mysterious. Raising his eyes, the dense stars are like small sparks in the sea, twinkling and beating small light spots.

At this time, the cold frost, who had been waiting for orders on the ship, suddenly came forward, knelt on one knee, and asked doubtfully, "Master, the door owner of the underworld is obviously Fengwu of Fengguo. Why do you say it is Dongfang Ren?"

In the conversation just now, Yan Moxue didn't know what strange tricks he had done, which made Leng Shuang, who was three miles away, hear it clearly. Therefore, when he saw the return of the hall master, Leng Shuang hesitated for a moment and still raised his doubts one by one.

"When will I start to report to you?" Yan Moxue gently shook up her sleeves, and Leng Shuang did not dare to dodge, and a hot scratch appeared on her face.

"No, the cold frost is just..." The cold frost still knelt coldly and listened to the sarcastic hum of Yan Moxue.

"Hmm, Fengwu is nothing. In his hands, the underworld will only decline day by day." Although Liu Yu brought back the information she had wanted for a long time, she was more disappointed than excited. Because if the owner of the underworld gate is really the incompetent Fengwu, I'm afraid that the underworld gate will no longer be able to compete with the Flame Demon Gate on this world. Since then, the Flame Demon Gate has become the real underworld hegemon of the martial arts.

Therefore, since the underworld gate can be ignored, she has to make good use of its final value, and it is not worth the glory of the underworld gate.

"But if the owner of the Underworld Gate becomes Dongfang Ren, then everything will be different. Shuanger, you didn't see Dongfang Ao's expression just now, which is the bloodthirsty and cruel expression. That's what I want. It was the expression that wanted to skin the other party's cramps and split the five horses' bodies completely appeared on Dongfang Ao's face at that moment, and even she... was almost affected by the anger in those eyes.

"But the master doesn't worry about the other side of the underworld..." Leng Shuang said worriedly.

Yan Moxue shook her head silently and gently moved her jaw with her fingertips. What are you worried about, Fengwu... A phoenix king is enough to restrain him, not to mention... this man is far from the climate." If it hadn't been for Liu Yu's investigation clearly, how could Yan Moxue not believe that the useless Fengwu was actually the master of the generation of the underworld gate. Compared with the ghost brake, it was very different and ridiculous.

"But Lord, if Dongfang Ao has the intention to investigate, won't he know!"

Yan Moxue still has this self-confidence, which is also the most basic way of survival she learned in the Flame Demon Gate, that is, no matter before doing anything, she must think about the back move and leave a way out. So Shuanger, what I want you to do is to try your best to be Dongfang Ao. He believes that what I said is true.

Although Leng Shuang still has doubts in his heart, he still nods after thinking about it. But Lord, why do you say that Long Ying is our person? Suddenly, Leng Shuang blurted out.

"Isn't the Dragon Shadow from the Flame Demon Gate?" Yan Moxue asked, snort coldly, but Xiao Bing's expressionless face suddenly flashed in her mind.

Hearing the words, the cold frost was even more confused.

Dragon Shadow? He is clearly the protector of the Gate of the Underworld, but why does the Lord say that he is from the Flame Gate? Is there something else hidden in this? Or was the dragon shadow the eyeliner inserted in the underworld gate early in the morning?

Leng Shuang's mind turned quickly, but she still couldn't guess Yan Moxue's mind, or she didn't have the ability to see through it at all.

On this day, the night blue was transparent and bright, without even a trace of clouds. Yan Mo Xue raised her head slightly and looked at the end of the endless night sky, which seemed to be twinkling with a little starlight. Somehow, she stared at it strangely for a long time, and it was not until the cold frost interrupted that she came to her senses.

"Lord." He lowered his eyes and glanced at the cold frost that was still kneeling on the ground. Get up, Shuang'er."

"Thank you, Lord." Leng Shuang slowly got up and happened to be indifferent and charming eyes of Yan Moxue.

At that moment of staring, Yan Moxue's heart suddenly trembled, which was inexplicable and difficult to explain. But somehow, there was an ominous feeling in her heart.

Looking at her subordinates who stood in such a strong dark night and had been together for more than ten years, Yan Moxue had an extremely strange feeling in her heart for the first time. I always feel that in the near future, this woman who seems to be under her, who has been with her for more than ten years, will betray her without hesitation for another person and another thing, and even betray the Flame Demon Gate.

Yan Moxue doesn't know why she has such an idea, and she can't help but be a little afraid at this moment. Not to mention Leng Shuang's achievements in the Flame Demon Gate, she has been following her for more than ten years, and she should not have such an idea.

Facing the Yuxi River, he was silent for a moment, and put down the ominous foreboding for a moment. Yan Mo Xue asked in a low voice, "Do you remember the Yangcheng in Yueyang Gefang?"

"My subordinate... remember." Cold frost's hand, said.

"Didn't Shuanger want to talk to me?" Yan Moxue turned her back and asked tentatively.

She obviously turned around deliberately, but with her martial arts cultivation, Yan Moxue can still feel the unusual trembling all over her body. Is that... is that premonition true?

"My subordinates..." Leng Shuang hesitated behind her, with a deep lock on her eyebrows. Suddenly, she fell to the ground with a plop and lowered her eyes, "Please believe that Yangcheng is just a coincidence that Yangcheng is similar to her subordinates at all. She has never known any dancers at all." After many years of experience in Jianghu, Leng Shuang is also an old man in Jianghu, but in front of Yan Moxue, she will be afraid that her legs will be weak.

Hearing the words, Yan Moxue turned around and picked up the cold frost with one hand. Shuanger, I don't believe you. You don't need to be so nervous. She picked up Leng Shuang and her tone was calm. The coldness of her eyes had long been covered by the dark pupils, which made Leng Shuang sigh of relief.

I believe that she rarely uses the word "believe" to describe her cognition of a person.

"Thank you for trusting my subordinates." Leng Shuang said respectfully with a sincere expression.

Yan Moxue lowered her eyes silently, and her voice suddenly became very light. I don't trust you, but I always believe... You won't betray me." After that sentence, Yan Moxue stopped talking, turned around again and looked at the lights in the distance.

Leng Shuang still stood on her body with a silent expression. She blinked her eyes in silence, and then sometimes looked at the back of Yan Mo Xue, and sometimes lowered her eyes sadly. Perhaps it was Yan Moxue's seemingly unintentional words that made Leng Shuang's heart tremble. She believed that she had never believed in Yan Rasha in her life, but she said that she believed in her!

How many years later, when Leng Shuang has become the doormaster of the underworld, when Gu Fang appreciates herself, she will still remember the words that Yan Moxue said in the lonely wind that night, which seemed ordinary and unintentional, but in fact they were the words that entrusted each other.

The boat continued to sail forward until it approached the shore, before Yan Moxue stepped on the water and jumped to the shore alone.

Leng Shuang respectfully adjusted his hand, turned the bow of the boat and continued to sail forward. Shuanger, don't betray me." It was not until the boat completely disappeared into the dark night that Yan Moxue came to her senses, gave up her name and muttered to herself.

Then, before the dawn, Yan Moxue walked away.

But after a few steps, she suddenly stopped her pace, and a fierce dark light flashed in her eyes. Just as soon as she looked up, the dark light was like a sharp sword pulling out of its sheath and overflowed with cold air. And the originally silent eyes, now Billy's sword is still sharp, but with a strange indifference, it swept lightly to the night.

"Who?" A silver needle slipped out of her fingertips, and Yan Moxue raised her internal force. Even if only her own voice echoed around, she still did not relax her vigilance.

A gloomy breath quickly spread over her body. In the quiet late night, Yan Moxue only felt that she had fallen into a dark whirlpool. There were countless pairs of eyes staring at her, and their eyes were crimson blood, vowing to swallow her.

Who? Don't hide, come out for me." Seeing that no one answered, she only put her hand with a silver needle on her chest and shouted again. The arrogant anger in her chest is faintly, but she still can't relax, because as her sense of the changes in the surrounding breath, Yan Moxue knows that the person hidden in the dark is never below her, and even slightly higher than herself.

Finally, after the silence, the sky seemed to open a cold and electric opening, and a wind roared in the darkness and swept through Yan Moxue's ears. Fast and fast, people can't catch it. Yan Moxue moved quickly with the direction of the wind and always tried to stop the wind.

But helplessly, even her skills and eye speed can't keep up with the speed of the wind.

Finally, after a long silence, a dark shadow fell steadily and lightly in front of Yan Moxue.

When I fixed my eyes, the dark shadow's face was covered with a thick and extremely hard black armor, completely covering the whole face, leaving only a pair of sharp eyes, shining dark blue in the dark night. It's you!" Yan Moxue fixed her eyes and blurted out.

That's obviously the ghost armor man who saved himself in the Tianta of Yueguo Town last time. Even after many days, the dark blue eyes, Yan Mo Xue still recognized them at a glance. Who the hell are you?" Why do you appear in front of yourself again and again?

At that moment, Yan Moxue's charming eyes slightly raised, withdrew her hand, and stared at the ghost armor man standing in front of her with those beautiful eyes.

But before she asked again, the dust suddenly rose in front of her, and the dust blocked her sight. In desperation, Yan Moxue had to cover her mouth and nose with her cuffs. Unexpectedly, when the dust receded and everything was clear, the ghost armor man had already disappeared into the dark whirlpool.

Only at that moment, when Yan Moxue wanted to chase it, there was only dark darkness in the distance. Bastard." This time, it was really close in front of him, but he still let him run away. The more Yan Moxue thought about it, the more angry he became. She couldn't help clenching her fist and muttered, "He... Who is he?"

This mysterious ghost man saved himself but refused to reveal his identity. Is he... an enemy or a friend?