C624 Dirty Things!

"Yes, Third Master!"

Lan Zhi answered and turned around. Just as he was about to leave, Lan Yuhua remembered something. "Is there any news about Xi Moyue?"

"Third Master, our people have not found Xi Moyue's whereabouts yet."

Lan Zhi revealed a guilty expression. Obviously, they had not found Xi Moyue's whereabouts for such a long time. It made them feel it. His own incompetence!

Lan Yuhua snorted coldly and looked at his face with a malicious expression.

"Tell me, did we look down on her too much, or were you all too useless?"

Looking at Lan Zhi's slightly dark eyes, the corner of Lan Yuhua's mouth curled up slightly, and he said with a cold and playful expression, "It seems that she is not as useless as she appears to be. To be able to escape from our and Beiming Yu's eyes, it can be considered her ability!"

"Then Third Master, should we still look for her?"

A sharp light shot out from Lan Yuhua's eyes, "Look! If she is alive, we must see her. If she is dead, we must see her corpse! After finding her, we will hang her corpse on the city gate of Holy Snow Country. Let the people of Zihua Country see how their king was humiliated by another country! Do you understand now?"

Lan Zhi nodded," I understand. I will definitely make the people of Zihua Country furious about this! "

Seeing that Lan Zhi understood what he meant, Lan Yuhua turned around and said," Alright, let's do it quickly! "

Holy Snow Country, Lin City.

In the past, the red sleeve dress was showy and extravagant. A prosperous and extravagant life symbolized the prosperity and prosperity of Lin City.

But now, it was a desolate and defeated scene. Dirty stains were everywhere, and the dark and colorless sleeves were filled with Yin energy. A few corpses were emitting a foul smell, making people feel like it was torture to approach them.

When Zhao Ge'er came in, her pretty face was deathly pale. Even her legs were soft.

Her frightened eyes were mixed with some infatuation as she looked at Dongfang Jin in front of her. When she walked in, she shouted with a trembling voice, "Young Master, Ge'er is afraid!"

Dongfang Jin stopped in his tracks and looked at her coldly, "Nothing will happen!"

Then he continued to walk forward. Zhao Ge'er lightly bit her lips, her eyes dimmed, and there was some grievance in her eyes.

She thought of all sorts of ways to get closer to him. Was it really that difficult?

Dongfang Jin looked around the room but did not find anything.

"Which room did that man book?"

Zhao Ge'er's face turned pale and she pursed her lips. Then, with a face full of righteousness, she led Dongfang Jin towards the room.

The room that the man booked was the worst room in the red sleeve. It was dark and the room was damp. Other than the poor environment, there was nothing special about it.

Dongfang Jin scanned every corner of the room with his cold eyes. Suddenly, he found something unusual in a place with a backlight.

He quickly walked over and found that it was a small piece of blood stained red rope. Dongfang Jin took out a silk handkerchief and picked up the red rope. He then took out the light and looked at it carefully.

There was a very strange knot on the red rope. This knot must have been soaked in blood, and there was dark blood on it.

When Zhao Ge'er saw Dongfang Jin holding the red rope, her originally pale face immediately turned red.

With a shy expression, she stammered, "Young Master, how... How... How can you... How can you take... this kind of dirty... filthy thing?"

Dongfang Jin's clear and deep eyes landed on Zhao Ge'er's body. He had a noble and noble bearing.

"What? Do you know what this is?"

Zhao Ge'er saw Dongfang Jin's clear eyes and there was an obvious questioning look in his eyes.