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It was night, and the moon was cold like water. The entire Lu Mansion was quiet, as if they were a protective layer under the moonlight.

The autumn wind blew drearily, but he seemed like an immortal. The moon shattered on his sleeves, and the moonlight shone through his pitch-black hair as if he wanted to ascend to the immortal realm. He frowned slightly, looking at the bright moon, and a black-clothed figure suddenly appeared behind him, kneeling on one knee behind him.

"This subordinate's protection of the lord is unfavorable, please accept."

Before he finished speaking, he glanced at the man in black and immediately shut his mouth. He lowered his head and said, "Please forgive me, young master."

"Did Xian An send them back?" The green clothed man nodded and stood up. Seeing that the black clothed man was still kneeling, he did not force him, but instead said: "I am very safe here, and told A Chun not to worry, and not to send anyone to look for me."

"Yes," the man in black answered with his head lowered. Then, he seemed to remember something and said, "But he …"

"I know you might not be able to stop A Chun." Although he was frowning, he could not help but laugh when he mentioned A Chun's stubborn temper, "If you can't stop me, then let him come. Since I am already a girl, he might not be easy to find, but you are not allowed to tell your brother."

The man in black nodded his head and quickly retreated into the darkness.

At the same time, there was another pair of master and servant who were also bathed in the moonlight.

Lu Zi Nuo held onto a portrait in her hand, which she drew today, and the image on it looked like it belonged to the person who picked it up. Lu Zi Nuo's drawing skills were impressive, with only a few strokes, it looked like it was made of god.

"Do you want me to check his background?" Di Xian frowned: "When he woke up, he told me his name was Xiao Yong, but I don't think it's his real name."

The current Di Xian didn't look like a normal person, but more like an assassin in the dark. That was her original identity, she was someone Lu Qing Lin had hired to protect Lu Zi Nuo in the past.

"No need, I don't think he's a bad person. Especially since Martial House Master Ning had said that he might be the remnants of a rebellion, it was truly laughable. He was only a teenager, but turning chaos into chaos was a matter of forty to fifty years ago. Furthermore, even if it's a remnant, what does it have to do with me? "

"Exactly." Qu Xian nodded, she turned around with the lantern in her hand and started walking away, as if she was just a servant girl who had come to sleep peacefully for her husband.

Everything was covered by the moonlight.

The moonlight was cold, and figures of people could be seen moving about.

Lu Zi Nuo's dream was mottled and bizarre. A gale that came out of nowhere blew her up into the sky like a lonely spirit, spinning and swaying, rising and falling, vaguely touched by gentle hands. The dream was blurry, yet he could clearly hear a sorrowful cry and an inexplicable call, "Yun is still there."

Someone called out to her in her dreams. That voice was gentle and compassionate, like a grey and misty soul. It also sounded like it was right beside one's ear, making one involuntarily want to hug it.

However, she did not know that behind that step of darkness was an endless abyss. She actually harbored the determination to die in her heart, so she simply threw away her caution, walked forward aimlessly, fell down fiercely, and became clear-headed.

Lu Zi Nuo opened his eyes, seeing that the moonlight was ugly, he knew that he would not be able to sleep tonight. Sitting there with the silk blanket, he felt that everything in the room was terrifying, he took a deep breath, stepped on his shoes and went out.

In these past few years, she had never had such an intense argument with Lu Zi Qian. Her usual indifference had completely crumbled, how could she not care? What she hated about Lu Zi Qian wasn't the strict discipline she had taught him for many years, but rather, it was because Lu Zi Qian was actually the source of her loneliness that had caused her to endure for many years. All these years, she had been living through the loneliness, day after day.

Not reading was a form of resistance, as was cynicism, but in the end it was useless.

The bluestone floor was covered in moonlight, making it seem like a pool of green water in a bowl. It was beautiful, but she felt cold. The bright moon was quiet, and the autumn cicada had gone long ago. Lu Zi Nuo was pacing alone under the moonlight when he suddenly heard the low hum of the sword.

Looking back, he was facing the swordsman.

That person was quite far away, so he could only vaguely see a silhouette. It was standing on top of the corner of the roof, like a swallow flying in the middle of the sky in the middle of the Han Dynasty, light enough to dance in the palm of his hand. His sleeves were wide, and his long sword streaked across like a streak of light. His wide sleeves were still fluttering in the air, as if there was only one person in the world. He then drew his two fingers together and slashed across the sword body, floating like a fairy. When he moved, he moved like a fierce tiger, as if he was chopping down a cloud.

His demeanor was that of a man of heaven.

Lu Zi Nuo actually did not know where he was at the moment. His eyes were filled with the figures of the moon, she wanted to ask, but was afraid to disturb the scenery. She wanted to leave, but his heart kept on turning and turning.

"Whap."

The dried branches were alarmed, their eyes filled with killing intent, the expert became one with the sword, their eyes were sharp like swords, they sliced at Lu Zi Nuo's bones, she had previously learnt martial arts, although it was a three-legged cat's skill, but it was extremely fast, and under the shock of fear, she did not even have the ability to run anymore.

Moonlight flashed, and the sound of the sword pierced through the air like a cruel crane. The moonlight fused with the sword light, and the thin sword actually gave off an ice-cold feeling. It was an invisible killing intent.

A sword finger between his eyebrows. A single move could kill!

Lu Zi Nuo stood there dumbfounded.

Exchange Code: PFZFSS

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