C21 Tracked

The group of black clothed people looked at the escaping Song Mo and the man but did not give chase.

At this time, three people walked out from behind them. The group of people hurriedly turned around.

"Master." The group bowed.

Nangong Ye looked at the two figures running far away and turned to Wu Qin.

Wu Qin quickly knelt down on one knee. "Master, it's all my fault. I didn't find such a small path up the mountain."

Nangong Ye took a deep breath and said helplessly, "Stand up."

Wu Qin then stood up.

The leader of the men in black was indignant. "This grandpa has prepared this long for this, it should have been Young Master Shen who saved Master Lu, and now it is Young Master Shen who sent Master Lu back. However, I never thought that such a kid would appear. "

Shen Wang, who was at the side, looked at the path, "Maybe Shen Wang still hasn't come to work for me."

"Master, now that we have been ruined by that kid, what should we do next?" Wu Qin asked.

Nangong Ye took a deep breath and looked at him. "After meeting this person for a while, I will have no choice but to put in more effort into dealing with him."

"Yes, Master."

Thus, Wu Qin led the way, followed by Nangong Ye, Shen Cong and a group of men in black.

"..."

Song Mo looked at the four stone lions supporting the Lu Manor. It was indeed extraordinary.

"Old Master, Old Master." The moment Lord Lu appeared, a group of people pounced on him and forcefully pushed him to the side.

"Get out of the way!" Master Lu roared and the group of people retreated to the side. Master Lu dragged his legs and walked in front of Song Mo.

"Young master, thank you for saving us earlier." I wonder if I could enter the manor and express my thanks. "

Song Mo looked at the Lu Manor, "Let's enter the mansion then. I just want what I deserve."

"Oh, I understand." Master Lu immediately gave one of the servants a look. The servant immediately took out his money bag.

"Here, master."

"Take out all yours." Master Lu then asked the others for the money.

"Young master, you look like you don't have much skill in this field. If you do, I'll get some people to enter the mansion and bring it to you." Master Lu passed seven money bags over to Song Mo.

Song Mo jolted and casually saved him. That should be enough. Or maybe it was a little too dishonest.

"That's enough, thank you."

Song Mo kept the money bag into his clothes.

"Young master, where is your home? What are you doing now? "I want to see Young Master's martial arts, are you interested …"

"My apologies," Song Mo directly interrupted Lord Lu, causing the group of servants to be stunned. This lord clearly wanted him to become a member of the Lu Manor, but he actually …

"My ambition isn't here. If fate wills it, I will meet you again. Goodbye." After saying that, Song Mo clasped his hands together before turning around to leave.

"Young Master, can you tell me your name?" Master Lu shouted from behind.

"If fate wills it, I will tell you." Song Mo replied as he walked into the crowd.

"Lord, this person really doesn't know what's good for him." A servant stepped forward and said.

Master Lu looked at Song Mo's back, "He's an interesting person."

Song Mo calculated as he walked. Seven bags of money should not be a small amount, right? He didn't know how much money it would cost to go to the border. Forget it, let's just take the silver back and give it to Zhu'er first. If that's not enough, then let's make another trip to Western Leong Mountain tonight!

Song Mo cleared his mind and walked forward. Suddenly, with a casual glance, he saw an unfamiliar face reflected in a bronze mirror hanging in front of a stall that sold rouge powder. Tracked? Song Mo looked around and turned into an alley.