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Woo!

Just when Ink Yan reached out her hand to cover Mu Rong Xian's mouth, hinting him not to speak carelessly. Molda had once quickly turned his head and glanced at Mu Rong Xian.

However, when he saw Mu Rong Xian obediently lower his head like Ink Yan, the killing intent in Molda's eyes disappeared.

After about 10 minutes of this, Molda had already read through all of the information that the butler had copied. After thoroughly understanding the information, Molda finally said that he could raise his head.

Hearing that, Mu Rong Xian raised his head, dumbfounded. However, he saw Molda holding a piece of paper that had been copied by the butler. He approached the torch and lit it. The fragile paper soon burst into blue flames. The paper that was filled with words was squeezed dry and turned into black ash.

"Huuu ~ ~ ~"

At this time, it was unknown who's breathing was stronger. He blew away the ashes, sending them into the air. The ashes from the cigarette scattered down like black butterflies dancing in the clear sky.

Then, Ink Yan clearly heard Molda asking herself.

"49, why are you still keeping your head down?"

Ink Yan lifted her face and answered flatly.

"The secret of the treasure map can only be known by the general himself!"

After he finished speaking, his gaze unconsciously drifted towards Murong Xian.

He didn't know why, but he felt goosebumps all over his body. He finally realized that he had done something wrong! A rather fatal thing!

After Ink Yan had expressed her loyalty, Molda quickly turned his gaze towards Mu Rong Xian and asked in a good mood, "May I ask how much you understood?"

Mu Rong Xian nearly kneeled down on the ground! He didn't say anything, but his heart was like raging waves!

Molda suspects me! He suspects that I also have thoughts of stealing the treasure!

Sigh!

Mu Rong Xian lowered his head in regret, hating himself for being so obedient! When people say look up, you look up?

Unfortunately, the mistake had already been made. Morda's suspicions about the Southern Luan Mansion had already been planted.

Murong Xian could only try to please his father by kneeling on the ground, kowtowing to Molda, shouting in panic, "Wishing you all the best in the kingdom! To restore the friendship between the two countries! "

"Long live, long live, long live!"

"Long live, long live, long live!"

He really didn't say it.

When Murong Xian was congratulating Molda's father on becoming the emperor, Molda's heart was filled with an indescribable killing intent! Even if the person in front of him was the sole heir to the regent of a neighboring country, killing him would result in a major international dispute! He would still kill him without any hesitation!

However, when the man who had originally imagined himself as sharing the legendary treasure suddenly knelt down like Gou and humbly wished him and his father all the best that they could this morning become the kings of the Sirius. A majestic spirit that dominated the world quickly filled the mouth of the Moorda Moon! It made him forget about killing intent. He thought to himself, how about I use this idiot for a while longer?

Thus, Molda very quickly personally helped Murong Xian up, and said in a hypocritical tone, "What is the difference between us?" He led Murong Xian out of the secret room.

At that time, Ink Yan, who had deliberately followed behind him, had taken everything in her eyes and had etched in her mind an objective comment on Molda — despite her talent, she was narrow-minded. In the future, there would be a day when he would bring about his own destruction!