He himself is a … Yang Chen is an ink clear-who else knows poison? Embroidered Jade Valley Since Yang Chen can survive, can others?
Mohist bloodbath embroidered Jade Valley Yang Chen can let go of this feud, can’t others? Kill the enemy. That must be reported!
Since someone can survive in the embroidered jade valley, why can’t the Hao family have descendants? The picture of asking the immortals was divided into five parts, but the poison secret skill of the Hao family was not handed down. Could it be that the Oriental family swallowed it together at the beginning?
Yang Muyu thought about it and couldn’t help sneering: "shattered glass!"
"Feather …" Mo Qing sighed softly.
Yang Muyu was so surprised that he was busy opening his eyes that he saw Mo Qing don’t know when he had stood in front of him. Li Sanchong saluted Mo Qing and quietly retired. He was busy getting up.
Mo Qing stretched out his hand and pressed on him. Wry smile: "Did I wake you?"
"No, I didn’t sleep at all. I was just thinking about something." Yang Muyu smiled and lay on the couch without moving.
"Think about what?" Mo Qing sat down beside him and asked.
"Someone is one step ahead of me in chess. I’m afraid the murderer has run away from the city of Qingyao openly." Yang Muyu smiled lightly.
"Ah?" The ink is clear and puzzled.
Yang Muyu’s mouth evoked a sarcastic smile: "Father, isn’t it too easy for us to track down those spies now?" Since you want to be a mole, you have to hide your identity well, and you can’t be easily found. However, it took only two days for Yang Muyu to dig out all the spies buried in the city of Qingyao for decades. This is not because he is too clever, but because some people deliberately.
"Yes!" Mo Qing nods the same question. He doubted it, too.
"These people have no use value. Naturally, they will be abandoned, so-they all have to die. " Yang Muyu sneer at a way. "I became a impeded the knife killed people for them. And what they really want to cover up is definitely gone. "
"Ah?" Mo Qing frowned and asked, "Then why doesn’t he continue to hide in the city of Qingyao?"
Yang Muyu smiled. This man is very clever-he didn’t underestimate his cleverness. Now that he knows that he can’t hide nature, he has to run away as early as possible.
"Father, our opponent is a very clever man, so-he knows that if he wants to keep this man, he must run, and I’m afraid he’s afraid that we can use this man to find something they can hide." Yang Muyu laughed.
"So what now?" As he spoke, Mo Qing picked up the blue and white porcelain bowl next to him and sent the bird’s nest to his mouth. When I came in just now, I saw the ghost servant cook the bird’s nest and send it to him. He took it.
Yang Muyu frowned in his hand and said, "I don’t like to eat such sweet and greasy things, father."
Mo Qing looked at his bitter gourd face and smiled: "Didn’t you eat it every day when you were in Jinsha Bay?"
Yang Muyu couldn’t help laughing bitterly when he mentioned this: "Father, can I not eat that Yang Tie? I just said that he almost threw me into the ocean to feed the tortoise, but I was forced." He paused and smiled. "Father, you just need to check those people who have left the city of Qingyao recently. Whether they are dead or fleeing, even if they go out to work normally, just give me a whole list."
"Even the dead?" Mo Qing asked curiously.
"It’s the best way to escape by faking your death." Yang Muyu laughed. He was almost sure that this man was definitely using suspended animation to run away. Who would trace the whereabouts of a dead man? And if ordinary slaves die, at most, they will be rewarded with a coffin and sent to the barren mound outside the city for burial.
Having a son who is so clear can’t help but feel gratified and say with a smile, "It’s really a great misfortune to offend my son."
Yang Muyu shook his head and said, "Father, you are wrong. Without your support, I would be a useless waste, and no matter how clever I am, I would be useless." He suddenly patted his chair and shouted, "Somebody, somebody-"
The ghost servant came in busy, bowed down and asked, "What’s your order?"
"You go and get me a list of people who have left the city of Qingyao since the death of the old man-no matter what the reason, of course, the dead are also people." Yang Muyu ordered.
"It’s a childe!" Ghost servant promised to Yang Muyu and Moqing upon this just back out.
Mo Qing smiled: "With your intelligence, you can get along well everywhere."
Yang Muyu shook his head and paid no attention to Mo Qing’s praise. He smiled faintly and said, "My father doesn’t know that without your support, our intelligence will only lead to murder. Where can I sit here and give orders?" He is telling the truth. In Jinsha Bay, he was backed by Yang Tie. Here, he is backed by Mo Qing and the whole city of Qingyao.
"Smart people don’t live long!" Yang Muyu whispered, "Smart people don’t have strength and don’t live long."
Mo Qing listened and frowned and sighed: "Don’t talk about it, you’d better eat the bird’s nest. Yang Tie is right. You are too smart to avoid worrying about it."
Yang Muyu picked up the bowl, drank the bird’s nest in one gulp, touched his mouth and smiled mischievously: "I also want to be a dude, a rich and idle person, but heaven doesn’t want me to."
"How can I listen to your words and complain that it is useless to be a father?" Mo Qing laughed.
Yang Muyu bit his tongue and shrank his head. If Mo Qing had Yang Chen’s calculation and calculation, he really didn’t need to fuck this luxury. But as Yang Chen said, Mo Qing is an honest man.
"Son!" Cried the ghost servant standing outside the door.
"Come in!" Yang Muyu nodded his head.