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"Cover the coffin." After all, Murong Yan is in the rivers and lakes, and has been in the imperial court for many years, and she is not so fragile that she faints, she is angry, full of anger, so angry that she wants to kill: "Order someone to guard tonight!" ”

"Yes!"

"Murong Siqing, I'll send you back." Bai Mosi was very distressed when he saw her crumbling appearance, for fear that something would happen to her.

Murong Yan held her jade hand in the air, the black cloak whistling on her back like wings, her voice was hoarse, and she looked ahead all in a blur: "No need, I want to be quiet by myself." ”

Bai Mosi didn't speak, didn't entangle, didn't step forward, just stood behind her and watched her quietly.

She needs to be quiet, and he will give her enough freedom and space.

Murong Yan got on the horse, clutched the reins, and ran towards Dali Temple.

The road was so long, so long, that she didn't shed enough tears.

Back in Dali Temple, Murong Yan's whole body was as cold as ice, the black cloak did not take off, she needed warmth, she needed a lot of warmth, Murong Yan sat on the bed tremblingly, holding her legs, tears falling down.

She didn't protect the mother and son of the Nie family, she let them suffer such cruel things.

"Zifeng, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Murong Yan hugged her head, and her whole person was about to collapse.

The ink gradually sprinkled on the dome, inch by inch to dye the dome black, and finally with the pen and ink dipped in the silver glow, on which a moon was drawn, the moon cried, and the tears that fell became countless stars to accompany it.

The wick on the wall slowly lit and extinguished itself.

At the door, Bai Mosi saw that the candle flame was extinguished before leaving with confidence, as long as she rested.

Midnight.

There was a strange knock on the door.

'Dangdang, dangdang, dang'

The knock seems to be rhythmic.

"......" Murong Yan, who had been decadent, suddenly cheered up, clenched the long sword in her hand, and tiptoed to the door, she hid by the wall, listening carefully to the movement outside.

She decided to go out and have a look.

The knocking sound was too weird, Murong Yan gathered the black cloak on her body, kicked the door open, and there was a black wooden box at the door, which someone deliberately placed there.

Murong Yan kicked the box aside first, for fear that it would be artillery fire or something, she observed the surroundings, there was no one, and the night was quiet and terrifying.

She lifted her sword, lifted the loose button in front of the black box with the blade, and then lifted it back heavily.

Murong Yan looked at the human head in the wooden box in shock, it was the child's head, and the neck and head were bloody.

She closed her eyes, and sure enough, someone came to provoke, she covered the box with a long sword, and just when Murong Yan wanted to pick up the box, the other end of the box suddenly moved.

A man in a nightwalking suit dragged the wooden box with a 'click' at the other end of the invisible transparent rope, and then ran away with the box.

There are too many strange things on the rivers and lakes, and the rope is treated, and it can't be seen in the dark night.

"Stop!" The mystery in her heart seems to be slowly clearing, and the emotional Murong Yan has lost her mind and thinking, she just wants to catch the murderer, get the box back, and let the child have a whole corpse.

That person easily climbed over the city wall with light skills, and Murong Yan's light skills were not bad, so he also climbed over.

Murong Yan pulled the long sword out of the scabbard and looked at it coldly: "Put the box down." ”