Feng Jun bit someone as he wished and wanted to stay in Mo Qin's room as usual, but was driven out by Mo Qin.
In the dead of night.
Mo Qin, who was already fast asleep, was suddenly awakened by a gust of cold wind.
Mo Qin opened her eyes. A breeze blew gently across the bed curtains, slowly coming in and bringing a burst of coolness.
She was suddenly startled and sat up from the bed, she saw that the window of the room was wide open, and a slightly thin young man in a moon-white robe was standing in front of the window inside the room.
The boy had his long hair tied up high and wore a white mask on his face with openings only for his eyes and nose.
The silence was eerie, and Mo Qin did not feel his gaze.
"Oh, he's quite alert. An Xuan has indeed trained a good disciple."
I heard his voice before I saw him.
The man's voice was steady, powerful, and magnetic, making one's ears itch.
A man in a blue-gray robe appeared at the window. Song Tan had one leg wrapped around the window and the other leg hanging down, looking casual and usable.
Song Tan, who is in his thirties, looks no different from a young man in his early twenties.
He leaned slightly against the window, looking at Mo Qin with interest, as if teasing the younger generation made him very happy.
Suddenly his eyes widened and he glanced out the window.
Song Tan jumped into the house, and the masked boy flashed to his right.
"Master, I've been waiting for you in the capital for several days. I didn't expect you to be so leisurely along the way..."
His smile was puzzling, "You're bringing a half-demon with you."
Song Tan discovered them when they entered the city today, but he did not come out to meet them immediately. Instead, he observed them from a distance.
The original owner had no impression of this uncle-master, and they only glanced at each other from a distance during the few times they met.
Mo Qin put down his sword and saluted Song Tan, "Greetings, Uncle Master Song!"
Song Tan nodded slightly, and just when Mo Qin had completely let down his guard, the masked boy suddenly rushed over.
A silver light flashed on the masked boy's snow-white hand. He held a sharp dagger and headed straight for Mo Qin's aorta.
Mo Qin dodged one attack by leaning sideways and drew his sword to meet the attack.
The masked boy's moves contained no murderous intent, but his movements were as fast as the wind, light and precise.
After a few rounds, Mo Qin was at a disadvantage. After a few more exchanges, the masked boy's dagger was at the side of her neck.
She lost.
Song Tan moved his fingers, and the masked boy immediately withdrew his hands and stood back beside Song Tan.
He said calmly, "Your skills are decent, but... not enough."
The child with that bloodline is not capable enough to protect himself with just this skill.
Song Tan smiled and said to Mo Qin:
"Little nephew, have a good rest. See you tomorrow."
Mo Qin inexplicably felt that this smile was a little creepy.
This uncle-in-law is a little abnormal.
No one knew what Song Tan was doing there. After the fight, he casually made a comment, turned around and walked out the window.
“…”
I had a fight and my whole body is covered in sweat. How can I sleep?
Mo Qin speculated maliciously:
Uncle Song Tan probably doesn't have much hair since he doesn't sleep so late at night.
The next morning, Mo Qin indeed met Song Tan in the lobby of the inn.
He was wearing an emerald green robe and had his hair tied up high, the same hairstyle as the masked boy.
Song Tan and the masked boy sat at the table. There was a bowl of wontons in front of Song Tan, but the masked boy didn't even have a glass of water.
Song Tan smiled and said, "Nephew, please order whatever you want. Uncle Master is treating you. Just consider it a gift for meeting you."
A meeting gift, a breakfast.
Generous.
Mo Qin ordered a random breakfast and her eyes fell on the masked boy.
Judging from his physique, the boy seemed to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, but his skills were still fresh in Mo Qin's memory.
More importantly, Mo Qin smelled a faint demonic aura from him when they fought last night.
Song Tan chewed a wonton and said:
"His name is Zhusheng."
Song Tan didn't explain much, but Mo Qin suspected that Zhu Sheng was not a human, but a puppet, and the material used to make him might be a monster.
Song Tan suddenly asked:
"What do you think of Xue Xi?"
Song Tan came here four days ago. He found an inn to stay in and wandered around the city while waiting for Mo Qin and the others to arrive.
After looking at Mo Qin, his gaze quickly fell on Xue Xi.
This young and eye-catching prime minister.
The waiter brought the food.
Mo Qin waited until the waiter was far away before asking tentatively, "Is he a demon?"
Song Tan shook his head hesitantly, "It's hard to say, maybe not."
There wasn't a trace of demonic energy on Xue Xi.
There is always demonic aura on a demon. Even if it is carefully concealed, there will always be a trace of it leaking out in places where it lives for a long time or when it uses demonic power.
If Xue Xi was a demon, Song Tan felt that he would not be unaware of it.
The topic ended here and the two of them didn't speak anymore.
At the same time, Feng Jun came down from upstairs. He sat next to Mo Qin. When he saw Song Tan, Feng Jun was surprisingly calm.
"Mo Qin, who is this young man?"
Feng Jun heard the noise last night. He originally thought it was a thief, but he didn't expect to hear that Song Tan was actually Mo Qin's uncle.
How could a master uncle break into a girl’s bedroom in the middle of the night?
Even elders should avoid suspicion.
Fortunately, in the second half of the night, Song Tan was heard going to Jiang Yisheng's room, and Jiang Yisheng was beaten up.
Song Tan looked at Feng Jun a few more times, and Feng Jun looked back at him with confidence.
Neither of them had any affection for the other.
Jiang Yisheng was the last one to come down, and Yao Yao went downstairs with him.
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