"I really can't trust that venomous snake." Chu Mu gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go to the restaurant over there."
Chu Mu was talking about the only three-story loft-style building in Langcheng. Standing on its roof, you could overlook the Yongxiang Pawnshop.
The pawnshop is a quadrangle courtyard. In addition to the shop, there is also a large courtyard inside.
At this time, two rows of big men in black clothes holding weapons were squatting in the yard, all of them standing guard at the door in full readiness.
"Wu Shan!"
Nan Mo lowered his voice and read out the name of one of them.
"Know him?" Chu Mu looked at the group of burly men, then at Nan Mo standing beside him. A guess suddenly came to his mind: "You—are not from the Central Plains?"
At this point, Nan Mo no longer concealed it: "Yes, I am from Beimu, my name is Nan Mo."
The originally listless Dahuang suddenly straightened his ears.
Chu Mu almost slipped and rolled off the tiles -
"Nan Mo??"
Chu Mu steadied himself.
"The eldest prince of Beimu?"
Nan Mo frowned and asked, "How did you know?"
When he was born, the political situation in Beimu was turbulent. In order to protect him, his father sent him out of the palace and raised him with a close confidant.
His identity has never been mentioned to outsiders.
The old King of Beimu meant that after Nanmo finished his trip to the Central Plains, he would return to the Beimu Palace to recognize his ancestral roots and be crowned as a prince.
This is an absolute secret. How could the beauties in the Central Plains know about it?
Yes, how did Chu Mu know?
【what the fuck?】
A warm foreign greeting popped up in Chu Mu's mind.
Nan Mo was confused: I have never heard of this Central Plains dialect before, I have to write it down.
What kind of luck did I have? I just escaped the tiger's den and fell into the wolf's den.
The name Nan Mo is not unfamiliar to Chu Mu.
According to the plot summary, it was Prince Nanmo who brought the original body of the medicine man back to the Northern Mu Royal Court.
He deliberately set up an explosive maze to confuse the original body and released the original body out of the city.
He knew that his original body would let the Daxia army come in through the mountain road, so he set up an ambush early in the morning.
If we were to attribute the original body's tragic ending to someone, Nan Mo also deserves credit.
Chu Mu felt like he had no desire to live and just wanted to slap the eighth brother into the sixth brother.
Why didn't you tell me such important information earlier?!
Nan Mo mistook Chu Mu's reaction for fear and promised him seriously: "Don't be afraid. We Beimu men are all heroes. We won't kill people for no reason."
Chu Mu twitched his lips: [I wonder if those damned people in Lin Poshan would be so angry that they would come back to life after hearing this.]
Linpo Mountain is the place where Nanmo set up an ambush and wolves wiped out an army from the Central Plains.
It is also a name that only those who have been to the Beimu capital can call out.
"Have you been to Hedu?" Nan Mo almost said it in an affirmative tone.
"..." Chu Mu sighed silently, "I've been there before."
Nan Mo then asked a more serious question: "Then - how do you know my identity?"
This question is really not easy to answer.
Chu Mu thought about it and decided to pick up his "old profession" first: "I was alone and helpless back then, and I followed a troupe around the country, and went to Huodu,
Later, you followed the Duke of Zhenguo and became his spy. Although your identity was kept very secret, those who should know knew it.
What is Chu Mu’s main job?
——Chu Huyou.
He could fool people without changing his expression or heartbeat, and he could even trick a lame man into jumping and skipping up to the eighth floor in one breath.
Nan Mo felt heartbroken when he heard this: "Alas - I didn't expect that Daxia already had control over so many Beimu Mixin. It was our negligence, and... you suffered."
"It doesn't matter, the days to come will be sweet." Chu Mu recited the advertising slogan with a smile, and the only thing missing was saying the five words "Dove Chocolate".
Nan Mo's beautiful eyes flickered: Beauty, are you hinting at something to me?
"Look, they rushed out." Chu Mu shook the man who was lost in thought, "Wow, who is Fang Wuxin?"
From the perspective of the two of them, they could just see that the group of foreign Han people were not interested in paying their respects to Fang Fang.
Nan Mo said in a heavy tone, "They are following the etiquette of the Northern Mu royal family. This Fang...isn't he from the Central Plains?"
Chu Mu: You ask me how I know?
Fang Wuxin's face was gloomy. He looked around and suddenly looked up at the roof where the two were hiding.
"Ha, I've been discovered."
Chu Mu was neither anxious nor flustered, and even raised his middle finger towards Fang Wuxin.
Nan Mo saw it and asked curiously: "What does this mean?"
"Well, if you feel like cursing isn't enough, or if they're too far away to talk, you can make this gesture... You can try it, it's quite satisfying."
Nan Mo learned and applied it immediately. He not only raised his middle finger with one hand, but also with both hands.
"Hmm!" The boy, still young at heart, brightened up. "It's really refreshing! Is this the culture of the Central Plains?"
"Yes," Chu Mu smiled, "I'll teach you how to dance next time."
Nan Mo was very happy: "You are such a good person!"
Is this the joy of nurturing?
Chu Mu looked at Nan Mo lovingly as he continued to raise his middle finger, wondering when he could teach him to skip the third subject.
Fang Wuxin frowned, and his already gloomy face looked even more ghostly.
He couldn't understand the gestures of the two people on the roof, but his intuition told him that it was definitely not something good.
Fang Wuxin tapped his toes and flew up into the wind.
"Walk!"
Chu Mu grabbed Nan Mo's collar and also performed light steps, like a weightless butterfly.
The breeze blew up his gauze skirt and gently patted Nan Mo's face.
He looked at Chu Mu through the hazy pink cloud.
It's like looking at flowers in the fog. Although you can't see through them, they are still beautiful to the heart.
Nan Mo reached out to scoop up the powder mist—
Tear...
Chu Mu felt a chill on his shoulder. He turned around and saw Nan Mo holding a piece of sleeve in his hand, and his entire right shoulder was exposed to his sight.
"You kid," Chu Mu kept moving his feet, "next time when you meet a girl you like, you have to be more reserved, otherwise people will say you are a hooligan."
Nan Mo muttered something in a low voice, but Chu Mu didn't hear clearly. Just as he was about to ask, he turned around and saw Fang Wuxin climbing over several walls and stepping on tiles to catch up with him.
The man was as light as a swallow, and made almost no sound where he walked.
"Huh, this Fang Wuxin's Qinggong is so terrifying?"
Chu Mu looked around again. In addition to Fang Wuxin who was chasing him relentlessly, there were also big alien men jumping like grasshoppers in the alley below.
They seemed to be chasing without any plan, but in fact they were well aware of the surrounding environment.
Judging from the way he rushed forward with his head down, it seemed that he wanted to chase and intercept him from all the intersections.
"No." Chu Mu frowned, "They are too familiar with the terrain here. We don't have the advantage."
"Go there." Nan Mo raised his chin in another direction.
Chu Mu looked over there——
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