Chapter 493 (1/2)

Mo Han Oh!

Bai Chen looks at Mo Han's flattering face and says with a calm smile: ”I'll find your father sooner or later, but not now! Since you don't know who the Lord is, it doesn't matter. Where are the other four spirits? ”

”The other four are in the form of old people, children, ordinary men, sometimes people, sometimes demons, one in the hand of the Lord's emissary, two in the hand of his highness Chen Xun, and one in the hand of the national master's office, that is, Jiang Jianshi...”

”There's only one demon in your imperial palace?”

”Yes! It's true. I can guarantee my life! ” Mohan's vows.

”Oh.” For the vow made by the garbage who is afraid of death and greedy for life, Bai Chen completely treats it as a fart, and glances at his shivering face. A smile gradually appears in Bai Chen's eyes: ”the last question, where does Jiang Jianshi usually go?”

”Master?”

Mo Han raised his eyebrows and said, ”master, he hardly leaves home on weekdays. He occasionally comes to my other garden to instruct me in swordsmanship, but only once in a few months. My father often sends him to perform tasks. Many people who offend my father in the court are sent to kill by my master Oh, yes! Master told me a few days ago that he would go to Yingzhou. I don't know if it has something to do with the lengfu in Yingzhou. ”

I didn't expect that Jiang Jianshi was mo Han's master. No wonder Ma Wenxiu said that although Jiang Jianshi was indifferent to Mo Han, he was very kind to Mo Han. That's the truth.

However, being betrayed by one's own apprentice, I'm afraid this kind of taste will make the swordsman Jiang die, and he can't let go of his grief and indignation!

Thinking that he had suffered the same fate, Bai Chen couldn't help taking a deep breath of the cold air, and his face gradually became cold: ”God, his emissary, Chen Xun, Jiang Jianshi, Yingzhou Leng Jia, OK, you've given a lot of information. ”

Wen Yan, Mo Han raised his head in ecstasy and said with tears in her eyes: ”so, I can go?”

”Go ahead.”

With a flash of sword light, under Mo Han's dull eyes, the wind across his neck. Bai Chen suddenly turns around and smiles: ”because there is enough information, so as a reward, I'll give you a happy one. Don't thank me.”

The sharp blade returns to the scabbard, and Bai Chen carries the wind sword on his shoulder. He doesn't want to look back at Mo Han's death. Instead, he slowly raises his finger to the driver who faints in the corner of the wall and flicks it across the air.

”Ah

A strong impact made the man wake up abruptly. When he saw the red eyed boy in front of him and the figure in the blood behind him, his face became stiff and he didn't dare to breathe.

Looking directly at the way he was full of fear, Bai Chen light smile, black sleeve robe a Yang, continue to walk toward the distance.

At this time, the overcast clouds gradually dispersed, and the sky and the earth were a little brighter. The dark shadow at the end of the horizon was gradually moving away, but the cold voice came from afar.

”If the national master asks, you will give me my name, death!”

……

The God of death exists in the strange story of the night ghost asking for his life. However, the nickname is deeply rooted in the heart of the driver.

He didn't understand why the other party wanted to keep him alive, and would let him take the other party's name back to the National Palace. At this time, he just looked forward to not seeing the black robed boy again in the future. Thank God.