"I don't believe it..."

In the carriage.

Mo Tianyu grabbed his messy hair, pinched copper coins with his fingers, drank gourd wine, threw the copper coins, and sprayed a sip of wine.

The copper coins rolled in the mist and spread them flat in his palm.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the moonlight shining under the carriage window, pondering the hexagrams.

"It's still a great evil hexagram, Lu Changkong's son... he is obviously in a catastrophe."

Mo Tianyu put away the copper coins and grabbed his hair with some annoyance.

"No, I have to calculate the fortunes and the fate of this person in front of Young Master Lu!"

"Go to Lu Mansion."

Mo Tianyu shouted to the coachman.

...

Lu Mansion.

In the villa of Lu Fan.

Jing Yue was carrying a pineapple wooden sword box and sat cross-legged on the ground.

Looking at the night sky full of stars, there were a few melancholy.

He survived.

At this moment, when he recalled Lu Fan sitting in a wheelchair, he looked at him indifferently, and still felt scared.

Originally, he thought he could survive by surrender, but Lu Fan's words "Give me a reason to live" made Jing Yue feel cold.

He couldn't give a reason, that was death.

The power of the Sword Sect in Beiluo City was directly removed by Lu Fan with his strong strength.

Four of the Sword Sect’s Seven Heroes were all killed.

If he had not been quick to learn to be wise, he handed over the most important blood-moving technique and several sets of sword techniques in exchange for his life, he might have been...even if he surrendered, he would have been wiped out his neck.

Because... he knows too much.

The moon is cold, just like Jing Yue’s cold heart.

Jing Yue is no longer one of the seven heroes of the Sword Sect, he has a brand new identity...

Young Master Lu’s slave.

The kind that is without name or distinction.

That's right, in order to survive, Jing Yue not only sold blood-moving techniques and swordsmanship, but also packaged them together.

However, he didn't feel much humiliation.

Just like what he always thought.

Isn't it good to be alive...

He raised his head and sat cross-legged on the roof of Lu Fan's room with Ning Zhao in a white dress. The moonlight fell on her body, like a banished immortal with a superb beauty.

With his eyes closed, Ning Zhao felt something from luck, and his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes.

He glanced at Jing Yue indifferently.

Jing Yue's face froze and showed a stiff smile to Ning Zhao.

suddenly.

Ning Zhao raised his head, frowned, and looked out of the mansion.

Jing Yue's eyes also shrank in the yard.

Outside the Lu Mansion.

The luxurious carriage pulled by five horses slowly stopped, and the horses neighed.

Mo Tianyu, who was disheveled and carrying a gourd, walked out of the carriage.

Seeing that the gate of Lu Mansion was closed, Mo Tianyu narrowed his eyes.

He weighed the gourd in his hand.

Then, his feet drooped with straw sandals and stepped on the carriage frame.
Chapter completed!