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Chapter 226 I Don’t Know How to Name the Fast Transmigration 3
At least, I am still cared about.

"What did the little servant say afterward?" she asked.

At that time, she was in a daze, didn't hear anything clearly, and only remembered the little four that Xiaoyan had mentioned before.

Mo Xiu put down his teacup and sipped the tea carefully.

Finally, he raised a smile and said, "I feel that he still has something to hide."

No one knew why, and their faces were full of doubts.

Mo Xiu tapped a drop of water from the teacup and drew a picture on the table.

He muttered to himself: "Back then, I was a mere servant. Although I lived in the suburbs, the interior decorations were all of the highest quality."

"Let's not talk about his mansion and decoration, just talk about his clothes, they are all made of high-quality fabrics."

"Wu Huaici, you come from a noble family, you may not know it, but among ordinary people, you can already be regarded as a wealthy family."

"What's more, Jinwei came to report, saying that he had prospered by doing business ten years ago, and besides, he had three wives and four concubines."

Mo Xiu looked at Song Mingyue with burning eyes and curled his mouth.

"Excuse me, where does a person who inherits his father's career and loses Yexiang get the money to start a business?"

Song Mingyue's face was cold when she heard the words, if Mo Xiu hadn't mentioned it, she wouldn't have noticed it.

The original owner had grown up in the East Palace since she was eight years old, and Prince Su used all the best things for her.

As a result, Song Mingyue also ignored the state of the people.

Mo Xiu clasped the table with his knuckles and said, "Tonight, I have to go again."

"Tonight? Why, isn't it going to be good tomorrow, I still have to sleep for a beauty sleep?" Wu Huaici complained endlessly.

Sleeping beauty is always booing, but in fact he doesn't want to be dominated by Mo Xiu.

"Okay!" Song Mingyue answered straight away.

Wu Huaici was speechless, he thought that his subordinates would follow his wishes, but Song Mingyue agreed without thinking about it.

"No, if you can't tell me why, I won't go!" Wu Huaici said in a petulant manner.

Moxiu pulled out the small knife called Siyue, which scared Wu Huaici into a fright: "This is the Criminal Division, and the Lord is on the official business of the Criminal Division, don't mess around!"

Mo Xiu only smiled calmly, played with Siyue and said, "That little servant has delicate skin and tender flesh, and he is greedy for life and afraid of death. Being able to live to this day shows that the killer ten years ago has not been discovered by him."

"His words are mixed with truth and falsehood. I'm afraid he really knows something. I'm not afraid that he will die in vain, but I'm afraid that he will escape."

"Say, should you go tonight?" Mo Xiu said with a smile, but in Wu Huaici's eyes, he was so horrified.

"go with!"

"Why don't you go!" Wu Huaici resentfully wiped the sweat from his forehead.

into the night.

The three of them drove the carriage and soon arrived at Xiaoyong's mansion on the outskirts of the city.

Sure enough, Xiaoyue's family was moving their belongings sneakily, and there was a carriage parked in front of the house.

"Well, you are alive and well, but whether you can survive tonight is another matter." Mo Xiu stepped behind Xiaoyan and put Siyue on his neck.

The boy swallowed his saliva nervously, and finally choked out and said: "Sir, what happened ten years ago really has nothing to do with me!"

Song Mingyue stood in front of Xiaoyue, with a nervous expression and frowning.

"Tell me, ten years ago, what else did you know?" She asked seriously.

"My villain really doesn't know! The villain has already told everything he knows during the day!" The little slave replied tremblingly, afraid that Mo Xiu would wipe his neck if he was unhappy.

Mo Xiu was sure that he wasn't telling the truth, so he smiled and said to Xiaoyan's family, wife and children, "I'm sorry, he didn't tell the truth, so don't blame me."

After Mo Xiu finished speaking, he wiped the knife towards Xiaoyan's neck with all his strength.

The little slave felt pain in his neck, and hurriedly shouted: "I say, I can say anything!"

"Those killers are members of the Seven Kills Pavilion of the Jianghu Killer Organization, specializing in assassinations!"

Hearing this, Mo Xiu put down Siyue, stood in front of him, looked at him with a pair of scrutinizing and sharp eyes, and asked, "How do you know?"

Xiaoyue pointed tremblingly at the mouth of his thumb, and said: "At that time, I could see clearly in the Gong barrel, that group of black-clothed killers all had a cinnabar mole on their hands."

"After they left Tumen, I took some money from the General's Mansion and fled, and I also found out that the person with the cinnabar mole on the tiger's mouth is a member of the Killer Organization Qisha Pavilion."

"The villain swears, the villain really only took a little bit, really! And every time the villain celebrates the general's mansion, he will burn some paper money to them. What the villain said is true!" The servant vowed.

Wu Huaici said in a strange voice: "Your guarantee is for nothing."

Song Mingyue's mind kept echoing the word "cinnabar mole".

There was indeed a cinnabar mole on the tiger's mouth of the murderer back then, and she thought that only that person had it.

Now, judging from Xiaoyue's words, the Qisha Pavilion is the killer who slaughtered the family back then.

The Qisha Pavilion is a blade, and the real murderer is the person behind it.

And if you want to find the real culprit, you have to go to the Seven Killing Pavilion to know the truth.

Now that ten years have passed, can she still find the truth behind the massacre?

After everyone left the outskirts of the city and returned to the Punishment Division, Song Mingyue could not sleep at night because of the strong emotions of the original owner.

Wrapped in thin clothes, she watched the moonlight outside.

"It's almost Mid-Autumn Festival?" Song Mingyue murmured.

Once upon a time, the original owner's parents, elder brother, and younger sister were still there.

The family admired the moon under the moon, and the younger sister chased her, playing and laughing. It was such a warm and happy time.

But now.
Song Mingyue shrank her neck, and at this moment, a warm dress covered her back.

She looked up and saw that it was Mo Xiu.

"Tomorrow, Ye Ying and I will go to the Seven Killing Pavilion." Mo Xiu said.

"I'm going too!" Song Mingyue looked hopeful.

Mo Xiu shook his head and rejected her.

"You and Wu Huaici don't go, they are a group of desperadoes, they are not easy to provoke, just leave it to me at ease."

Mo Xiu's face looked extremely gentle under the moonlight, and for a moment, she saw Mo Xiu as Prince Su.

Seeing that she was looking at him without looking sideways, Mo Xiu lowered his head and moved closer to her face.

"Why, you find that I am more handsome when I grow up?" Mo Xiu said with a smile.

Song Mingyue's face was flushed, she hurriedly dodged, and blurted out: "It's more shameless..."

"I want to know why my blade is called Siyue?" Mo Xiu looked at her playfully and whispered softly, afraid that others would hear.

Song Mingyue subconsciously thought of her own name.

Song Mingyue's earlobes were flushed, and her speech was slurred: "No... I don't want to know! I'm going to sleep!"

Mo Xiu grabbed her, smiled warmly, took out Siyue and put it in her hand.

Song Mingyue was puzzled.

This Mo Xiu has never been such a generous gifter, what is the purpose of this move?
I saw that ink corrected the color, and finally got the correct shape.

"Hold it well, protect yourself." Mo Xiu had a serious and solemn face.

For a moment, Song Mingyue felt as if she had seen Prince Su again.

She hummed softly and went into the room.

She tossed and turned on the bed, holding Siyue and looking at it carefully.

Small and exquisite, the blade is sharp and shiny, and there is a word "moon" on it.

No matter how you look at it, it makes people feel that it is a woman's thing.

She was in a state of confusion, and had an immature speculation in her heart, but she quickly overturned that idea.

"How could it be? He has disliked the original owner as Baozi since he was a child. In other words, why am I nervous and insomnia?!"

"I always see Lu Su's shadow in him, I'm afraid I miss Lu Su?"

After all, Lu Su is so pretty!

Song Mingyue talked to herself, but finally decided not to, and fell asleep with her head covered.

At the same time, when Mo Xiu saw that the lights in the house had gone out, he turned around and left.

When he left, he whispered to the corridor: "Is it you?"

"Spying her like this, why, what is your master afraid of?"

"Afraid that she will find out the truth?"

"Or are you afraid that I will abduct her?"

"Ah."

Mo Xiu gave a light snort of disdain, and finally flung his sleeves and left.

And the person in the dark also left quietly.

Song Mingyue's eyes widened at this time, and she was surprised at the corner of the door.

Mo Xiu disturbed her mood, how could she sleep peacefully?
Good guy, this corner can still hear secrets.

Even though Mo Xiu outside the door spoke in a low voice, the original owner had been practicing martial arts since he was a child, so it was not a problem to deliberately listen to the voice outside the door.

According to what Mo Xiu said, Mo Xiu knew something about the incident ten years ago, and besides, there was a mysterious person who was watching her.

Hearing Mo Xiu's tone, he was so disdainful.

Song Mingyue felt that she was bewitched by Mo Xiu and almost fell for it.

She didn't expect that she would be led by the nose by Mo Xiu. She glanced at Siyue and threw it on the ground in disgust.

Song Mingyue originally wanted to abandon Siyue freely, but she hesitated for a moment, and then picked up Siyue and hid it.

The knife is a good knife, and it is estimated that it can sell for a lot of money.

The next day.

Song Mingyue woke up early, but for some reason, it was still pitch black outside the window.

This sleep was too long, she opened the door with a face full of doubts, but the sun was shining outside the door, it was clearly a blue sky.

She looked at the door and window of her room again, good guy, I don't know what kind of wicked thing has pasted up her window with black paper.

Just when Song Mingyue had nowhere to spread an unknown fire, Wu Huaici passed by foolishly holding a bunch of grapes.

"Yo?"

"Wake up!"

"Come and taste it, this is dedicated to the Lord by Mo Hunzi, it's very sweet!"

Wu Huaici lifted the grape with one hand, and Song Mingyue ate one suspiciously.

"It's a waste of his heart, but..."

"You have always been at odds with him, why would he show his courtesy to nothing?" Song Mingyue asked curiously.

"This... this..."

Wu Huaici had ghosts in his heart, and his eyes wandered. Song Mingyue knew that he had something to hide from her.

She stared at her beautiful eyes, her eyes were burning, Wu Huaici was reluctant to say it at first, but then she couldn't stand her intense scrutiny, so she told the truth.

"Okay, okay, don't stare, don't stare, my master said it won't work..."

"Last night, Mo Hunzi found Master and said that he would meet with Nighthawk in the Seven Killing Pavilion and inquire about the annihilation of the General's residence ten years ago."

"Then he said, Master is too handsome, and he was afraid that Qisha Pavilion would cut him off because of his handsomeness, and he also said that you are too handsome to hold back your aura."

"He asked Master to hold you back and not let you go with them today."

Wu Huaici was talking about the frontier grapes, as if it was true.

Song Mingyue was skeptical, but no matter how she saw it, Wu Huaici didn't seem to be telling the truth.

"Did you lie?" Song Mingyue asked.

Wu Huaici had a naughty and rascal face, indicating whether she would believe it or not.

Immediately afterwards, Song Mingyue said again: "According to Mo Xiu's temperament, he will definitely say that I look like a ball of buns, and if I go there, I will only hinder them."

Wu Huaici was surprised when he heard this, and said, "How do you know?!"

"However, what he said was..."

last night.

Mo Xiu directly broke into the door, and Wu Huaici, who was just about to go to bed, was so frightened that his whole body trembled.

Wu Huaici covered his chest with his hands, and with an angry expression on his face, he shouted: "What are you doing! Don't act recklessly! You are mentioning criminal affairs!"

Mo Xiu didn't talk too much, and directly put down a box of purple-clear grapes.

"Tomorrow, Yeying and I will go to Qisha Pavilion, and you will be responsible for holding Song Mingyue back."

"Just like Song Mingyue, who looks like a short rib, it will be a burden even if she goes away."

When Wu Huaici heard the words, she tilted her head arrogantly, and said, "I won't!"

Mo Xiu showed a deep smile, and pointed to the purple grapes on the table with his eyes.

"If you delay, please eat grapes, if you don't delay, please eat knife." After Mo Xiu finished speaking, he left with a flick of his sleeves.

Wu Huaici touched his neck and shivered suddenly.

Mo Xiu's temperament has always been one-sided, and he naturally knows it.

So, the next day, when the sky was slightly bright, Wu Huaici sneaked out of Song Mingyue's room door, and tiptoedly pasted the black paper.

When Song Mingyue heard what happened, she felt an unknown fire in her heart.

Her temperament was originally very calm, but recently she always felt impetuous, and she didn't know whether it was because of the annihilation of the family or because of Mo Xiu.

She took a deep breath, and finally smiled sarcastically at Wu Huaici.

Wu Huaici was so surprised when he saw it that the grapes in his hand trembled inadvertently.

After Song Mingyue left, Wu Huaici took a deep breath and said, "Definitely!"

In fact, last night when Mo Xiu shook his sleeves and left, he paused in front of the door, and said...

"You just need to hold on, her milk bun character will definitely not make things difficult for you."

When Wu Huaici thought of this sentence now, he was terrified when he thought about it carefully.

"This Moxiu and Song Ci, the two know each other so well, are they old acquaintances?"

"That...that, that Song Ci and Nighthawk..."

Wu Huaici shivered from the cold, and finally just let out a gasp in disgust.

At the same time, Mo Xiu and Ye Ying were on their way to the address of the Seven Killing Pavilion reported by the informant.

People who want to see Qisha Pavilion are either rich or expensive. After all, not everyone can afford the head money for Qisha Pavilion.

Even if it is to buy news, it is a lot of money.

The Qisha Pavilion suddenly appeared in Jianghu, and it has not been wiped out until now, only because of their cunning and cunning.

If you want to buy a murderer, you have to go to the designated place, have their people cover their eyes with black cloth, and then have them take them to see the master of the Seven Kills Pavilion.

The designated location can only be reached on foot, not by car.

During the journey, Mo Xiu was so bored that he simply talked to Nighthawk.

"What's your relationship with Song Ci?" Mo Xiu asked.

Yeying was expressionless, and only whispered five words: "We are also subordinates."

Mo Xiu snorted, and asked again: "Then do you know her identity?"

Nighthawk uttered four words again coldly: "What is your identity?"

Mo Xiu: "Oh, I don't know..."

Nighthawk paused and looked at him inexplicably.

"You talk a lot." After Ye Ying finished speaking, he walked forward.

Mo Xiu smiled helplessly, unexpectedly, there were times when he was despised by others for talking too much.

But as long as it is about her, he seems to have no bottom line...

For example, stalking the prince so that he could watch Song Mingyue from a distance.

Another example is to quietly send people to the Prince's Mansion and send people to secretly guard Song Mingyue.

But if he is not that identity, maybe...

Mo Xiu interrupted his unreasonable thoughts, and walked forward seriously.

(End of this chapter)