Quick Travel: Please hold on to the villain Black Moonlight script

"Who do you want to take away?" Huo Wenxian's eyes were cold, and his voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Frightened, Ling Qi's hands relaxed and he quickly let go of the little fox in his arms. If Zhao Xuan hadn't been a normal person with thoughts and brains, an ordinary fox would have fallen to the ground at this time.

Zhao Xuan's movements were still as agile and quick. He jumped from Ling Qi's side to Huo Wenxian's arms with a single leap.

Ling Qi's face was pale, obviously frightened by Huo Wenxian's sudden appearance.

Why did Mr. Huo suddenly appear here?What did he hear?

He wouldn't just draw his sword and chop himself, would he?

All kinds of strange thoughts filled Ling Qi's mind, especially when he saw the knife worn by Huo Wenxian at his waist.

Although he had never actually seen Huo Wenxian kill someone, in his impression, Huo Wenxian had a volatile temperament and his weird image was deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Huo Wenxian caught the little fox easily and tapped the fox fur that had just grown on Zhao Xuan's head with his finger, "You, you stayed at home and refused to come with me. I thought you were feeling unwell, but it turned out that Did you come here to cause trouble?"

His tone was gentle, and there seemed to be a hint of helpless indulgence, and there was no trace of his blaming the little fox for running around like this.

"Here, sir, I didn't mean to curse you when I said that. I just... just felt that Xiaohong... Xiaohong would have no one to take care of her in the future."

Ling Qi explained forcefully that he really didn't expect to be hit by the real owner in this matter.

Zhao Xuan also sighed in his heart, originally thinking that as long as he took out all the required medicinal materials and placed them, Ling Qi would be able to understand him even if he didn't write the prescription and couldn't speak.

However, it turns out that some people may really be born with weak tendencies. Ling Qi lamented so much that he misunderstood that he was causing trouble by looking for medicinal materials.

In fact, he put all his medicinal materials back. This is really causing trouble, okay?

Huo Wenxian glanced at Ling Qi's hands that had just touched the little fox with cold eyes, "Is there anyone to take care of it? This matter shouldn't be something that Doctor Ling should worry about, right?"

Ling Qi, "..." He just sighed, couldn't he like Xiaohong, a spiritual fox?

Of course, he was not stupid enough to just say what was on his mind.

"Doctor Ling, Xiaohong is the name I gave the little fox. Only I can call it, not you."

"Also, I don't like other people touching my things, whether it's clothes or my little fox."

Huo Wenxian left his last words with deep eyes and left with the little fox in his arms, "I hope you can keep all my words in mind, otherwise, I may have to chop your head off next time!"

Ling Qi was stunned. He subconsciously touched his head, "!"

Except for monks, who among normal people would like to be bald?

Zhao Xuan buried his head in Huo Wenxian's arm, overjoyed. Huo Wenxian was quite good at playing!This move will definitely impress Ling Qi.

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Huo Wenxian took the little fox back, and he didn't pursue the matter any further. He didn't bother to investigate why the other party suddenly ran to Ling Qi and was unwilling to go out with him.

Compared with these, he just wanted to hold the little fox, quietly touch its fur, and calm down his inexplicably anxious heart.

Regarding the issue of life and death, he thought he had already seen through it, but Ling Qi's words reminded him of something.

Even if he knew that he would not live long, as long as he died, the little fox would always find another owner, or he would leave the capital and live in the mountains.

But he still couldn't let go of this smart and spiritual fox...

Huo Wenxian changed out of the red brocade guard uniform and put on regular clothes, and carried the little fox to a tavern in the capital. He did not ride a horse, but asked other guards in the mansion to follow him in a carriage.

It was an ordinary carriage without the Huo family logo, and even the bodyguards were nameless bodyguards he chose. Although their martial arts were good, he had been deliberately useless.

Instead, let the other party act as a hidden guard, hiding in the dark to protect himself. Let him come out this time to avoid being noticed.

Huo Wu has been following him around, and there are so many people who know him. Even if he is sitting in a carriage, people outside will know who is in the carriage as long as they see that the person driving the carriage is Huo Wu.

This private tavern is a remote tavern two streets away from the busy alley. Just looking at its location, you can tell that business is not very good on weekdays.

As the saying goes, good wine smells good but the alley is deep. This is the tavern. If you open a tavern here, even if the wine smells good and the taste is good, few people will come.

Huo Wenxian got out of the car, and under his wide-sleeved long-sleeved robe, he could vaguely see his long, slender green hands holding a red fox. He calmly hugged the fox and got out of the car and entered the tavern.

However, after entering the door of the tavern, the other party did not let the guards behind Huo Wenxian follow him to the second floor room.

The guard frowned and subconsciously drew his sword, but Huo Wenxian raised his hand first.

I saw that the owner of the tavern was a middle-aged man with a beard in his forties. He had a calm and indifferent attitude towards Huo Wenxian, a man who looked like he came from a noble family.

"If you want to see the master, you must go up alone. This guard with a knife cannot follow." The boss looked directly into Huo Wenxian's eyes, without fear and said calmly.

The guard felt that the other party's request was a bit dangerous, "Sir."

"Wait for me here." Huo Wenxian was not afraid of this unknown situation. After saying these words, he carried the little fox upstairs.

Hearing this, the guard did not dare to disobey, and could only patrol the boss and the store with cold eyes.

Even though Zhao Xuan couldn't speak, he had been carried in and out by Huo Wenxian during this period, and he often heard the other party say some confidential things.

He also roughly guessed who Huo Wenxian came to this place to see.

Going up to the second floor, there were eight guards guarding the building. Huo Wenxian only glanced at them and saw that these eight people were all good martial arts masters.

"Please." The guard closest to the door opened the door and stretched out his hand in a gesture of invitation.

Huo Wenxian seemed unaware of the preparation above and walked in calmly. As soon as he entered, the people outside closed the door.

"Master Huo, I've heard about you for a long time." A young man sat facing the door, holding a cup of tea in his hand and sipping it leisurely.

Standing next to the young man was a middle-aged man, holding a long sword in his hand, with an awe-inspiring aura. He could still smile calmly when facing Huo Wenxian, "Master Huo, long time no see."

Huo Wenxian looked at the young man's face, which was very similar to the former prince's, and knew that he was definitely the son of the former prince.

"You're welcome." Huo Wenxian said calmly.

Zhao Xuan lay on Huo Wenxian's hand without interest. He was not interested in these twists and turns. Intrigue and intrigue were not suitable for him. He just loved fighting.