Chapter 511 You Can only Be Mine

Wei Yuanwei was really tired today, perhaps because she hadn't held a scalpel for a long time, so she immediately fell asleep as soon as it touched the pillow.

Xiao Jinjin looked at Wei Yuanwei's sleeping face, her dark eyes particularly bright and dazzling in the dark night, and then carefully placed a gentle kiss on Wei Yuanwei's forehead.

"Madam, you can only be mine!"

In the village, Xuanli, who was standing at a high place, had been observing Feng Yin for a whole day, hesitating in his heart. He really wanted to kill Feng Yin, but if he wanted to rescue his master from Tiansha Pavilion, he could only exchange Feng Yin for it. , this is the only way.

If the master hadn't lost his mind, he wouldn't be so entangled and unable to kill his enemy.

In the end, Xuanli made up his mind. He was afraid that if he hesitated for a minute, his master would be in greater danger.

After resting for a day, Ning Zheyan's expression recovered somewhat, but after all, he was a person without internal strength, so his recovery from injuries was extremely slow.

"After blowing this whistle, you will hang the letter with the red ribbon on the tree and leave immediately. Then take a look every day. If you see a red ribbon, it means that Tiansha Pavilion has responded. !" Ning Zheyan asked Xuanli to take out a skeleton-like whistle from his arms.

The peculiar thing about this skeleton whistle is that the sound can only be heard from a distance, but it cannot be heard close by.

Xuanli held the skeleton whistle tightly in his hand and frowned: "But if you do this, will anything happen?"

Ning Zheyan broke into a pale smile: "If the pavilion wanted to kill me, I would have died long ago!"

Xuanli nodded when he heard this.

In the secret room, the orange candlelight flashed eerily on Baili Qingcheng's face wearing the Maitreya mask. He didn't want to get useful enlightenment from Wei Yuanwei, but he didn't expect that Wei Yuanwei was just a few simple words. The words woke him up.

This made the subsequent surgery much smoother for him. He did not have to worry about how to resemble the person in the portrait, but rather made the entire face look as natural as possible.

Then comes the similarity!

Qian Mo walked in with a letter of faith tied with a red ribbon: "Your Majesty!"

Baili Qingcheng turned her head and looked at the letter in Qian Mo's hand: "Whose is it?"

Then he unfolded the letter, his deep eyes suddenly moved, and a cold smile spread between his lips.

"My lord, this should not have come from our Tiansha Pavilion people!" Qian Mo replied. As for what was written in the letter, he was naturally even more unclear.

"Indeed, this was not passed back by our people from Tiansha Pavilion, but by Mu Jin's people from ancient times." Baili Qingcheng tightened her lips, and her unpredictable smile grew stronger.

Qian Mo's mechanical expression showed a slight hint of surprise: "Mu Jin's people actually have such ability. They actually know the internal communication method of our Tiansha Pavilion? And they even got the skeleton whistle?"

"Could it be Master Ning?" Qian Mo suddenly thought of it. Not everyone has this skeleton whistle. As long as he eliminated it a little, he would know who it was.

"He is no longer Master Ning!" Baili Qingcheng's cold voice caused the surrounding temperature to drop several degrees.

Qian Mo immediately lowered his head: "This subordinate deserves to die!"

"I didn't expect that Mu Jin's people found Feng Yin by mistake!" Baili Qingcheng continued.

It's getting more and more interesting.

"Then are they planning to use Feng Yin to threaten the pavilion master?" Qian Mo asked immediately after hearing it.

"Yes, they want to exchange Feng Yin for Mu Jin and Wei Yuanwei!" Baili Qingcheng didn't need to think about it, and knew that Ning Zheyan told them all this.

He was indeed right to keep him alive in the first place.

The development of this matter was increasingly beyond his expectations, but it was still within his control.

"Then what does the Lord mean?"

But Baili Qingcheng just held the letter paper that smelled of ink and pondered slightly, then turned around and said to Qian Mo: "How's it going with Wei Guanshu?"

"Wei Guanshu is practicing very rigorously under the guidance of the nanny. In addition, she has a foundation in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, so it is not difficult to imitate!"

"It's hard to paint a tiger's skin but not its bones. Don't talk about resemblance. What I want is that the same person is the same from the bottom up! Every look, every movement, even just a hair-raising gesture, must be profound!" Now everything is going as he expected. If the development in China is to be successful, then all that is left now is Wei Guanshu's move.

"This subordinate will ask Grandma Xi to supervise her!"

"Yeah" Baili Qingcheng said softly and walked out of the secret room.

It was pitch dark outside the house at this time, and the bright moon in the sky was already so bright.

When walking to the verandah, Baili Qingcheng couldn't help but think of Wei Yuanwei, whom she met that night. She had a very casual personality. Although she was only seventeen years old, her actions already revealed a kind of stability and maturity, a kind of ability to control. Confidence in all things in the world.

He has seen charming and enchanting women, women with hibiscus blooming from clear water, and women as shy as Xiaojiabiyu, but for a woman like Wei Yuanwei who is so strategizing, seems to be able to control everything, and lives a carefree and unrestrained life, he It’s the first time I’ve seen it.

Taking off the Maitreya Buddha mask on her face, Baili Qingcheng, dressed in black, came to Wei Yuanwei's small courtyard like a light cloud.

The small courtyard was extremely quiet at this time, and the moonlight spread on the bluestone road like a layer of white frost.

Quietly walked into the house and opened the door.

The first thing I saw was a mahogany bed with two figures lying on it.

When Baili Qingcheng walked in, neither of the two people on the bed showed any reaction.

Wei Yuanwei was sleeping on the innermost side, with a head of black silk as smooth as satin spread on the pillow, and her face at this time could not be seen clearly.

Mu Jin hugged Wei Yuanwei's body from behind, her whole head next to Wei Yuanwei's head, smacking her lips from time to time, and then rubbing her head against Wei Yuanwei's head.

This scene is so harmonious and beautiful. Even though the two of them are just sleeping quietly, it gives people a very warm feeling.

Baili Qingcheng moved closer to the bed. Mu Jin's internal strength and martial arts were still there. Logically speaking, it was impossible for him not to be able to detect him. Is it really because of mental reasons that even the most basic alertness and vigilance were lost? ?

Baili Qingcheng stopped by the bed for a while. Wei Yuanwei was obviously tired and her sleeping position had not changed. However, Mu Jin was sleeping a little uneasily. For a while, her face felt itchy and she scratched it with her hands. The sleeping position was uncomfortable, so I turned over, but after turning over, I felt empty in my arms, or maybe I was afraid that my wife would be taken away by someone else, so I immediately turned over and hugged Wei Yuanwei. (Updated today)