The young man smiled, and his beautiful eyes flashed a bit fiercely, but Duanmu Yawang didn't notice. Just after speaking, she turned to Shengyan and said: "Go, go back to the house." After that, she turned and left. .

Sheng Yan glanced at the young man calmly, and followed without a word.

The two had just walked two steps, and an old man and two middle-aged men came to face each other. Duan Mu Yawang only glanced at the three of them, and then looked away.

Intuition tells her that they are not good.

When Duanmu Yawang looked at them, the three of them also looked at Duanmu Yawang, frowning slightly.

Although this Duan Mu Yawang has black hair and black eyes, his eyes are so alive!

It will definitely not be a waste!

Realizing that they were looking at her, Duan Muya looked at her eyes, but she didn't care. After all, the thing she needed to do most now was to go back to her home to develop an antidote for the scorched corpse poison.

"The son?"

The three of them came to the young man and saw his eyes squinted at Duanmu Yawang's leaving back, and a cold light appeared in the bottom of his eyes, and they asked, "Is this **** messing with you?"

The young man stared at Elder Duan with an aggressive tone: "Is this young man not like a man?"

Uh!

Elder Duan was taken aback.

Since he claims to be my son, why does he still say he looks like?

Of course, the young man’s eyes were too cold and too cold, and Elder Duan dared not say this at this time. He rolled his eyes and was about to speak. The young man touched his neck and stared at the three of them: “I don’t have a Adam’s neck, why don’t you guys? remind?"

Elder Duan and the two hall masters turned their gazes to the young man's neck. At this look, they coughed and bowed their heads.

"A bunch of trash! You can't observe this thing!"

The young man was very angry, and with a wave of his sleeves, he turned and walked quickly.

Elder Duan and the other three were stunned for a while, and when he realized that he seemed to be about to follow the footsteps of Duanmu Yawang in front of him, he secretly guessed: Is it the trash who saw his son's... disguise at a glance?

Thinking like this, the three of them looked at each other, their eyes sharpened.

"Miss Duanmu." Duanmu Yawang and Sheng Yan went downstairs. The man who had spoken to Duanmu Yawang on the first floor saw Duanmu Yawang hurriedly walked over and said: "Miss Duanmu, just now Mufeng Shizi is back from office. Taking care of the matters in the pavilion, the little one kissed Guan Shi, who said that the two pavilion masters cannot come back today, and they will not be able to come back tomorrow. The little one remembers that you are looking for two pavilion masters, so he will tell you."

"good."

Duanmu Ya didn't expect the people from Lingyue Pavilion to be so thoughtful to him, and smiled: "Thank you."

"Don't dare, this is the small duty."

Duanmu Yawang nodded, and was about to turn around to leave. A very shallow and faint smell penetrated into his nasal cavity. She immediately frowned, "Who have you been in contact with just now?"

"Huh?" The person didn't know, so he answered honestly: "Just now? You and us are the only ones in charge."

Duanmu Ya looked at his answer, her eyes narrowed, and she said nothing.

If her nose is correct, what she smells from this person is the smell of magic incense.

The magic incense is condensed from a phantom grass unique to this world. This incense is very unique and only works on one person. The first person who smells the incense becomes a puppet for a short time. Human manipulation.

And after the manipulation, the person who was drugged would forget all the memories of the person who gave him Mixiang.

However, he remembered her and Mr. Bai.

In other words, neither she nor Mr. Bai were the ones who gave him the incense.

She shouldn't care about this matter, but Mu Feng and Mu Qingchen are good to her, and she feels at home when she enters Lingyue Pavilion. She can’t just sit and watch when someone gives a magical fragrance to people in Lingyue Pavilion. ignore.

However, she didn't understand, well, why would someone give such medicine to a small servant in Lingyue Pavilion?

What does the other party want to do?

But will it be detrimental to Lingyue Pavilion?

It's not that she thinks too much, but the magic incense is not easy to make, and the person who can make such a poisonous incense must be superb.

"Miss Duanmu?" Seeing Duanmu Yawang hesitated and didn't speak, the man couldn't help but feel a little strange.

Duan Mu Ya looked at him, and secretly thought that he had forgotten the person who put the magic fragrance, and continued to ask him, but he couldn't ask him anything. He sighed and left when he thought about it, and Chaha snorted softly at this time.

The sound is neither high nor low, but it sounds harsh.

Duanmuya frowned without a trace, followed the prestige, and suddenly saw the young man who met with her on the fourth floor, staring at her coldly at this moment.

Duanmu Yawang didn't know where she had offended her, raised her eyebrows, "This...Young Master, what are you doing while staring at me?"

Duanmu Yawang said the word son, because he didn't want to expose her in public, but in the eyes of the teenager, she heard the word'prince' in her ears with a sense of irony.

He fixedly stared at Duanmu Ya for a moment, his mouth curled up evilly, and suddenly sneered: "This young lady, my son knows a little about physiognomy, can I tell you about your recent fortune?"

This young man was very beautiful, but when he was staring at him, he didn't feel good. On the contrary, he felt as if he was being stared at by a cold poisonous snake. Duanmu Yawang suddenly got goose bumps for some reason.

"No, I don't believe this."

"Don't believe it?" The young man raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "If this young man says that the Yintang is going black and a big crime is coming, he will undoubtedly die within three days. Don't you guard against it?"

Duanmu Yawang didn't have time to speak. When Sheng Yan next to him heard this, his eyes were cold, and he coldly blocked his body in front of Duanmu Yawang, and cut off the sight of the teenager staring at Duanmu Yawang, "Huh, you can talk nonsense here!"

"Are you talking nonsense? Time will tell. You don't have to worry about this brother." The boy smiled: "Would you like to gamble with me? If she dies within three days, you, a courageous brother, will be yours forever. How is the son's dog?"

Sheng Yan's eyes were cold, "Don't bet!"

Duanmu Yawang, the party concerned, was very calm, looking at the young man with a disliked expression on his face.

"You really don't know each other." When the young man said, he took out a fan from his waist and spread it out with a snap, slapped and fanned against Sheng Yan: "But, believe it or not. , I also give you a piece of advice here. If you buy a coffin for your lady within today, your lady will be able to get a whole body back, otherwise..."

Duanmu Ya looked interested, smiled, without anger at all, smiled with crooked eyebrows and looked good instantly: "Otherwise, how about it? I would like to hear more."

The teenager looked at Duanmu Yawang's indifferent smile, snapped back the fan in his hand, stared into her eyes, and said word by word: "Death, nothing, burial, body, land, and land!"

After that, he twitched his lips, turned and left with a sneer.