Chuyang.

Like a name...who.

like……

His head suddenly sank.

Mo Xiaofei quickly raised his head, and then looked around nervously. He was still in the quiet room, and the masked woman was also kneeling in front of him.

Mo Xiaofei wiped his lips quickly and said humbly: "I'm sorry... I went to bed too late last night, and before I knew it... I fell asleep for a long time?"

"A moment." The masked woman said calmly: "It's getting late. Go outside to find Song Haoran. He will take you back."

"Okay." Mo Xiaofei nodded subconsciously. He really wanted to escape from this weird silence... especially since the masked woman kept giving him an indescribable weird feeling.

He said that he looked like her old friend when he was young...Who could he look like?

Everyone says he looks a lot like his dad... Is it possible that this masked woman knows her dad? But his dad is just an injured and retired firefighter, nothing special?

Mo Xiaofei pushed away the people in the quiet room with questions in his mind. Suddenly, something moved in his heart, and he turned around. He saw the masked woman who had closed her eyes slowly opening her eyes again.

eyes.

"What's the matter?"

"Um..." Mo Xiaofei said hesitantly: "...I'll leave a phone number for the uncle outside the door. If you still want to remember your old friend, that's fine with me. I'm happy to help others... Well,

goodbye."

She watched Mo Xiaofei leave until he finally disappeared, then took off the gauze on her face and whispered: "It doesn't look like... but it does look like it."

…

Soon after, Song Haoran entered the quiet room directly.

He did not personally send Mo Xiaofei back to the courtyard where the Tanlang Clan lived. Mo Xiaofei refused, saying that he could just go back by himself.

"What is so special about this child that people can actually want to see him in person?" Song Haoran asked directly.

"You do something for me." The masked woman said calmly.

"Go ahead." Song Haoran shrugged, "You know I can't refuse you."

"Mo Xiaofei, please pay attention to this for me." The masked woman thought for a moment and said, "Don't let him know. I just want to know something about his life."

"Life?" Song Haoran looked quite surprised, then smiled and said: "I always feel like there is something special about him that attracts you."

The eldest young master of the Song family squatted directly in front of the masked woman and got close to her.

The masked woman remained motionless.

Song Haoran stretched out his hand across the veil of the masked woman, as if the veil was about to be lifted at the next moment... He glanced at her face through the veil as if it had not been touched, "This is the first time I see you.

Such a look."

"You're too close." The masked woman said calmly.

"I still want to get closer." Song Haoran chuckled and said, "The future."

The masked woman's eyes turned cold, and she quickly swung out her palms... Even though her strength was no longer needed, her fighting moves were still extremely ruthless.

Faced with this ruthless attack, Song Haoran raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and in a flash of lightning, he directly grabbed the masked woman's wrist.

A look of surprise appeared in the eyes of the masked woman.

The eldest son of the Song family immediately let go of the other party's wrist, blinked and said, "You can't be beaten all the time if you are beaten every day, don't you think so?"

"Song Haoran, how dare you!"

"I'm outside." Young Master Song said abruptly, while retreating, "Call me if you need anything...my princess."

It wasn't until the eldest son of the Song family left the quiet room that the masked princess of Qin slowly exhaled, gently rubbed her wrists, and whispered: "If there is a troubled world, you will become a demon star that brings trouble to the world...

"

…

…

When Mo Xiaofei returned to Zixing's residence, Long Xiruo had already persistently disguised herself and was waiting.

Long Xiruo didn't even ask where Mo Xiaofei had gone, looking very worried... The master and the apprentice left the Song Dynasty Hotel without saying anything.

The agents from the Bureau didn't dare to stop him when they came in, and they certainly didn't dare to stop him now. They just pretended that nothing had happened.

"By the way, Master, what is Chuyang?"

In the appointed car, Mo Xiaofei suddenly asked.

"Chu Yang?" The real dragon from China was startled and said: "What Chu Yang? Literally, it means the sun in the morning. Are you a high school monk?"

"...Like a name or something." Mo Xiaofei shook his head: "Master, forget it if you don't know. It's not an important thing."

Long Xiruo shook his head and said casually: "In ancient times, there was a saying that the period before the winter solstice and the beginning of spring is the first yang, which is the so-called first yang."

"That's right..." Mo Xiaofei nodded.
Chapter completed!