It's not that Mu Qi's hands are strong, it's that he is afraid that if he can't help but throw Mu Qi out, it will affect the image of the Holy Father that he finally built.

Shen You nodded, and there was a hint of sarcasm on the corner of his mouth. The lanterns hanging under the porch were swaying back and forth, and the light and shadow on his face kept flickering, making him seem uncertain.

The temperament he exudes at this time is very inconsistent with his own appearance. Xie Zhiwei made a very regretful expression, closed his eyes and said, "It's a pity that Pindao encountered this kind of thing for the first time out of the mountain."

When they opened it again, neither Ming Kong nor Shen You responded, only the rustling of the wind blowing the leaves. Xie Zhiwei wondered, big brothers, you have to hurry up, stand staring blankly all night, I'm so sorry for these extras who fell to the ground.

Ming Kong suddenly smiled, and said to Shen You, "Xie Zhenren's appearance just now is very similar to you."

Xie Zhiwei felt that this sentence was really inexplicable, and both sides were not flattering. Anyone with a bit of personality is taboo to be said to be like someone. Shen You is sure... Huh? He was not unhappy, but he still had that iceberg face, really convinced.

Ming Kong also seemed to feel that he had said the wrong thing, so he hurriedly added: "But the Sect Master has never been matched."

Xie Zhiwei had a black line. It's fine if you hold one and step on the other. What's going on with this idiot face?

Probably Shen You couldn't listen anymore, she flicked her sleeves, stopped what Ming Kong said, and gave him a cold look. Although it was only a fluttering look, Ming Kong immediately understood and bowed, "Sect Master, walk slowly, this subordinate knows what to do."

Shen You retracted her gaze, as if she was a little satisfied, and the corners of her mouth showed some curvature. Then, he turned around and walked towards the main hall.

He still walked very slowly in the lamp shadow, like a moth dragged by the mud, moving at a constant speed and tireless. Xie Zhiwei had an illusion that if no one stopped him, he would probably keep this attitude and speed and go on forever. What a weirdo.

Ming Kong was also paying attention to Shen You's fading figure, and when he found out that Xie Zhiwei did the same, he raised his eyebrows: "Xie Zhenren, how is the demeanor of my family's head?"

"It can be called peerless." Xie Zhiwei praised, thoughtfully, "I don't know if it's a misunderstanding of the poor, I thought that Elder Mingkong had a look like the head of Shen."

It was just a small detail that was pointed out, and Ming Kong was stunned for a moment, since his face was a little gloomy: "Really?"

Xie Zhiwei was taken aback by his reaction, but nodded sincerely: "It's probably because he has been serving with Sect Master Shen for a long time, and he has been accustomed to it."

There are tricks, there are definitely tricks, maybe this is the gap for copying.

Ming Kong suddenly pressed his chest, followed by a mouthful of blood sprayed on the cobblestone pavement.

"You..." Xie Zhiwei stood up instinctively, and Mu Kui was thrown to the ground by him, knocking the back of his head on the leg of the table, and blurted out with a small groan.

Xie Zhiwei didn't have time to gloat, and quickly cleared his throat to cover it up for him.

At this moment, Ming Kong raised his head, the light from the lantern hit his forehead, Xie Zhiwei realized that it was covered with large drops of sweat.

"Elder Mingkong, what's wrong?" Mingkong didn't answer, he just stared at the pool of blood on the ground in a daze.

What does it mean to vomit blood and smile bitterly? Xie Zhiwei took the opportunity to ask, "Does the elder have any difficulties?"

"Difficulty?" Ming Kong took his sleeve and slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his movements a little skillful, "Yeah...why did I do this?"

"Could it be that Sect. Shen he..." Ming Kong's eyes flickered when he heard the name, Xie Zhiwei thought it was funny, "Could it be that Sect. Shen is intimidating you?"

The moonlight was already bright to the extreme. At this time, the wind and clouds dissipated, the thin flower branches stopped and swayed, and the whole courtyard was as quiet as water. Ming Kong touched the bluegrass soaked in the moonlight beside his hand and remained silent, as if he suddenly changed from chatter to mute.

"What exactly did Sect Master Shen do to the elders?" Xie Zhiwei was righteous and Ling Ran, and kept on asking: "Now all the lives of the fellows are in the hands of the elders, and only the elders can save them. If you are sick, even if the head of Shen refuses to stop, I will try my best to help you."

Cool! How positive is this line, how tall is this image! If it is broadcast in the star drama, it will definitely attract countless fans!

...but it doesn't matter, not to mention that "The Return of the Immortal Emperor" can only be made into a web drama, even if it can be starred, the line of Shen You will definitely be subtitled "in a few months". It doesn't look good at all!

How can the villain always come out and walk out of the stage? No expression, no lines, this is too good to act, right?

"It's useless." Ming Kong slowly raised his head, his face seemed to change his expression, and it looked very bleak in the moonlight. "Zhenzhen just said that their lives are in my hands, but my life is not in the hands of the sect master. I hope to thank Zhenren for your pity, don't...cough..." He said, and began to cough hard again.

Xie Zhiwei was in shock, could it be that Shen You's bastard poisoned him? Just like Bai Jian did to the original owner Xie Zhiwei?

He suddenly felt a sense of sympathy for each other: "I didn't expect that the head of Shen would be so vicious, even his loyal subordinates would not let go."

Ming Kong shook his head, his eyes wandering: "Xie Zhenren won't understand my feelings for the head."

...Goosebumps all over the place, buddy, everyone is a man, you can't be so tired of talking.

Xie Zhiwei said sincerely: "I really don't understand it." It seemed a little bad. It is said that the villain dies of too many words, and the more critical it is, the more the villain will open the chatterbox and talk about life philosophy with the opponent from poetry and songs, and then be KO by the protagonist with a big move.

It seems that this copy is also an old routine.

Sure enough, Ming Kong was holding the table, gasping for breath, and began to tell his story. "At that time, the head was still a disciple of the Sword Sect. One time he went down the mountain and encountered a beggar. The beggar was dirty and smelly, and everyone was hiding. The head was a spotless person. Although he didn't talk much, he was kind-hearted. It was snowing that day, and there were not many pedestrians on the street, and no one was willing to stop to help the beggar. Only when the chief passed the ragged corner, he paused and gave the beggar ten taels of silver."

He was worthy of being a big family back then, and he gave so much as soon as he made a move. It's no wonder that Shen You, a prodigal thing, couldn't support the sect.

Full of routines, Xie Zhiwei was too lazy to think about it: "Then that beggar is you?"

Ming Kong nodded.

Xie Zhiwei naturally continued: "Afterwards, you went up to Xuanyun Mountain and followed Sect Master Shen?"

Ming Kong still nodded: "Not bad."

Xie Zhiwei sighed: "Unexpectedly, the head of Shen is now... sighing. If the head of Nie was still there, the situation would not have developed like this."

I hope the name of the victim can awaken your conscience, brother.

Ming Kong was stunned for a moment: "Nie Ting?" When he said these two words, whether intentionally or not, he just stepped forward, his entire face was covered by the shadow of flowers, Xie Zhiwei couldn't see his expression or guess what he said. What emotion does it contain.

As he walked, he said, "The right and wrong here, not outsiders can judge. I'm afraid that I will die soon, and if I can do this last thing for the head, I will die without regrets."

The gray robe he wore almost blended in with the night, and there was a snake-like cold aura around him.

Xie Zhiwei bit the bullet and asked, "Is it harming people?"

Light and shadow flowed on his face along with Ming Kong's pace. The bridge of his nose was slightly bent downwards, showing the shape of an eagle's beak, which was very clear at this time, and because the mouth was firmly sipped, the heroic spirit between his brows was covered up, and the rest was full of fierceness.