South Xinjiang

This wretched face was written by himself.Although Su Yunshu himself is good-looking, his taste is not very good. The masks he drew are all obscene, as if he has thoroughly studied flower pickers and rascals, and combined them into such unattractive faces. .

Shen Mo saw that he was enduring so hard and was still in the mood to make fun of himself, so he couldn't help thinking that this person was really big-hearted.Shaking his head helplessly, he said to Su Yunshu, "I'll change your medicine for you."

Su Yunshu was very cooperative, and the process of changing the dressing was over soon. I don't know what Shen Mo added to the medicine. Su Yunshu only felt that the wound was cool and cool, and the itching and pain before were gone.

As if going through a catastrophe, Su Yunshu said weakly, "Thank you, Brother Shen."

Shen Mo changed hands and put the kettle and some dry biscuits he bought on Su Yunshu's bedside, and left without saying a word.

Su Yunshu looked at the dry food Shen Mo bought, and smiled helplessly.

In a blink of an eye, Shen Mo arrived at Nayoulin, where Su Yunshu was rescued earlier, and a black shadow saluted respectfully beside him, and in Nanjiang's words: "My subordinates have found out that the Central Plains man named Su Yunshu is from Chengyuan Pavilion." Young Master."

Chengyuan Pavilion is an intelligence gathering station in the Jianghu of the Central Plains. Many people will buy information in Chengyuan Pavilion, and the intelligence network of Chengyuan Pavilion covers the Central Plains. Everything will be involved, and the information is accurate, but by the same token, the price is also extremely high.

The black shadow said again: "Mr. Bai Que is a knight in martial arts who likes to be brave and help out. I haven't found any relationship between Mr. Bai Que and Su Yunshu."

Shen Mo nodded, thinking that Su Yunshu's disguise is very good, and he might have a lot of identities.He asked, "How come there are people from southern Xinjiang in Xing Tian Jian?"

Sombra said hesitantly, "Yes...the rebels."

Shen Mo's brows were tightly frowned, killing intent flashed in his eyes, he waved his hand, and the black shadow disappeared after taking a few steps back.

Three days later, Su Yunshu was able to move normally, but he couldn't make too many movements, otherwise he would still hurt his back and make him shiver with pain.

Su Yunshu sat on the wooden chair in the small shabby house, and said to Shen Mo who was leaning against the window: "Brother Shen, do you have anything to do when you enter the Central Plains?"

Shen Mo's eyes kept looking out of the window, and he said lightly, "Look for the child."

Su Yunshu frowned and thought for a while, then asked: "I heard that before the kingdom of Southern Border was broken, the King of Southern Border sent his little prince to the Central Plains for protection. Is this the child you are looking for?"

Shen Mo turned his head to look at Su Yunshu, saw that he turned his head to look at him seriously, and nodded slightly.

Su Yunshu stood up, walked in front of Shen Mo, looked up at him halfway and said in a low voice, "Who are you?"

Shen Mo squinted his eyes slightly, moved his head back a little as if deliberately avoiding it, and asked, "Then who are you?"

Su Yunshu raised his eyebrows and smiled, turned around and sat down on the wooden chair, and said, "I told you that my name is Su Yunshu, I thought you would know."

Shen Mo just looked at him with a cold face and didn't answer.

Su Yunshu's expression gradually became fierce, "But you don't believe me."

Shen Mo looked at him gloomyly with a wooden face, and said, "Why do you believe me?"

Su Yunshu sighed, and said with a helpless expression: "Don't you people in southern Xinjiang know that saving your life is a great kindness? I thought we were already friends from life to death, so let me tell you that I usually use white to travel around the rivers and lakes. The title of Mr. Que, his real name is Su Yunshu, the young master of Chengyuan Pavilion. Is the explanation clear enough? What about you? Judging by your martial arts and medical skills, you should not be an ordinary person from southern Xinjiang."

Shen Mo was silent for a long while, and after making arrangements in his mind for a long time, he decided to tell the truth, "I am the Southern Border Witch Emperor."

Su Yunshu only thought that his status was very high, but he didn't expect it to be so high. He opened his eyes wide in surprise, and sighed: "You...you are...the high priest!"

Shen Mo didn't seem to be used to this address from the Central Plains people, so he nodded reluctantly.

Su Yunshu burst out laughing, showing his little canine teeth, looking cute and cunning, "My God! If my father knows that I know the High Priest of Nanjiang, he will be so happy!"

Shen Mo gritted his teeth and kept a straight face, not knowing how to react.

For people in southern Xinjiang, the most respected person is not the king of southern Xinjiang, but the Wuhuang who is in charge of priests, because they are the messengers of heaven, in charge of life, death and fortune. Ask the Witch Emperor what he means first.

Su Yunshu's eyes seemed to be full of light, and he asked curiously: "Are you really the Witch Emperor? Then you can really communicate with the heavens?"

Shen Mo didn't know why the Central Plains man in front of him had these strange questions, but because he still wanted to use the intelligence network behind him, he had no choice but to answer patiently: "No, I just know how to read astrology and do some divination."

Su Yunshu probably understands why Shen Mo always has a gloomy face, because he represents the highest majesty in southern Xinjiang all the year round, so he doesn't smile very much, and he is not very good at communicating with others, but through these few days of contact, Su Yunshu thinks that Shen Mo has righteousness in his heart and good temper, he is a hero worth making friends with.

Su Yunshu asked with a smile: "Is your Witch Emperor predestined? Or do you need to be selected?"

This question seemed to touch a certain string in Shen Mo's mind, and his originally unfriendly face became even more gloomy, and he said coldly: "There is a ceremony."

Su Yunshu probably guessed something, immediately changed the subject, and asked, "What happened when you said you were looking for a child? The prince of Southern Xinjiang is lost?"

Shen Mo said: "The person who was sent to protect the prince before has lost contact."

Su Yunshu thought for a while and said, "Don't worry, I'll bring the news to Chengyuan Pavilion and ask them to search for children from Nanjiang."

Shen Mo nodded, followed his kindness and said, "Thank you."

Su Yunshu looked at Shen Mo with a smile, and said: "Brother Shen, why don't you go back to Chengyuan Pavilion with me and meet the old pavilion master, he will definitely give you satisfactory news, how about it?"

Shen Mo has always been used to being alone, and he was a little reluctant. He wanted to refuse, but Su Yunshu interrupted him before he could open his mouth, "Brother Shen, look, I'm covered in injuries, and it's even difficult for me to walk. How can I escape?" How about going through various pursuits to bring the news back? You have to escort me back to ensure that the information you get is true!"

Shen Mo could only nod helplessly.

Su Yunshu dressed herself up as the person she was when she was hunted down in Nayou Forest, and said to Shen Mo while drawing, "This is the face I use most often, and it also looks like Mr. Bai Que."

After finishing the painting, he raised his eyebrows proudly at Shen Mo. Shen Mo couldn't help shaking his head when he saw his ugly face painted under the influence of vulgar aesthetics.Su Yunshu patted Shen Mo's shoulder and said with a smile, "Sit down, and I'll change your face too."

No one has ever dared to speak to Shen Mo so carelessly. Although it felt novel, he still clenched his fists and frowned. Su Yunshu got excited, and knowing that he had a good temper, he forced him to the chair and gave him Putting on a face mask, he began to paint and draw. Su Yunshu's ten fingers were slender, and there was a slight coolness when touching the face, which was very comfortable. Shen Mo only sat for a while, and Su Yunshu finished the makeup skillfully.

Although Shen Mo couldn't see his own face, seeing Su Yunshu's suppressed smile, he knew that it wasn't normal. Su Yunshu looked around him several times with a smile on his face, and finally nodded with satisfaction.