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1166. Imperial Capital 39

The surroundings are very quiet. According to Zhan Beilie, the courtyards and residences here are all the property of Qi'an Hall. In the middle of these courtyards, the house that is not special is the place where Qinling usually lives. At this moment, the entire house is brightly lit.

The illuminated lanterns are hung high.

It can be seen at any time, no less than thousands...

I heard that this is a habit in the Qinling Mountains, and he doesn't like the night.

Qu Tan'er observed carefully for a while.

Just as he was about to move, he suddenly found a man in black sweeping behind him, covering his face and not even showing his hair. Qu Tan'er was about to be alert, but the man in black pulled the masked black scarf and whispered: "It's me."

Zhan Beilie? Qu Tan'er was puzzled, why did he come here?

Seeing Qu Tan'er's puzzled eyes, Zhan Beilie smiled bitterly, "Can you come to help? Is it okay to take risks alone than you. Besides, I have been in this house twice, so I should be more familiar with you."

"Aren't you afraid of implicating the Zhan family?"

"Cover your face, be careful."

"It's up to you." Qu Tan'er was not pretentious. She used her heavenly eyes. Ordinary houses would not be as big as the imperial palace. In this way, although her heavenly eyes were restricted in this capital, they also had some use. Check the entire houses and figure out the general situation, including what courtyards were living in, where no one was, where there were guards, and where there were strict guards.

Thanks to Qinling’s habits, thousands of lanterns allow her to see clearly.

However, this lantern also limited her space secret technique.

Qu Tan'er was pondering, and first of all, she had to judge where Mo Liancheng was most likely to be hidden.

City, where are you?!

"Hey, Second Young Master, do you know where the Qinling Mountains usually treat people?" Qu Tan'er asked frowned. She really couldn't think of it. If there were too many guards, it might not be there. After all, alchemists usually have a problem, they really like quietness.

"Western Courtyard. Shuiling Pavilion."

"Okay, go to the West Courtyard." Qu Tan'er did not doubt Zhan Beilie's words and flew forward directly. Zhan Beilie was stunned, and then the corner of his mouth slightly raised. At least this kind of trust was quite precious and not easy for him. Thinking about the previous suspicion, the relationship he had finally established in Muyang City was shattered.

Zhan Beilie covered his handsome face again and followed.

The two of them quietly made no noise.

The house in Qinling Mountains is not an imperial palace or a royal palace.

Of course, there are not too many martial artists in the mansion. It is also important to guard the place. For example, the place where people are treated is not important. When the two of them enter, they basically encounter no stopping. However, what disappointed Qu Tan'er, she searched in Shuiling Pavilion. Except for a few sleeping maids and mothers, there were no patients at all.

"What's going on? No one." Zhan Beilie was a little surprised.

Qu Tan'er didn't think he was lying.

After turning her eyes, she also found that it was indeed like a ward.

However, Qinling did not place the city here.

"Let's look for it separately, how about?" Zhan Beilie suggested.

"Okay." Qu Tan'er agreed. As a result, the two spent an hour searching the entire house twice, but they still didn't find Mo Liancheng, and even Qinling was not there.

Zhan Beilie was confused.
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