"Then let's wait and see!" She smiled and stood up and said, "I'll go back first. If there is nothing to do, don't find a change." As she said that, she went back.

"This kid is so angry. He doesn't know where our Prince Ye's mansion is." Heifeng snorted coldly and said, "Master, let this kid be left to me in three days! With his temper, if he is left by his side, he will definitely cause trouble for the master."

Mo Ye played with the teacup and ordered: "Still instruct the people in the mansion to be vigilant and don't let him run away." Could the guards on the three levels inside and outside the palace really couldn't keep an eye on a young boy?

"Yes!" Hei Feng took the order, responded, and then went down to explain.

Mo Ye thought that Tang Ning would move soon, but he didn't expect that for the rest of the day, he would wander around the mansion when he was full, talking and chatting with the people in the mansion, as if he had forgotten the three-day period.

This is the case on the first day and the second day. In a blink of an eye, it comes to the third day.

"Have he not moved yet?" Mo Ye asked with his slender fingers gently tapping on the table.

"No, I just ate and slept all day, or I was wandering around in the mansion. Master, wouldn't this kid have already made up his mind to stay?" Heifeng couldn't help asking, because he didn't see the little monk wanting to run away at all.

Mo Ye paused his fingers slightly and said, "It makes people more alert. This person is very mentally conscious. He is suppressing his movements, and he must be looking for the most suitable opportunity."

He had a intuition that if the young monk didn't take action, he would have been shocking when he made a gesture. Now he was still holding back, which made him feel a little bad, as if the young monk was about to slip away from his hands.

Sure enough, at night, this feeling came true.

"Master! No good!" Dark facelessly walked in with a ugly expression, holding the wall, with cold sweat still oozing on his forehead, and said, "That little monk is really gone!"

Mo Ye, who was lucky in the room, heard this and paused slightly. A faint light flashed through his eyes. He knew that the boy had left, so he asked, "How is the people in the mansion?" He realized that something was wrong when he felt that his body was weak, but he didn't expect that he would fall into such a big somersault.

"People in the mansion, people in the mansion..." He lowered his head secretly, unable to say anything.

"Say!" His voice was slightly cold and he shouted.

"As if you were hit by soft muscles, you all collapsed to the ground, without exception!"

"Where is the Black Wind?" Mo Ye asked.

"He was knocked out when he was found in the living yard." As he said inwardly, he couldn't help feeling cold in his heart when the whole mansion had all been silently given medicine.

That boy was so scary!

If he had the intention to kill them, the situation of the people in the mansion would be as simple as falling into powerlessness.

Even now, he still finds it incredible.

They are all people with cultivation, and ordinary soft muscle santhemums do not have any effect on them, let alone people with the power of their master. But none of them could escape from the entire mansion.

How powerful is this boy who can use medicine so much?

Mo Ye put away his luck's palm and slowly exhaled. He walked out with his hands in his arms and looked at the dark night sky outside. His low voice was assured.
Chapter completed!