Waning moon.
The night wind howled.
The young man dressed in black nimbly shuttled through the Chen family compound.
He passed by the Chen family guards, but they were completely unaware of the young man's aura.
This is the concealment technique that Chen Lao is proud of.
Not only can you hide your body shape and appearance, but you can even eliminate your aura so that no one can detect it.
"Xiao Chenzi, stop here."
Chen Lao's voice sounded in Chen Che's heart.
The latter frowned and was about to move closer to the last guest room in the depths.
But he was shocked by the scolding voice in his consciousness.
"You are not allowed to go any further." Chen Lao said sternly.
"Master... we are still far away."
Chen Che stopped, hesitated a little, and finally found a hiding place to hide.
But Chen Lao said seriously: "That room is probably the guest room of the Holy Son of Zhongzhou."
"But the strange thing is that my teacher can always feel a vague and terrifying pressure. It only appears for a moment, but it disappears very quickly."
Chen Che frowned and asked doubtfully: "Oppression...?"
Chen Lao had a mysterious origin. Although Chen Che didn't understand his background, he also knew how profound it was.
Chen Lao didn't even pay attention to the huge Northern Saint, who was extremely arrogant and domineering.
But at this moment among the Northern Saints, he was obviously panicking.
"Are you even afraid of Master?" Chen Che asked again.
Chen Lao thought for a moment.
Before falling asleep, he had not put a desolate place like Beisheng in his eyes.
Even in Zhongzhou on the mainland, he still has a place.
But Chen Lao, who was always leisurely and calm in the past, also said cautiously: "Wait first, wait again..."
"That is the guest room of the Holy Son of Zhongzhou. Logically speaking, nothing unexpected will happen."
"Anyway, if you're worried, just stay here, but don't act rashly."
Chen Che listened quietly without speaking.
He stared at the guest room in the distance, so nervous that he even held his breath.
…
inside the house.
Mu Qingxue changed into a single gauze dress, her eyebrows were calm.
"Will you bear all the punishment for me..."
"Holy Son, I don't know whether he is stupid or has unrequited love."
"However, if we can instigate him, everything will be much simpler with the wealth in the temple's treasury."
She breathed a sigh of relief.
The current situation was extremely dangerous, and she couldn't help but think of Chen Che again in her mind.
Although I warned Chen Che not to follow.
But Mu Qingxue was not sure whether the hot-blooded and reckless young man would listen to the advice.
If you accidentally offend the empress, nothing can be said.
"I thought that the price for gaining the trust of the Holy Son would be to be severely punished by the Empress. Unexpectedly, she was too lazy to care about it anymore. Maybe she was disappointed, or maybe the Holy Son had already convinced her before."
"Or, is there any other reason for this?"
Mu Qingxue hesitated for a while.
But then she laughed at herself and shook her head, denying several speculations in her heart.
With the status and strength of the Temple Empress, she can do whatever she wants. No one can stop her, and she doesn't have to use any strategies.
"That's all."
After sighing slightly, she opened the door curtain and came to the living room.
What came into view was still a strange and alluring sight.
The house was still dark.
There was only the cold moonlight and a few weak candles.
The slender fingers of the Temple Empress were gently pinching Ye An's chin.
Mu Qingxue's appearance instantly attracted the attention of the two people.
"Huh… ?"
Mu Qingxue suddenly frowned slightly.
She always felt that the Empress and the Holy Son seemed a little too close
"Have you washed yourself? Today is much faster than usual."
But the empress let go of her hand and said in a lazy voice: "Just drive away the cold here. It's been seventeen days. If you delay any longer, it will only affect your spiritual veins."
"yes."
Mu Qingxue nodded slightly.
Then he turned around and took off his thin clothes.
At that time, Ye An turned around knowingly and looked at the moonlit scenery outside the window.
The welfare plot of Twilight Saint is far inferior to that of Empress Qi Xi.
Ye An couldn't get excited either.
At this moment, it is just a trap to trap the son of fate.
Although he forgot the specific plot of the novel in his memory, he still knew the general rules.
Any woman who dares to touch the son of fate... will definitely die.
But what will happen if the Son of Destiny is still extremely weak at this time, and the opponent is the leader of the big villain in the later map
Ye Jing waited quietly, secretly prepared.
"The cold air has invaded the spiritual veins, and the skin has condensed into frost..."
Qi Xi chuckled lightly and said, "Little girl, you are quite tolerant."
Mu Qingxue turned her back to Qi Xi.
Large swaths of frost gathered on her back.
The mottled spiritual veins hidden under the skin are also full of cold air.
"Sorry, Your Majesty." Mu Qingxue said expressionlessly.
"Sorry? Who are you apologizing to?"
Qi Xi said coldly: "If it had been any later, if the spiritual energy had been used at will, it would have left irreversible serious injuries."
"Be more careful next time."
Mu Qingxue nodded slightly and responded: "Yes."
"Be prepared." Qi Xi said softly.
Finished speaking.
With a thought in Qi Xi's mind, a golden firework rose from the palm of his hand.
Before expelling the cold air, she specifically turned her head to look at Ye An. The latter is still admiring the moon and seems to have no idea of peeping.
She was immediately relieved.
Then, he shot the golden firework in his hand into Mu Qingxue's body.
This alone is not enough.
It is necessary to continue to use the divine power to expel the excess cold air that is endless.
"Uh-huh… "
"Well… "
"Well!!"
Mu Qingxue closed her eyes tightly, and a blush appeared on her side face.
A little sweat broke out on her forehead, and wisps of mist rose from her body.
These were all the cold energy accumulated in her body.
Only the pure Yang aura condensed with divine magic can temporarily expel it, but it cannot completely cure it.
After all, if she wanted to cure it, it would be almost equivalent to erasing her spiritual veins, which would be no different from death.
"How does it feel? Do you need more force?"
Qi Xi said softly: "The cold air has accumulated too deep. It may have spread to the depths of the flesh and bones, which will cause some pain."
Mu Qingxue bit her lip tightly, humming from time to time, and said, "B-be gentler..."
"Uh-huh!!!"
She couldn't help but scream.
Qi Xi sighed and said, "Okay, then just be gentle and take your time."
In the process of driving away the cold air, Mu Qingxue's cry...
It's really scary.
It will always remind people of a bad scene.
When he was in the Zhongzhou Temple before, as the person closest to the Temple Empress, Ye An had some impressions about exorcising the cold air.
"I wonder if the Son of Destiny will follow."
"If he had followed, he might have mistakenly thought that something indescribable would happen..."
Ye An pinched his chin and murmured: "I don't know if those novel templates and laws are applicable."
"Forget it, everything is ready, let's try it."