Ye Qingluo didn't continue the topic.
She took the lead and walked forward.
The envoy's face was slightly condensed, staring at Ye Qingluo's leisurely back for a while, then he raised his steps and followed.
This time, the envoy's gaze towards Ye Qingluo was a bit more probing.
Several times I wanted to ask Ye Qingluo how much he knew about the upper realm and the realm of Nirvana.
But, before he could speak, Ye Qingluo would always point to something beside him and ask him.
After a while, after walking for about two incense sticks of time.
The messenger stopped outside the door of an inner temple, and also reached out to stop Ye Qingluo.
Then the envoy bowed slightly towards the inner hall: "My lord, Ye Qingluo has already brought you here."
A deep and pleasant voice soon sounded in the hall: "Come in."
That voice sounded young.
It was a man's voice.
The messenger took a step back, stretched out his hand and whispered to Ye Qingluo, "Student Ye Qingluo, please."
Looking at the closed gate of the inner hall, Ye Qingluo pointed to himself: "Should I go in alone?"
"This is the sleeping hall of the lord of the hall. The lord of the hall does not allow anyone to approach his sleeping hall. This messenger can only send you here."
Sleeping, sleeping, sleeping hall? !
Are you sure you're not teasing her? !
What does this hall master mean
Meet a fifteen-year-old girl in your bedroom
Didn't it mean that no one is allowed to approach his bedroom
Then why did Mao let her in
Seeing that Ye Qingluo was still in a daze, the emissary urged in a low voice: "Student Ye Qingluo, the Hall Master is waiting for you inside, why don't you go in?"
Ye Qingluo glanced at the gate of the sleeping hall, and then at the messenger: "What... you don't have... what kind of reception hall, the hall inside the conference hall?"
The messenger heard Ye Qingluo's overtones.
His fine eyes narrowed into a slit, and a smile appeared on his shriveled lips: "Ye Qingluo, don't worry, no matter how poor the Palace Master is, he won't go hungry and attack a little girl. And..."
He slowly bent down, approached Ye Qingluo's side, and said in a low voice: "Our palace master hates women."
"..." Ye Qingluo said that she had never met their palace master, who knows if his words are true or not
The messenger didn't intend to waste any more time with her.
Facing the direction of the sleeping hall, he bowed deeply and then retreated.
"Hey! Why did you leave like that? If you leave so simply, I will be even more suspicious. Your palace master is peeping at my beauty, and you guys are working together to trick me!"
Ye Qingluo immediately yelled behind him.
But after leaving the messenger, she didn't know the secret art of reversing the enchantment.
Haven't had time to catch up.
The messenger's figure had already disappeared before Ye Qingluo's eyes.
Ye Qingluo didn't even grab the hem of his clothes.
"Miss Ye, although you can rest assured, you are still too young for this hall master, and this hall master does not have a hobby of attacking little girls."
In the sleeping hall, the deep voice of the hall master came again.
"As for coveting your beauty, it's not up to the Lord of the Palace."
Ye Qingluo: "..." Is it his turn? Do you have to take turns peeping at her beauty
She said that she could not understand the words of the Palace Master.
"If Miss Ye doesn't want to come in, then let's talk through the door like this." The hall master seemed to compromise, but his words were full of ridicule.
Ye Qingluo clenched his fists.
Let her stand at the door and talk to him
What a joke!