He held the Qingyin Sword glowing with pink light in his left hand, and the colorful glazed pistil bead in his right hand, and headed straight for Feng Yu Terrace.
One day in heaven is one year in the world.
Based on this time, it has been more than three months since she sealed the spirit sword in the forbidden area of the Sword Tomb, which is really fast.
Standing at the top of the crystal ladder, Luo Qingchen's eyes turned cold and she walked forward.
No matter the maids or elders around her saw her, they didn't dare to stop her in the slightest. After all, she was filled with the spiritual power of the highest grade of the Celestial Clan, which was very different from people from the Witch Clan like them.
However, there were whispers everywhere she walked.
"That one must be from the Celestial Clan! She looks like the maid Luo Qingchen who came to Fengyu Terrace a few days ago!"
"Really? Did you see clearly?"
"You can't see clearly, maybe because they are both beautiful, but she is covered with white fairy light. I heard from the elders that this kind of light is possessed by people of very high rank, and they need to go through tribulations to become light.
Luo Qingchen snorted coldly, waved her pink sleeves, and there was a sense of bloodshed in her eyes.
For some reason, her blood boiled the moment she arrived at Fengyu Terrace, perhaps because there was the person she hated the most in her life.
Before she arrived at the Ten Thousand Flowers Palace, she saw a person tied to the shaman altar on the way.
She was covered in wounds, and her pale cheeks looked bloodless. She bit her lip and looked at Xi Ying directly in front of her, shouting in a hoarse voice: "You will get retribution!"
"Me?" Xiying raised the corner of her mouth, looked at Huan Yuning in front of her and said, "Yesterday it was you who served the second prince to bed. Today, the second prince was poisoned and fell into a coma. Who else could you say it was if he wasn't poisoned? ?”
There was a sinister look between her eyebrows. For some reason, seeing this person reminded her of the night when Luo Qingchen first came to Fengyu Terrace.
It was her ribbon that ruined her big deal. The direction of all the stories deviated from the track she wanted, and finally ended up like this.
"A person like you still wants to be loved by Master Lingxuan. Don't you know what the people of the Wu clan say about you?" Huan Yuning gritted his teeth and stared at her with a pair of big eyes. Xi lingering.
Things that Xiying thought she could hide were actually known to everyone.
Now in the Wu Clan, she is just a clown. But she is still a witch after all. Before the next witch is chosen by the witch god, no one can touch her.
Even if she did something wrong, she only needs to confine herself to think about it. What a ridiculous system, what a ridiculous witch clan...
"Pa—" A clear and sweet sound hit Huan Yuning's cheek. This was a force with spiritual power, and Huan Yuning, a mortal, instantly spit out a mouthful of blood.
Everyone nearby was in an uproar, but no one dared to say a word.
The second prince Su Ye is now unconscious, and even the witch doctor cannot find out what kind of poison he was poisoned with, but Huan Yuning is indeed the biggest suspect.
"If you don't tell me, I will go on a journey of thunder, destroying people and never being reincarnated!" Xiying's eyes flashed with hatred. She could even kill Luo Qingchen, let alone this mortal who had no one to protect her.
"Bah—" Huan Yuning spat out a mouthful of blood, and said with a disdainful smile: "I'm just going to accompany Qingchen, how can I be like you? I live like a puppet, lifeless!"
"You—" Xiying's face turned pale instantly, and she naturally knew the meaning of Huan Yuning's words.
She is a mortal with no magic and no backing! Why are you laughing at yourself? Why! ? (To be continued)