"How is that possible?" Yan Ruoyao's eyes were red, and she looked at the little cherry blossom demon in front of her with disbelief.
Didn't Luo Qingchen slap her in the face? Why does she still have such great spiritual power...
On the high platform, the cold wind howled by. It was shrouded in light smoke and misty.
At this moment, all eyes present were on Luo Qingchen.
The little fairy who used to laugh at her, the little demon who mocked her, and that—
Li Jinfeng, who had pampered her for a hundred years...
He sat under the stage and looked at Luo Qingchen on the high stage. There were complex emotions in his eyes, as if there was a flower named jealousy blooming in his heart.
But at this moment, Luo Qingchen cast her eyes on Mo Baici. Although she didn't know the origin of the underwear she was wearing, she definitely couldn't get rid of it.
"My skills are inferior to others, what's impossible?" She hummed softly, and a faint fragrance of cherry blossoms spread in the air.
She waved her sleeves, jumped off the high platform and returned the Muguang Sword to Jiang Yunyun, saying, "Thank you for the sword."
After saying that, she left behind only a touch of light pink on her back and some cherry blossom petals.
Ding—the favorability is increased by ten, and the task completion rate is 40%.
This good feeling...
Yan Ruoyao clenched her fists tightly and stared at her back with a pair of blood-filled eyes.
A humble monster who had taken away her hundred years of happiness actually humiliated her in front of so many people in Xuankongju.
She will definitely...will make her pay the price...
Luo Qingchen would never know that she had become a famous figure overnight.
Although, since Mo Bai Ci brought her back, she was already a topic of conversation.
But there is still a difference between a man of the hour and a topic of conversation.
A mere little cherry blossom demon defeated the seventh-ranked spiritualist in Xuankongju. This was definitely a big deal.
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Prajna Hall.
Luo Qingchen held the moon-white lining and wanted to wait for Mo Baici to come back and ask him what it was
But after waiting for a long time, he didn't come back. Until she slowly fell asleep in the main hall, someone gently picked her up and held her close to the big bed in the side hall.
Mo Baici sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her sleeping face, and what Xingjun said to him tonight slowly flashed through his mind -
"Bai Ci, that is the ancient artifact Linglong Ring. I can't get it wrong." In the Xingjun Palace, Xingjun stroked his beard, looked at Mo Baici and said with a serious tone: "It is the only way to sense the same thing. The Star Sword is a sacred object of Xuankongju."
"What do you want to say?" Mo Baici raised his eyebrows lightly. He was obviously unwilling to listen.
"Bai Ci, I know that although you are the only destiny master chosen by the God of Stars for thousands of years, you don't care about worldly affairs, the common people, or the mortal world..." Xing Jun sighed softly and continued: "This Star Sword Book It is the sacred object of Xuankongju. It was lost during the war with the demons for a thousand years. Now that I finally have a chance to find it, I still hope... "
"Destiny is determined by numerology. You know, I don't have the world in my heart." Mo Baici looked calm, and a very faint wave flashed in his dark eyes, but it was not easy for others to notice.
Yes, although he possesses extremely high spiritual skills, he is different from other spiritual masters who care about the common people and save all people from fire and water.
Perhaps he has calculated everyone's future fate, so he knows. Prosperity and failure are determined, and nothing can be forced.
"I used to think that your heart was like a closed space that couldn't hold anything." Xingjun looked into his eyes and said with a faint smile on his lips: "But now, I no longer think so." (Unfinished) to be continued)