On the other end, Qian Huahuo rushed back to the Xiyuan of Yunqi Palace in the original shape of a hedgehog. Panting, Fang leaned in the corner and resumed his human form. His face was still pale and bloodless, and cold sweat was oozing out from his forehead. He was in shock and spoke incoherently: "Thankfully , Fortunately, I can hide quickly and escape quickly... But I must not be scared out of the demon spirit by the fire... If someone sees me... Demon Lord, the pervert of Demon Lord must kill me... "
At that time, Nanliyue, thousands of miles away, was having a drink under the moonlight when he suddenly felt an inexplicable itching in his nose and the urge to sneeze...
"Jun, are you feeling unwell?"
A green snake with faint golden spots swam slowly out from the flower stand behind Nan Liyue. Its posture was calm and elegant, and it became more and more aura when it transformed into a human form. Its green eyes were restrained and calm, with no sharp edge, even if it was concerned about the demon king's body. , also calm and expressionless, showing no sadness or joy, only a trace of worry swept past.
Nan Liyue smiled bitterly in her heart, but her face remained cold. She had no intention of answering Lu He's question, and only asked seriously: "Did you see anything interesting about the bowl of soup I gave you last time?"
"You mean addiction?"
"Is there anything else?"
"The soup does contain several herbs that are highly addictive. In addition... there are also fairy spirits that have been specially dispersed in it."
"Mo Yunye's?"
"With the same origin as your self-sealed immortal spirit, who else do you think it could be?"
"Huh!" He let out a thin sneer that seemed to be sarcastic, but there was a complex look in Mo Yunye's eyes. Was it disdain, sarcasm, or jealousy? Mo Yunye actually used this method to hide it. The gods secretly transferred their spiritual power to grant immortal essence to Luo Qianhua. Was it to help her build her dream of becoming an immortal as soon as possible, or was it because they wanted to completely capture her in the palm of their hands
Lu He knew that he must be unhappy at the moment, but he didn't want anyone to point out his unhappiness, so he continued as if nothing had happened: "No matter how many fairies are mixed in, it doesn't matter whether it is good or bad for the little hedgehog. Those addictive herbs, if consumed in excess, are a thousand times more harmful than being drunk with a thousand honeys."
The slender fingertips gently traced the rim of Zui Qianmi's glass cup. After Nan Liyue was indifferent for a while, she just said a faint sarcasm, as cool as the evening breeze blowing through the weeping willows by the lake: "One is willing to fight, and the other is willing to suffer. How to look at it, what does it matter?”
Lu He sighed softly. If this guy is active, he can conquer a city with a single stroke. If he is passive, he will die regardless of everything. "Didn't you persuade her not to drink anymore?"
"I only finish the sentence, whether you listen or not is all up to her." Nan Liyue pursed her lips slightly, with a slightly sinister arc. She seemed calm and gentle, but her soul-catching wolf eyes were full of understanding. The shining light in my heart...
Luo Qianhua is such a self-loving hedgehog. To put it grandly, she means cherishing life; to put it simply and straightforwardly, she is as timid as a mouse. Nan Liyue doesn't believe it. She really dares to risk her whole life for that little fairy spirit. Imprisonment or even death is a joke...
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Of course Qianhua wouldn’t dare!
After calming down the messy little girl outside Xiyuan Garden, Qianhua walked back to the main hall in a daze. Just as she was about to drink a cup of tea to calm down, a familiar fragrance drifted through her nose.
Qianhua was startled, raised her head, and met Mo Yunye's warm, jade-like eyes.
On the table in front of him, the heat of the ginseng, jujube and quail soup was escaping through the carved hollow glass cover, and filled the eyes of Mo Yunye, who was as bright as water. Then, there was a haze as gentle as mist in the warm and moist jade, which was not very clear.
"You, you're here? W-when did you come?" Sanshen pinched the corner of her clothes, and Qianhua acted coquettishly and innocently. In fact, what Qianhua wanted to ask was, "What kind of wind brings Tianjun here?" , but he was the one who had no choice but to ignore his barrier and cheat his way out, so he didn't have the guts to act recklessly at the moment, lest he be punished again.
Mo Yunye seemed to have no intention of pursuing this "past event" that frightened Qianhua, and only asked softly: "Where have you been?"
"I went to visit Marshal Tianyou and Taishang Laojun, and I met the goddess Yixue on the way." Qianhua didn't lie, but that didn't mean that what he stated was the truth.
Mo Yunye had no way to pursue the matter, so he stood up and approached. His bright eyes flickered in the shadow cast by the thick black eyelashes. He could not see through Yue's anger, sorrow or joy. He only looked at Qianhua up and down for a long time without saying a word. Although his expression was As soft as the clouds at dusk, but with the courage to remain calm, Qianhua saw her little head drooping lower and lower, almost falling off her neck. Fang gently took her cold hand, held it in his palm and passed it on. Warm, and then led to the table, the soft words of comfort were as touching as the spring breeze in April: "If you want to go out in the future, just send someone to tell me. If you disappear like this, many people will die." Xian Nu’s.”
It was titillating but also shocking. Qianhua subconsciously asked, "What do you mean by killing many immortal slaves?"
Mo Yunye stared at her steadily, but did not answer. There was a smile on his thin lips, and there was a knife hidden in the smile.
Qianhua suddenly realized and was shocked: "You executed all the fairies and fairies who looked after me?"
"They didn't take good care of them, so they deserve to die." He Qiyun Danfeng's words turned out to be wanton killing with a snap of his fingers.
"I escaped on my own, what does it have to do with them?" Qianhua unexpectedly killed several people without knowing it. She was filled with righteous indignation and asked sternly.
Mo Yunye didn't take it seriously at all. He helped Qianhua to sit down, raised his hand to open the glass lid, looked at the soup he had stewed with satisfaction, slowly scooped up a spoonful and brought it to Qianhua's lips: "While you're at it, Let’s drink it hot and go to bed early. I’ll take you to the human world tomorrow.”
Mo Yunye had promised Qianhua to take her to the human world a long time ago, but now when Qianhua was in a low mood, he proposed, but she only turned her head and pursed her lips to refuse: "I don't want to drink this soup, in the human world, I I don’t want to go yet.”
"Why?"
Qianhua didn't know what he was referring to by asking "why", so she just complained angrily: "Those innocent immortal slaves died for me. I'm afraid I won't be able to accept it for a while. I need some time to calm down. You do not bother me."
As he said this, he felt extremely sour in his heart. He really hoped that Mo Yunye would stop disturbing him, but he did feel angry at his brutality of killing people at will. However, with his gentle and tender temper, if Qianhua Ku Even if he tried to persuade her, he would readily agree to her face to face, but behind his back was his consistent stubbornness, so Qianhua could only fight it with a look of dissatisfaction and a cold war.
Unfortunately, even so, Mo Yunye still couldn't be swayed in the slightest. He slowly put down the spoon, closed the glass lid again, then stood up, walked around the round table, opened the bead curtain, opened the door, and walked out slowly.
This series of movements was slow, calm, and elegant, as if nothing had happened. Only the soft words that passed through Qianhua's ears like the wind revealed a power that could not be denied: "Tomorrow morning, I will be in Yunqi." I’m waiting for you in the hundred-mile long corridor outside the palace.” (To be continued)