Foxy Beauty Charms the World

Xuan Xin's main hall, Guest Room

"I didn't expect the Prime Minister to be here. How rare." Xiao Luo walked in after his disciple had served him tea for a long time. It was unknown if it was an illusion, but Qin Lingmo felt as if his entire body was filled with a faint dust cloud that had gathered into the shape of a dragon or a tiger.

"Sect Master is different today." Qin Lingmo put down his teacup and said with a faint smile.

Xiao Luo was obviously stunned for a moment, and then he sat down across from him with his sleeves raised.

"What do you mean?"

"I always feel that the Sect Leader is a little special today." These were Qin Lingmo's true thoughts, but they were unintentional. He was always sensitive to certain things in his worldly affairs, which had long been the subject of both deceit and deceit. Xiao Luo looked deeply at him and laughed, "The Prime Minister sure knows how to joke. In my opinion, the Prime Minister is becoming more and more high-spirited."

Qin Lingmo did not want to waste time on meaningless greetings. He changed the topic, "I have come today to discuss some matters with Sect Master."

"Oh? Has the Prime Minister been entangled by demons? " Xiao Luo picked up the teacup beside him, revealing a slightly mocking smile.

Qin Lingmo did not forget that Sect Master Xiao Luo had appeared when he first met Hu Ying at the wine house. At that time, Qin Lingmo didn't know what was going on, but now that he thought about it, Xiao Luo must have known about Hu Ying's identity and came to the wine shop to warn her. Therefore, when faced with the Sect Master's slightly mocking tone, he was not shocked nor was he angry. However, the peculiar feeling in his heart grew even more intense.

"There is no need for Sect Master to put in so much effort. Other than that, does Sect Master have a different feeling recently? "

"Oh? This sovereign doesn't really understand what the Prime Minister means. " Xiao Luo was a little dazed. He brought the teacup to his lips and used it to measure Qin Lingyun's ink.

Qin Lingmo was very familiar with this feeling of being probed and assessed. This kind of gaze had been on him almost all the time since he had entered the dynasty, and he was sensitive and accustomed to it. It often meant that someone was trying to do something and couldn't be known by him.

Out of instinct, Qin Lingmo grew wary of Xiao Luo, and then said, "A few days ago, on Little Fortune Day, the Emperor heard of the sect master's painstaking efforts and sent this prime minister over to offer his condolences. Also, I would like to ask the sect master to hold a divination ceremony for the imperial family."

"So that's how it is. Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I will do my best for the world. This is my duty." As for the divination, the weather of the constellations in the past two days has not been so good. Xiao Luo spoke unhurriedly. He looked no different from before.

"No rush, no rush, as long as Sect Master is careful." Out of a certain intuition, he felt that this Xiao Luo in front of him was not real, but he did not know the specifics. In the past, he had interacted with Sect Master Xiao Luo, and every time they met, he would act like a spring breeze. But right now, Qin Lingmo could only feel the alarm ringing in his heart. His nerves had always been tense and tense.

Perhaps it was because Xiao Luo had always used a faintly discernible gaze to look at Qin Lingmo. Regarding this, he was extremely sensitive to it.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Qin Lingmo did not explicitly mention the matter of Madam Rong. Instead, he casually asked about Xuanxin Zong Zong's recent situation and also asked about Little Fortune Festival. Xiao Luo replied naturally and without leakage. Qin Lingmo did not receive much information from it and bid farewell.

"The Prime Minister, are you ready to leave?"

Xiao Luo extended his hand in a welcoming gesture. When Qin Lingmo turned around and walked out of the reception room, Xiao Luo's eyes, which had been smiling all this while, turned cold. The corner of his mouth curled up in a disdainful and strange arc. However, he soon became suspicious.

"He is not someone who does superfluous things. He must have a purpose in coming here. What divining for the emperor is simply an excuse! "

He turned around with a sneer on his face. Suddenly, his whole body froze up and he started to spasm. He arched his back and gripped his arms tightly. He gritted his teeth as a trace of blood flowed from his lips. The faintly discernible dust cloud around him began to intensify, like the faint howls of wild beasts.

The black vestments on Xiao Luo's body began to fade rapidly, as though it was a painting that had been dipped in ink. He slowly raised his head, and although he was in pain, his expression carried a bit of ridicule. "You think you can control everything forever? "Why would the Prime Minister come? Just you wait …"

As soon as the last word left his mouth, the faded black color rushed up like a tide, accompanied by a heart-wrenching pain. Xiao Luo's hands tightly hugged his head, and his hair fluttered in the air as the dust turned into a fierce tiger that roared, baring its fangs at Xiao Luo.

"What did you do? …" What exactly did you do?! " Xiao Luo, whose eyes were already bloodshot, roared. He punched the mahogany door on the side, causing the hollow pane to crack.

Ignoring the blood on his fist, he stumbled out of the reception room. Along the way, they met quite a few disciples. They were all surprised to see their usually calm and self-disciplined Sect Master charge towards them like a madman.

It was only when he had charged into the deepest basement of the Profound Heart Altar that he finally managed to ease his intense emotions. Only the Sect Master could go in and out of this place, even his personal bodyguards were not allowed in.

He staggered down the high steps, as if he might fall at any moment, and came little by little to the end of the steps. The basement was very spacious. There was a pool carved with white jade in the bottom left corner of the rectangle. On the right was the director's platform, with a crystal coffin on top of it.

There seemed to be another room in the basement, with white vines hanging from it.

At this moment, Xiao Luo's face was expressionless and his cold eyes were blank. He slowly walked to the side of the white jade pond and bent over to examine the contents inside. When the white mist slowly dissipated, what was left at the bottom of the pool were actually piles of corpses.

There were men, women, children and even eight-year-olds. Without exception, all of their faces were distorted with fear. They stretched their arms as if they were trying to climb out of the pool. His chest was torn, his bones were plentiful, and his dried blood had turned a deep red.

Such a strange scene, anyone who saw it would turn pale with fright. However, Xiao Luo didn't have any reaction. A glass pearl of cold light appeared at the bottom of his eyes. However, when he silently counted the number of corpses at the bottom of the pool, his expression suddenly changed. Extreme resentment and resentment surged up. His entire face twisted in a hideous expression and his eyes revealed a deranged and vicious light.

"It's you!" You let the two of them go, you did it! It was you who attracted the Prime Minister's suspicions! " Roaring into the air, he furiously grabbed the three-inch peachwood nail from the sink and shoved it into his palm.

Blood flowed from his palm, soaking his black sleeves and causing them to blossom.

Xiao Luo, on the other hand, looked as if that hand wasn't his own, glaring at him. Only after a long time did he finally loosen his grip and somewhat stabilize his emotions. He shook his head and held his forehead with his good hand as he mumbled to himself, "No, I haven't …" If he was really suspicious, he wouldn't be so relaxed today. No, he hadn't … "Hmph, if you want to fight with me, then I'll fight with you until the end!"

A vicious light flashed. Xiao Luo turned around and walked to the door of the inner room with the vines hanging on it. His mouth emitted a low sound similar to the cry of a snake. The same echo immediately reverberated from the inner chamber, accompanied by the sound of heavy objects rubbing against each other.

Xiao Luo quietly listened for a moment, then walked over to the crystal coffin. The palm that was punctured was still bleeding. As the blood dripped from the tip of the finger to the ground, a trail of blood blossomed.

The crystal coffin didn't have any decorations. The crystal clear coffin body had faint water patterns flowing on it, giving it a faint glow. Inside the coffin was a sea of white flowers. Within the flowers lay a woman. Her jet-black hair covered her chest and her face was gentle and elegant. Her eyes were closed tightly. "They were all clad in a moon-white robe with a dark blue belt.

Her expression was tranquil, her skin white and delicate as if she was sleeping, as if she would be up in the next moment.

Xiao Luo gazed at her, deep and gentle. All of his madness and ruthlessness had disappeared. He bent down and knelt slowly beside the coffin. Pushing aside the crystal cover, the woman's face appeared even more clearly before Xiao Luo's eyes, within reach of his hand. He gently smiled, and his eyebrows creased into a faint trace of sorrow and pity.

"I know you feel lonely and want me to accompany you, but right now, it's not enough. Right now, it's not enough …" He leaned over and murmured sympathetically. He extended his hand to caress the girl's face, and the blood from his palm dripped onto her snow-white skin, slowly seeping through.

"There is already a temperature, and it will soon be the same as before. Just a little more... "I know you need more flesh and blood to warm you and me …" He even picked up the woman in the coffin and lay down with her in the sea of flowers.

"Without you, there would be no light in my world. Without you, I would forever be in the wilderness …" He held the woman in his arms and gently caressed her face. Then she slowly closed her eyes and placed a gentle, pious kiss on her lips.

Qin Lingmo wasn't sure what Xiao Luo was planning, but it was certain that he was hiding something. He decided to take a look at the place where he had found his mother. He turned to the northeastern side of the sect, which was relatively remote. Separated by a yellow street, it was a narrow alley, and that was Changle Lane. Passing through was the place where he would find his mother.

The floor had been swept clean, and not a trace of blood could be seen.

He followed the wall and slowly walked into the passageway. When he was about thirty to forty feet inside, he discovered that there was a person lying on the ground. Qin Lingmo quickly strode over to take a look. It was a middle-aged man. His face was pale, his eyes were wide open, and his mouth was wide open. He looked extremely ferocious. His chest was ripped open, and he was badly mutilated. He quickly touched the man's pulse and found that it was already ice-cold.

Qin Lingmo sighed. Just as he was about to stand up, he felt a gale blow towards him from behind. His heart sank as he turned his head. He only had time to see the wooden stick come smashing down.

Then, a sharp pain struck him, and darkness fell before his eyes …

Qin Lingmo was confused by his surroundings, which seemed to be shrouded in a black mist. He was not a saint, and in this situation, no matter what knowledge or spirit he had, it would all be useless.

He took a few steps forward and suddenly felt a gust of wind, mixed with ice crystals as thin as needles. Qin Ling's face was covered by ink, and it took a long time before he could finally put it down.

How different the scene in front of him was. The disturbing layer of black fog had disappeared, and the faint light gradually expanded, revealing a woman floating in the center. Qin Lingmo leaned over. The light wasn't dazzling, but he couldn't see the lady's face clearly. He could faintly make out that she was a young lady clad in an orange robe. Her hands hung by her side with her eyes closed.

Qin Lingmo's heart palpitated as a certain emotion welled up within him. This unfamiliar woman had an attraction that made him want to lean over, but at the same time, he felt uneasy, as if something was going to happen.

This feeling became more and more obvious and more and more unbearable. A mixture of curiosity and foreboding reached its peak...