Foxy Beauty Charms the World

The cloud scale slowly rotated upwards and finally reached its end. All he could see were white clouds and immortal qi. In addition, there was also a vast golden lake. Golden ripples rippled out. The dazzling golden light was captivating.

Xiao Luo quickly said before Hu Ying could open her mouth, "You can't bring this water back. "He hasn't even stepped out of the Great Illusionary Land yet."

Hu Ying, who was originally brimming with joy, suddenly lowered her ears. The red blush on her face due to the excitement on her face had yet to disappear. She squatted dejectedly by the lake and scooped up a handful of water, her eyes shining with a golden light. Xiao Luo wanted to laugh, so he coughed lightly before shifting his gaze away. "The Great Illusionary Land reflects the past and memories, and thus creates illusions. It was hard to get rid of them. "So …"

Ah!" Little Mo! "So cute!

Hu Ying's voice filled with pink flowers sounded in his ears. The golden water rippled and a boy in a black robe appeared on the surface of the lake. He was about eight or nine years old. His bright eyes and tight lips made him want to hug her and rub her.

He was standing in the courtyard in the middle of winter, rubbing his small hands together, and it was clear that he was cold.

A tall, well-dressed man stood in front of him with his hands behind his back.

"I'm asking you, are you going to say something so shameful?"

The boy raised his head. Although it was cold, his eyes were much clearer and more resolute than the frozen lake: "The teachings of the Crippled King are taught by the law and taught by the officials. "As a rule, rewards and punishments will be given to those who cultivate and as a result, there will be no problem whatsoever."

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The man slapped him. His face was gloomy. He gritted his teeth and shouted, "When are you going to think properly? When are you going to enter the house!"

The wind blew, stirring up rustling snow and sand, swirling under the light gray sky, dispersing in all directions.

The boy rubbed his small red hands and could not help but stamp his feet as he continued mumbling, "The matter is on the four sides, it must be in the center, the saint is insistent, the four sides will work."

"Roar!" He actually dares to hit Ink Daylily! " By the lakeside, Hu Ying's hair was standing on end, and she was about to jump down with her eyes wide open. Xiao Luo blocked her path, his usually gentle voice now filled with anxiety and sharpness. "No! This is all in the past, you won't be able to change anything even if you were to go down! "

"Ao, ao, ao …!" Hu Ying puffed her cheeks and bit down on Xiao Luo's wrist. The Sect Leader frowned. His hand trembled slightly, but he did not say anything.

The ripples on the surface of the golden lake rippled once again, creating a completely different scene.

The prison cart with bamboo curtains covering all four sides left the city gate. As they slowly moved forward on the road, the wheels of the carriage emitted a dull creaking sound. The sound of galloping horses came from behind them. The escorts stopped in surprise and looked at the youth who was running towards them. His hair was askew, and his thin eyes were filled with anxiety and pain.

Panting slightly, he dismounted and walked forward until he was only a step away from the carriage.

"Milord …" The guard shouted.

There was a rustling sound from inside the carriage. Only a blurry shadow could be seen moving through the bamboo curtain. The black-haired youth opened his mouth a few times, wanting to say something, but no words came out. He clenched his fists and his joints turned white.

"Milord, it's time. We must get going." After a moment of silence, the soldiers standing next to him reminded him.

The young man nodded and stood silently at the side of the road. He watched as the carriage began to creak and slowly move forward. A deep grief flashed across his eyes. He lifted his robe and knelt down, kowtowing deeply to the prison cart in front of him. A dull sound came from his forehead and the ground, without reservation.

"Your son is unfilial, your son is unfilial …"

The murmurs were like drifting ashes, as they were dispersed by the wind, followed by the creaking of the wheels.

"Ling Mo …" Hu Ying's eyes turned red. At the very most, she had only quarrelled with her close relatives before. She did not know how to react to the feeling of having her close relatives leave this place because of her. However, this was not important. What was important was that Ling Mo was very sad and had been suffering internally the entire time.

Despite Xiao Luo's obstruction, Hu Ying still jumped down from the Great Illusionary Land.

She gently landed beside Qin Lingmo and hugged him from behind. Smelling the scent that belonged solely to him, she softly replied, "It's alright. You still have me, and I'm still here."

Within the dreamscape, Qin Lingmo seemed to be unable to sense Hu Ying's existence. After pausing to survey her surroundings for a moment, he then mounted his horse and left. Hu Ying wanted to follow her when she saw the mighty dragon head sticking out from the top of her head. It bit onto Hu Ying's collar and dashed up. When they left the golden lake, the water rippled slightly, and the sounds of singing layered each other.

Xiao Luo frowned, and for the first time, did not laugh: "You're too reckless! Entering the illusions is very dangerous! "

I know, but even if it's an illusion, I don't want to see Mo Mo sad." Hu Ying pursed her lips, a glint flashed across her eyes. Xiao Luo let out a light sigh. His expression finally eased up a bit. "The past cannot be changed. The fact that Qin Xiang could have Miss Hu accompany him is a given by the heavens.

"Why did his father do that to him!"

Xiao Luo looked at Hu Ying, whose eyes had turned red, and sighed inaudibly, "The Old Prince did it for the sake of Minister Qin. Even though the previous dynasty implemented benevolence in name, the so-called benevolence was only to the nobles who wield royal authority. For Qin Xiang to say that he wants the rule of law to rule the world at such a young age, it is very easy for us to meet with a calamity. "

Hu Ying didn't say anything. She just lowered her head and pursed her lips. Xiao Luo also did not want to disturb her, so he just silently walked forward.

After walking a distance, he heard a "I'm sorry" sound coming from behind him.

"Hmm?" Sect Master Xuan Xin tilted his head, slightly puzzled.

"I shouldn't have been too impulsive. It's fine if it's me, but I can't implicate others. Also, is your hand alright? " Hu Ying scratched her head, an embarrassed expression on her charming face. Just a moment ago, he had only been thinking about Ling Mo and finally calmed down after walking behind Xiao Luo. He also recalled that he seemed to have done something sinful by grabbing the Sect Master's hand and biting it.

"I'm fine." Xiao Luo touched his left wrist and laughed without a care.

However, Hu Ying's sharp eyes caught a glimpse of the Sect Leader's wrist and couldn't help but frown. She took a step forward and unreasonably grabbed Xiao Luo's hand. "He said it's fine. His skin has been broken and he's bleeding." Initially, she wanted to teach him a lesson, but the wound was caused by her own body.

Xiao Luo tried to pull his hand away, but just as he was about to do so, he was gripped tightly by Hu Ying.

"You don't allow women to touch any medicine, right?"

"..." "That's not necessarily true."

"Then stay here. This medicinal wine of mine is very expensive. If you spill it, will you compensate?" Hu Ying raised her eyebrows.

Xiao Luo, who had already seen Hu Ying's ability to amass wealth, did not want to see it again. He let Hu Ying pour the ice-cold medicinal wine on his wound and slowly daub it onto his wound.

The cool wine slowly seeped into her skin. Hu Ying gently massaged the wine, letting the warmth from her fingertips seep into her skin. A faint medicinal fragrance wafted past Xiao Luo's nose, and the corner of his mouth curled involuntarily.

It just so happened that Hu Ying raised her head and saw Xiao Luo's smile. She happily said, "It's best to not laugh like this, don't keep everything in your heart."

Xiao Luo was slightly startled. The smile on his lips returned to its usual arc, frozen forever in the moment of blooming spring flowers.

"This Seat often laughs."

"It's not the same. Ordinarily, you would be like someone who is born with a mask that allows you to smile, even though you look very approachable and very warm. But no one could approach him. And now you're laughing so much better, you can feel that you're really happy. " Hu Ying explained the difference between the two and wanted to see if the bite marks were deep enough. At that time, she was too agitated and might have revealed her canine teeth. Otherwise, why would there be two holes in it?

Xiao Luo lightly withdrew his hand and, without saying a word, continued to walk forward. Hu Ying followed behind, completely confused. She didn't know what she had said wrongly.

Just as she was about to step on the Sect Master's clothes, Xiao Luo stopped. He looked at the jade square pool in front of them and said, "That is Yao Chi."

Just as he finished his sentence, Hu Ying dashed forward like a beam of light. When her eyes were filled with precious jewels and beautiful jade, there were very few people who could stop her. However, there was an exception to everything.

Hu Ying's throat was suddenly pierced by a long spear, and just as it was about to hit Hu Ying, it came to a halt.

"Tsk tsk, where did this wild demoness come from? You actually dare to come to a place like this?"

As the lazy, clear voice rang out, a man in a soft armor with black hair suddenly appeared beside the previously empty square pool. He crossed his legs and stretched out his right hand, locking Hu Ying's throat with such precision.

"Reverend Bluebird." Xiao Luo stepped forward and cupped his hands.

"Aiya, there's actually another person. Truly strange." The Cyan Bird's smile was brilliant, her almond-shaped eyes slightly raised, but her gaze was ice-cold.

"This is an important place in the Heaven Realm.

"Reverend Bluebird, the matter is …"

"Uncle Bluebird." Hu Ying took a step forward, keeping her throat away from the spear, and said, "Look, I don't have the intention to create trouble, but I do need a little bit of jade. Look at the size of this pond, and the amount of jade in it."

"What did you call me!" The Cyan Bird's face darkened, and with a shake of its long spear, pierced towards Hu Ying. Hu Ying was also extremely quick-witted and hurriedly retreated. However, the long spear was like a snowflake blowing through the air, blotting out the sky and covering the earth. The afterimages overlapped each other, making it hard to tell where the path of survival was. Hu Ying panicked a little. Her skill was not high, and she relied entirely on her agility and agility. However, this spear formation was in no way inferior to hers. Instead, it moved even faster.

As the sharp blade sliced through Hu Ying's right arm, she couldn't help but freeze for a moment. The moment she stopped, the long spear that had been raining down chaotically once again pierced towards Hu Ying's vitals.

Puff.

A few wisps of blood splashed out.

Hu Ying held her head as she prepared to welcome the arrival of the pain. However, she found that there was no pain anywhere on her body. She shook her ears, then her tail. When she finally let go, she looked up and saw that Xiao Luo was blocking her path.

"Reverend Bluebird, please calm your anger." Xiao Luo's voice was no different from usual, but his trembling shoulder revealed the true situation.

"Xiao Luo!" Hu Ying was shocked. She saw that blood was flowing out from Xiao Luo's chest. Clearly, he had been stabbed. She quickly supported Xiao Luo and yelled, "Quick, quick, let me see, is it serious? Does it hurt? Can you still breathe? "

"Miss Little Hu, there's no need …"

"It's over, it's over. If Yurou found out that I caused a hole in his chest, he would definitely stab me a dozen times and roast me like a fox meat skewer!"

"…" Xiao Luoyi imagined the scene where Hu Ying was tied to a tree branch and roasted back and forth over a fire, while the rain continued to rain down from the side, sharpening her blade with a dark expression. He actually lowered his head and laughed, after which he coughed out a mouthful of blood.

"Tsk, why don't you cultivate properly and join in on the fun?" The Cyan Bird raised his head, his handsome eyebrows creased, seeming to be extremely impatient.