“How about a habit? What if you’re not used to it?” Mu Qianyue raised her eyes in disdain.
“If you’re not used to it, I’ll accompany you and chat with you to relieve boredom.” Situ Mo sat down on the stone bench opposite Mu Qianyue, took out a set of jade with a flick of his palm. A high-quality tea set, began to brew tea, “This is the Holy Spirit tea I brought back from the City of Holy Light, which can’t be bought outside, come and **** craft.”
“The dignified young master of Jiuyoumen, just so leisurely?”
“That’s natural, as you know, I’m just a young master, and I’m not in charge of big or small matters.” The smile on Situ Mo’s face was deep and incomprehensible.
“You don’t have to deliberately spy on me.” Mu Qianyue raised her head, her eyes fixed on him, and a deep light flashed in her dark pupils.
Situ Mo’s hands froze, the smile on his face remained the same, he picked up the teacup and handed it to Mu Qianyue, “Xiao Yueyue, this Holy Spirit tea is fragrant, drink it.”
Mu Qianyue mercilessly swung the jade cup he handed down, and it fell to the ground with a ‘bang’, and it was torn apart in an instant.
“Situ Mo, you don’t have to make a pretence, it’s too fake.”
“Isn’t Nalanjing being shy to you?” Situ Mo’s face suddenly turned cold, and there was a trace of azure in his eyes, “We haven’t known each other for a long time, but my love for you is true, that kind of The feeling of a heartbeat is real!”
He stood up, his black robe unfolded like snow satin, his voice was cold but firm, he stretched out his hand to touch the place where his heart was, and said word by word seriously.
“I used to think I didn’t have a heart, because I was a Shura with no heart, no affection, and no love. But when I met you in the City of Holy Light, my heart beat for no reason…hehe… At that moment, I knew I had a heart!”
Although he hasn’t known her for a long time, and even though he hasn’t said a few words to her, his heart is beating for her so ridiculously!
He doesn’t even believe it himself!
But it’s the truth!
In the beginning, maybe he wanted to use her, use her to deal with Nalan Jing, but unfortunately his plan failed. When he went to secretly investigate everything about her, he was only affected by her talent, her intelligence, her calmness , was shocked.
Sometimes it only takes a second to fall in love with someone, and it only takes an instant to fall in love with someone!
And he was that moment…
There is no reason, even he himself can’t figure it out!
Hearing this, Mu Qianyue lowered her eyes, her dark pupils were filled with a trace of complexity, and no one could see the look in her eyes clearly.
A strange, alienated coldness erupted from the woman’s slender body.
The affection that surged in Situ Mo’s heart cooled down little by little. Her heart was filled with that man, and there was no place for him.
Outside the courtyard in the distance, there was a look of jealousy in one of his eyes, and he turned and left with hatred.
Mu Qianyue seemed to notice something, she looked up outside the courtyard, but she didn’t see a single figure, her brows furrowed almost indistinctly.
Situ Mo seemed to be in a mood of sadness and loss. He didn’t notice anything unusual, so he lightly threw the sentence “I’ll see you tomorrow” and turned away.
……
After Situ Mo left, a guardian walked in and said in a cold and ruthless voice, “The ghost master is summoned, hurry up and gather at the Hall of Pity.”
Ghost Lord Summons?
Mu Qianyue came back to her senses. This is the first time the ghost master has summoned him. Could it be that he has left?
With doubts, Mu Qianyue, Bru and the others followed the Shura protector into the Hall of Pity.
A middle-aged man wearing a black brocade robe sits on the tall Dan in the distance. The clothes, collar and sleeves are embroidered with complex and delicate and ancient patterns with gold thread, which looks majestic and exquisite abnormal.
His facial features are resolute and straight, and his appearance is not bad, but there is a hint of coldness between his eyebrows, and the black robe that adds a bit of bloodthirsty and coldness.
In his arms lies a seductive woman, with her shoulders half exposed, revealing her fair and attractive skin. Her black hair is combed into a delicate bun, and her head is full of dazzling jade hairpins. .
Situ Mo stood aside with a calm and cold expression.
Mu Qianyue’s eyes narrowed, and her eyes swept across the man on the Dan Ma. It seemed that he was the ghost master of the Netherworld, and there was no one else except him who could sit in that position!
Only, she felt a strong jealousy and hatred.
Strange, when she first came here, apart from Situ Mo and Si Ming, she didn’t know anyone, and she didn’t have any enemies. How could there be jealousy and hatred?
He frowned slightly, that breath…
That look from outside the hospital just now!
Looking up, she saw the woman in the ghost master’s arms raised her head, staring at her coldly, her lips curled into a seductive, bloodthirsty coldness.
The Nether Ghost Lord’s eyes lifted slightly, swept over the twelve figures of His Highness, and asked in a dignified and careless tone, “These are the twelve Asura Kings selected this time?”
“Report to Lord Ghost Master, yes.” The Dharma Protector bowed his hands respectfully and replied.
“Well, yes, they are much stronger than those last time.” Nether Ghost Lord nodded.
“Hmph, what’s the matter, it’s not the same as it is, it’s boring to look at it.” The woman in his arms snorted in disdain, suddenly screamed, pointed at Mu Qianyue and said in surprise, “Huh? Why is there a woman here? It’s really strange, there were no women among the twelve Shura kings in the past! I didn’t expect a female Shura king to appear this time!”
“En?” The ghost master of the Netherworld suddenly twitched his brows, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he sat up from the top of the alchemy, staring at Mu Qianyue with gloomy and doubtful eyes.
He actually felt that person’s breath on her! !
“Who are you? Where are you from?” The ghost master of the Netherworld asked coldly, a terrifying chill emanating from his body.
Mu Qianyue was startled in her heart, but her face was calm, and she replied lightly, “The little one’s name is Mu Qianyue, from Rakshasa City…”
“Rakshasa City? I don’t seem to have seen you before.” The woman leaned on the Nether Ghost Lord’s shoulders with a charming expression, exhaled like a blue orchid, and asked faintly.
The Nether Ghost Lord’s eyes narrowed suddenly.
Before Mu Qianyue could speak, Situ Mo’s calm, water-like voice sounded softly, “There are thousands of Rakshasa in Rakshasa City, it’s not surprising that you haven’t seen Concubine Mei. It is normal for Jiuyoumen to not understand the situation of Rakshasa City.”
Hearing this, the ghost master of the Netherworld looked up at Situ Mo, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, “Mo’er, do you know her?”
“Master Huigui, yes, she is my friend.” Situ Mo said neither arrogantly nor humble.
“Oh? I didn’t expect Mo’er to have friends too.” Nether Ghost Master narrowed his eyes, and his eyes as sharp as an eagle fell on Mu Qianyue again.