"Little Tiger, let's go into the Spirit Tribe!" Ming Luo sat up straight like a carp, dusted off his body and stood up.

"Master, that person may not be Lord Ye, and it is too risky for us to rush in directly." The little tiger frowned, looking hesitant.

Among the six major forces in the Suma Continent, the Elven Clan occupies the largest area and has the richest species. There are countless spirits here, most of whom are advanced by absorbing spiritual power from plants. There are many talented people. Although the Elven Clan is not good at fighting, they are particularly good at reconnaissance and defense.

If Mingluo and Xiao Lao Hu rashly entered this place, they would probably be discovered by the spirits before they even set foot in. Moreover, this place must be jointly guarded by the demons. The combined strength of the demons and spirits should not be underestimated.

Ming Luo sneered, recalling the unstoppable scene when the demons and spirits invaded the Dragon Palace and burned the Lingkong Realm home to ashes. He said, "Do I, at the Shenyong Realm, have to be afraid of the spirits?"

"It's not that I'm afraid, but I have to be cautious. This place is different from the Hui family. After all, this is the territory of the spirit race, which is equivalent to an entire country, not a family. If a person goes against the entire country in someone else's country, you are still physically disabled, and it will definitely be difficult for you to fight against the majority." The little tiger persuaded seriously, his big head looking silly.

Seeing the cute expression on the little tiger's face when he was worried, Ming Luo relaxed a little, raised the corner of his mouth and asked, "Were you my military advisor in the past?"

The little tiger shyly turned his head away and said, "Master, you are too kind. I am just a mount, but I am the smartest mount in the world!"

As he spoke, the little tiger raised his head proudly, and the thick golden fur on his chest fluttered in the wind, making him look very majestic.

Ming Luo looked at the black figure in the distance that looked very similar to Ye Zhihan, patted the little tiger's head, and said, "Then I'll listen to you. We won't charge in directly. Let's disguise ourselves and go first."

As soon as she finished speaking, Mingluo immediately took action. She flew to the trickling stream, washed the dirt and dried blood off her face, and used her hands dipped in water to smooth her silver hair.

Ming Luo looked at the slender reflection in the stream and couldn't help being lost in thought. The girl in front of him was stunningly beautiful, with silver hair like snow, a face like jade, and a figure as weak and helpless as a willow branch. Was she still the same as before?

In the past, Ming Luo's black hair only reached her shoulders. Although her skin was plain, it was a normal yellowish-white complexion, and her eyes were also pitch black. Now she looks like a perfect woman who walked out of a comic book, and doesn't look like a real person.

"Oh..." Ming Luo sighed softly. In the past, she definitely wanted to become beautiful, but now she just wanted to be the ordinary, carefree girl she used to be, the little girl who pestered her mother every day.

"Mom..." Tears welled up in Mingluo's eyes again. She hurriedly scooped up some water and poured it on her cheeks, washing her face clean and holding back her tears.

"Master, what should we do with your clothes? You are not wearing shoes." The little tiger transformed into an ordinary puppy, looking like a small and cute pastoral dog.

Indeed, Mingluo is now covered in blood-stained clothes and can no longer wear them no matter what. If he can't find his shoes, he might as well not wear them.

Ming Luo rummaged through the shadow space and took out a dress embroidered with wisteria flowers. This was the first gift Ye Zhihan gave her. It was a dress he had altered himself. She had wanted to keep it as a treasure, but she didn't expect that she would have to take it out now for emergency use.

She changed into the familiar lavender dress, and Ye Zhihan had added light gauze to the hem and cuffs, which made her look very charming. Unfortunately, Mingluo was now too thin, and her slender body could not support the shape of the dress.

"Let's go." Ming Luo raised his hand, raised his silver hair high, and tied it into a high ponytail full of energy.

It is not difficult to join the spirit race. Mingluo has always been trained in plant-based skills, and was initially regarded as an insignificant little tree demon by others. Now she only needs to put away her spiritual energy and murderous aura and disguise herself as a wisteria flower demon.

Ming Luo held the little tiger in his arms and hurried into the spirit tribe's market. Unconsciously, a faint floral fragrance emanated from his body.

Her appearance quickly attracted the attention of a group of spirit demons. Two demons who were sitting in the teahouse drinking tea and chatting, pretended to drink tea while glancing at Mingluo and whispered to each other:

"The little demon is becoming more and more beautiful nowadays."

"The fragrance on her body clearly shows that she is a flower demon. It's only natural that flower demons are born beautiful."

"That's right, this little devil is so pretty that even the most beautiful courtesan in the city wouldn't want to be with her."

"Why, did you go to see the courtesan and buy some wine last night?"

"Don't talk nonsense. I have a Rafflesia at home. If she hears it, it will kill me."

As they spoke, the two of them began to drink happily again, while the little demons at the next table were discussing more intensely:

"If you ask me, this girl should be more beautiful than the married Princess Mingyue."

"How can they be compared? Princess Mingyue is the most beautiful of our spirit race. Even though this little demon is pretty, she has not yet reached the princess's stunning beauty."

"Have you ever met Princess Mingyue in person?"

"No, but I've seen her portrait!"

"You haven't even seen the princess herself, so how do you know this little demon isn't as pretty as Princess Mingyue?"

"This girl is pretty, but she's too thin. She looks so shriveled and lifeless!"

The waiter brought tea and snacks to the table and quickly persuaded them, "Princess Mingyue is getting married today and will definitely pass by our place. Then everyone will be able to see the princess and see who is more beautiful."

After the waiter finished speaking, everyone in the teahouse began to look forward to Princess Mingyue's wedding again. They came to the teahouse early today to drink tea, just to occupy a good position to see the princess's face.

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