Bai Ziming coughed up blood, Mu Wanqing coughed, and alarm bells rang in Mo Qingcheng's mind. What exactly was this gray-robed old monster? It seemed to be able to see their existence without any obstacles in space.

That's terrifying!

Just in case, Mo Qingcheng waved and sent the two little ones into the bomb shelter, repeatedly instructing them not to leave without her permission.

The two little ones realized the seriousness of the situation and nodded repeatedly, admitting they were holding their mother back.

The gray-clad monster searched around, but the fragrant scent had vanished without a trace.

hateful!

Who stole his prey?

The gray-clad monster was undeterred and continued its search. Mo Qingcheng closed her eyes tightly, emptied her mind, and merged her entire aura with that of the interstellar farm.

Half an hour later, the gray-clad monster left dejectedly, but before leaving, he left behind a wisp of gray mist, appearing and disappearing. As soon as that fragrant scent appeared, he would know it immediately.

Mo Qingcheng's palpitations gradually subsided, and she breathed a sigh of relief. After discussing with Farmer, she asked him to eliminate the aura of his bloodline, open the water curtain, and after observing for a while, she realized that it was almost identical to the aura of the gray-clothed monster. She then flashed out of the space and headed straight for the palace.

Perhaps because of the incident in Yuncheng, the palace is not so easy to enter; one must have a household registration in the palace to enter.

Mo Qingcheng's face darkened. Was this someone guarding against her?

Ha, so you think you can't enter the palace just because of that?

Half an hour later, Mo Qingcheng changed her clothes, took the new household registration book, and helped a pale-faced old woman to the city gate.

Before long, they arrived at Mo Qingcheng and the old woman's place.

"What are you dawdling for? Hurry up and hand over the household registration!" The guards holding long whips were anything but friendly.

"Cough cough... Your Excellency..." The old woman's hands trembled as she took the household registration book out of her bosom and handed it to the guard in charge.

The guards on the city wall frowned slightly, staring intently at Mo Qingcheng: "Guards, this person's identity is acceptable, take her away."

"I'm innocent, sir! My little sixth son has never left the house. Cough cough..." The old woman's heart-wrenching cough came from behind.

A group of guards rushed up and surrounded Mo Qingcheng.

Mo Qingcheng, her face filled with panic, clung tightly to the old woman's sleeve: "Mother, save me, save me!"

"Waaah... Sir, my little Liu isn't a bad child..."

"roll!"

"Bang!"

"ah--"

The old woman was shoved by the guard and rolled a long way before falling to the ground on her backside, motionless, her fate unknown.

Mo Qingcheng's face turned deathly pale, and she trembled all over: "I...I'm not a bad person...Waaah..."

"Take him away!" The head guard's eyes flashed with greed. "Take him to the deputy city lord."

Haha, as long as the deputy city lord is happy, he won't have to endure the wind and rain every day anymore, and he can reach the pinnacle of his life.

Mo Qingcheng was taken away by a group of people with tears streaming down her face, which made the people of the palace at the city gate sigh with emotion.

Everyone knows that the deputy city lord is a lecherous scoundrel. Over the years, relying on the city lord's backing, he has acted recklessly, causing great suffering to the common people.

Alas... Heaven have mercy, such a fine child, after a trip to the deputy city lord, he'll probably go in upright and come out horizontal.

"Cry, cry as much as you want, or you probably won't be able to cry anymore." A guard frowned slightly, his eyes flashing with pity as he glanced at Mo Qingcheng before turning away expressionlessly.

Mo Qingcheng's sobbing abruptly stopped. Was she crying?

Who knows who will be crying their heart out in a moment?