After the siblings got into the car, Su Ziyu asked with a smile, "Sister, you didn't take the blue crystal stone with you. Did you take the 'things' inside?"

Purple eyes looked at him: "What is it?"

"Hey, do you think I'm stupid? It's just a fragment of spiritual consciousness!"

"The boy is really getting better and better."

"Hehe, thank you for the compliment, sister! I'll keep working hard!"

"Little guy."

Suddenly, someone knocked on the car window.

The car window automatically lowered, and Su Yao looked at the man in the suit. He had a poker face and said sternly, "Director Su, Director Wen of the Wen Mansion would like to invite you over."

Zi Mou glanced at the text message. It was from an unfamiliar mobile phone number. The content read: Su Yao, did you get a surprise when you came to the wonton shop?

I couldn't help but think of the anonymous text message two hours ago: The wonton shop near the People's Hospital tastes very good, you might as well try it.

She was also a little curious. Wen Wushang had a keen sense of smell and knew the whereabouts of the spiritual fragments three times in a row.

"Wen is a kind man."

…

Forty minutes later, the G-Class stopped outside the Wen Mansion. Su Yao got out of the car alone, and Su Ziyu did not go with him.

There was a dead silence and coldness inside the Wen Mansion.

She walked alone through the courtyard, across the garden overgrown with poisonous flowers and weeds. The fragrance was like silk threads, and the poisonous miasma was lingering, as if she was in a fantasy world.

After walking through the winding corridor, I finally stopped at the end of a corridor.

Not far ahead, a tall and upright man stood quietly with his back to her. His figure was cold and aloof, as silent as a sculpture.

He was wearing a black ducal suit, which was exquisitely tailored and embellished with dark gold embroidery in the details. It was complicated and low-key, making him look like the heir to the noble bloodline of the medieval royal family.

Her long black hair was loosely draped, with slightly curled ends reaching her waist, revealing her unruly and indifferent look.

Su Yao was ten meters away from him, with the corners of his lips slightly raised and a faint smile on his face.

"Wen Wushang, you're not wearing a mask this time?"

Hearing the sound, the man slowly turned around.

Under the light, his face gradually became clear.

The God-given beauty of mixed blood is fully reflected in him.

His facial features are delicate and three-dimensional, as clear and cold as if carved with a knife, and his deep contours reveal the sharpness and arrogance of Western nobles.

A pair of deep blue eyes, as deep as the abyss, seemed to be able to devour a person's soul, with a breathtaking sense of oppression.

He has a high nose bridge, slightly curved thin lips, cold white lips, and a wicked smile that does not hide the coldness.

His skin was so pale that it was almost transparent, and in the darkness he looked even more eerie, like a supreme demon king who was not affected by the mundane world.

The whole person is like an emperor in the darkness, noble and cruel.

If Liu Yuting's beauty is cold, restrained, and clear, then Wen Wushang's beauty is extremely cold and evil, dazzling and unparalleled, like a flower in the abyss. It is obviously extremely dangerous, but people can't help but fall for it.

As the Lord of the Demon Realm, his existence is a fatal temptation.

Wen Wushang's gaze swept across Su Yao, the corners of his lips raised, and his smile was nonchalant, both cold and lazy. His voice was low and hoarse, with an innate charm.

"Are you satisfied with what you see?"

His voice was smiling, but there was a hint of danger in it.

Su Yao's expression remained unchanged, his purple eyes were cold, and his tone was extremely calm: "Compared to Liu Yuting... it's still not as good."

When Liu Yuting in the dark heard this, his heart moved and a hint of surprise flashed across his green eyes.

However, the next moment.

Wen Wushang flicked his fingertips, and a willow leaf flew out from between his fingers without him noticing.

The willow leaves cut through the air, causing tiny ripples, and with a cold edge, they directly penetrated the barrier hidden in the darkness.

There was a slight cracking sound, and the barrier shattered.

Liu Yuting's figure appeared, his green eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of unruly smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his expression was calm and composed, as if he had expected it.

The deep blue eyes looked at Liu Yuting, the smile at the corner of his lips became more and more cold, and his eyes were as deep as the abyss.

"Liu Yuting, now that you're here... why are you still hiding?" He said in a low voice, his smile revealing a bloodthirsty look: "Do you really enjoy spying on Su Yao?"