Chapter 295
Lingluo: "Hurry! The rain is so heavy, if we wipe away Her Majesty's aura, it will be too late!"
Linlang remained silent, but the silver light cluster rushed forward even faster.
Yuehui occasionally glanced back at Suisui, who was being carried by the rabbit.
The palace was in chaos, and she was worried that something might happen to Sui Sui, so she forced the rabbit to take Sui Sui with her.
The rabbit chased after the three of them, with Sui Sui, which he had wrapped in cloth out of disgust, on its shoulder.
In this urgent situation, Yuehui initially asked him to stay and protect the woman, but he refused.
If he doesn't go when his benefactor is in danger, then what is the point of him traveling thousands of miles to search for his benefactor's whereabouts?
Both sides compromised, with Yuehui agreeing not to force him to return to this woman's body for a hundred years before he would take her with him.
Recalling his first meeting with this woman, Rabbit felt a surge of disgust.
Although its benefactor is here, it was actually guided here to awaken another person's memory, ultimately leading to his death!
He only remembered this later when he met his true benefactor.
As a result, every time he saw Sui Sui, he felt malice towards her.
Fortunately, our benefactor was indeed here.
The rabbit stared at the three figures ahead, gritting its teeth and desperately chasing after them.
"Faster! Faster!" He felt uneasy for some reason, as if something big was about to happen, but all he could do at that moment was urge himself on.
Sui Sui was already so frightened that her eyes were glazed over and she didn't utter a sound.
On the other side, Ling Wu lowered her eyes to examine a small wisp of black mist swirling around her fingertips. The black mist restrained itself and remained at the very tip of her fingertips.
With the slightest movement of her fingertips, the black mist flowed along with it. Although it was devoid of light, it showed no malice towards her; on the contrary, it even exuded a sense of vitality.
This was a wisp of light that Yingyi separated when she disappeared behind Yong Wang, used to communicate with her.
Shadow One and the Black Mist were of one mind. When he sensed the Black Mist's feelings, a hint of helplessness appeared on his face behind his mask.
He frowned, inwardly rebuking the black mist for acting cautiously, but the black mist continued to give him feedback of its own emotions.
—"Happy," "Like," "Smells good"
--"forever"
He could understand the rest, but what did the last sentence mean?
While pondering, he felt an inexplicable urge to leave this place!
When Prince Yong finished playing his flute, the sound of his flute did not carry due to the heavy rain outside. His face showed no disappointment, only calmness. "Miss Su, what do you think of my flute playing?"
"It's acceptable," Ling Wu replied truthfully.
Speaking of the sound of the xiao (a type of vertical flute), she had once heard Bai Chang play a tune. On that day, all the ghosts in the underworld wailed and cried, refusing to be reincarnated, each praying to return to the human world so that they could see their beloved one more time.
The underworld officials were much the same, which caused great chaos in the underworld.
Afterwards, the underworld was only restored to order after being suppressed with swift and decisive measures.
After that, Bai Chang was forbidden from playing the flute in the underworld.
Thinking of this, Ling Wu couldn't hide the smile on her lips. The smile was different from her previous gentleness; it was a gentleness that went straight to her bones.
Prince Yong was stunned by the smile and it took him a long time to recover. When he lowered his head again, he felt a ticklish heat on his ear.
It turns out that someone really did just smile and want to hand over the city.
"Not bad..." Prince Yong chuckled, "It's just a pity that I won't be able to practice anymore, otherwise I might have heard your praise."
Outside the house, the sound of torrential rain drowned out the outside disturbances. Mortals and demons were no match for each other, and the three dumplings poured out their cultivation in their hands.
"Go and inform the master immediately!"
"Who goes there? State your name!"
The three women covered their faces completely, and apart from their exposed eyes and their slender figures that could only be women, nothing could be seen through them.
Linlang didn't say anything, but with a wave of her hand, she knocked the person who was about to tip off the person unconscious.
Lingluo put her hands on her hips and said, "Why ask who I am? Do mortals like to make their enemies announce their names when they fight? Fine, fine, when in Rome, do as the Romans do."
The woman's voice was charming as she raised a finger and pointed, causing a surge of red light to appear. "Naturally, it's the one who will take your lives!"
"Do not harm mortal lives!" Yuehui instructed.
Linglu pouted, "I know, but it sounds more imposing! Besides, I only intended to give him a small punishment anyway, since he smiled so lewdly at the Empress this afternoon!"
The relentless downpour and continuous thunder obscured everything, yet the three women remained completely dry.
The rabbit had already arrived; he sniffed it lightly and then frowned.
Why do I feel like there's a familiar aura of the same kind?
The rabbit straightened its back, quickly hid the tassel, and then rushed over to where Lingwu was, one step ahead of the three dumplings.
Before they could even get close, they were blocked by several masked men dressed in dark clothes.
Upon seeing this, the rabbit Hongyu's pupils contracted.
He remembered who that familiar aura belonged to—it was the man who had bound his limbs!
He's a demon too!
Blocking the rescue efforts... This man in black betrayed his benefactor!
He had mistakenly thought the man was his benefactor's subordinate, which was why he hadn't sought revenge!
The black-clad men, who looked exactly alike, remained silent, raising their daggers and heading towards the rabbit!
The rabbit's red pupils swirled with crimson light, and a few raindrops fell onto its snow-white robe.
"Although I am merely a manifestation of my cultivation, I am not someone that can be stopped by any random clone."
At that very moment, inside the house.
The black mist at Ling Wu's fingertips conveyed an ambiguous emotion.
It seemed like a mixture of anxiety and disgust.
But this disgust wasn't directed at her; it came from anxiety...
The black cat appeared out of thin air the next moment!
Prince Yong was not frightened. He gripped the jade flute tightly, his already pale face now almost transparent.
"Meow~" the black cat whispered, as if it had sensed something was wrong. It leaped a few steps to Ling Wu's side, its dark green, calm eyes filled with murderous intent towards the Prince Yong.
The black mist at her fingertips conveyed a message to Ling Wu—"Leave."
Ling Wu refused, "Ying Yi, let's wait a little longer." If this problem isn't dealt with, it will only become a bigger problem later.
"Meow~" Okay.
Prince Yong ignored the black cat and instead frowned at Ling Wu, reminding her, "Don't make deals with demons."
He gripped the jade flute tightly, as if recalling many unpleasant memories.
Meanwhile, amidst the torrential rain outside, a giant python slowly raised its head in the downpour.
It has two tiny, almost negligible horns on its head, and its cold, vertical pupils are chilling!
The loud noise made the rabbit and Shadow Clone stop fighting. His animal instincts made him want to turn around and leave immediately!
But our benefactor is still here!
He gritted his teeth and, ignoring the obstruction of Shadow One's clone, tried to rush into the house.
She looked up and met Lingluo's pair of golden vertical pupils, her breath catching in her throat. "This is..."
"This giant python wants to undergo tribulation and transform into a dragon!" Yuehui's voice trembled.
With a cold expression, Linlang transformed into a silver meteor and rushed towards the place where Lingwu's aura was abundant.
For once, Lingluo was quick-witted. "This giant python wants to absorb the Empress's spiritual power to help itself survive the heavenly tribulation! Quickly, save the Empress!"
They can cultivate their spiritual power again if they lose it, but if the Empress's spiritual power is taken away immediately, she will die!
This is why they have persisted for more than ten years, only collecting a little bit of their spiritual power each night.
Moreover, if this giant python were to attempt to transcend its tribulation, the Empress would be completely obliterated by the heavenly lightning!
In the house
Prince Yong gripped his jade flute tightly, his face bitter. "Don't make a deal with demons, otherwise... you'll never be able to extricate yourself."
"I'm sorry, I've dragged you into this."
As he spoke, he raised the jade flute in his hand, preparing to smash it.
"Wait a minute." Ling Wu's voice rang out in an unquestionable tone.
Through the window, Ling Wu saw the giant python that had risen from the ground as he spoke.
The Prince of Yong was stopped by the voice that was trying to stop him. He looked back at Ling Wu and asked her what she meant with his eyes.
“You can withdraw; it’s not a threat yet.” Ling Wu stopped sitting and stood up. Her blue skirt was intricately patterned. She met those golden vertical pupils through the window.
Give me your xiao (vertical flute).
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