Ming Luo never thought that she would suffer so much inhuman treatment. Since coming to the Suma Continent, although she was always in danger, she always had Ye Zhihan to protect her. Except for a few times when she was seriously injured and had no way to escape, she basically did not suffer any hardship.
Now Mingluo finally understood the meaning of the term "troubled times". The Suma Continent was a chaotic world where demons were rampant. Killing, abuse, torture, and looting were all child's play.
Mingluo sneered and understood.
Seeing the inappropriate smile on Mingluo's face, the maid from the Hui family who was changing Mingluo's clothes paused, then continued to swiftly strip off all of Mingluo's clothes, and put on a clean white dress for women from the Hui family.
Although the maid didn't understand why she had to change the clothes of a serious criminal thrown on the altar, she had no choice but to obey the master's order. After changing clothes, the maid's footsteps became increasingly distant, and in the distance, she could hear the voices of a man and a woman talking.
After Mingluo drank the medicine, the pain in his body seemed to ease and he finally woke up from his drowsiness.
She opened her eyes, and the colorful clouds in the sky under the setting sun filled her pupils. The unpredictable clouds in the sky were dyed a red gold by the setting sun.
Mingluo reluctantly sat up, and she realized that she was on a high platform with hundreds of tightly fitted steps below. Not far from the platform was the main residence of the Hui family. The gray high walls were just like Mingluo's gloomy mood.
Ming Luo rubbed her thighs and stumbled to her feet. Her snow-white dress was blown up by the cool breeze, and the flying hems of her skirt outlined the girl's curvy figure. The setting sun stretched her graceful curves into long shadows, extending all the way to the edge of the platform.
Ming Luo tried to mobilize the spiritual energy in his body to circulate his true qi, but a cold and sinister male voice came from behind him: "I advise you not to practice qigong on the altar."
Looking back, Huijian Zhizheng was staring at Mingluo with a smile on his face, his eyes expressionless. The setting sun shone on him, casting a soft warm yellow glow on him, but it made him seem even more incompatible with the word warmth.
Different from Ye Zhihan's cold and stern appearance and inner softness, Hui Jianzhi exudes a creepy darkness that is consistent inside and out.
The waitress said that as soon as the girl regained consciousness, she sneered and allowed herself to be manipulated and changed. Normally, a girl caught in such a place and suffering would cry and whine, but Mingluo inexplicably sneered? Hui Jianzhi, curious, came up to take a look, but unexpectedly caught her practicing her skills.
The girl in front of him was bathed in the rosy glow of the sunset, her hair flying, her skirt fluttering, her eyebrows dark and her eyes bright, her dark eyes as lively as a deer, her pale lips tightly pursed, her seemingly slender figure showing graceful curves in the night breeze.
She was clearly standing on the Hui family altar, but it was as if she was standing on the top of a snowy mountain. She looked docile and weak, but in fact she was unruly. This girl had a stubbornness in her bones, especially her eyes, which were as smart as a fairy, and could captivate people in an instant.
The girl's beautiful appearance was reflected in Huijianzhi's eyes, and he was distracted for a moment. He had been defeated by Mingluo twice, and this was the first time he had a good look at this unusual girl.
In a trance, he felt that Mingluo fit the Hui family women's dresses so well. The three words "outstanding", "elegant" and "beautiful" popped up in Hui Jianzhi's mind one after another.
Hui Jianzhi laughed at himself, erasing those inexplicable thoughts, and said: "This is the altar of our tribe. You are not of our race. If you practice power here, you will be harmed."
Ming Luo stared at Hui Jianzhi, opened his mouth, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What did you just give me to eat?"
After she finished speaking, she began to cough violently, and a fishy-sweet taste came out of her dry throat.
"They are just some life-saving herbs. After all, you are different from us cultivators. Your body... is too weak." Hui Jianzhi spoke slowly, but every word was like a needle piercing Ming Luo.
Too weak?
Could it be that Huijianzhi knows that Mingluo is a human?
Mingluo took two steps back and swung a weak lightning bolt that hit Huijianzhi painlessly. At the same time, she kept calling the little tiger in her sea of consciousness, but the little tiger had fallen into a deep sleep due to excessive consumption and could not be awakened at this time.
"Cough, cough, cough, cough!" Ming Luo coughed violently again, spitting out a pool of blood. As expected, the altar had backfired. Bright red blood dripped onto his white clothes, like dazzling blooms of blood. The stain of blood also made Ming Luo's pale face become enchanting.
Hui Jianzhi looked at Mingluo with interest, walked up to her and handed her a handkerchief that smelled of tea. He was a mysophobe and never shared things with others, but he was willing to give his handkerchief to Mingluo.
Mingluo didn't answer. He just roughly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, spat out a mouthful of blood, and questioned Huijianzhi: "What do you want to do?"
"Don't worry, after tonight, you will know everything." Huijian Zhi said softly, his deep eyes full of determination to win.
As night falls, dark clouds cover the bright moon, the air is filled with a suffocating dampness, and a heavy rain seems to be about to come.
Hui Jianzhi left Mingluo alone on the altar. There were heavy guards outside the altar. The weak Mingluo could not use her spiritual power. She could not fly away relying only on her human body.
Hui Jianzhi has Ming Luo under his control. As long as he can catch Ming Luo, he is not afraid of her escaping.
Mingluo sat on the steps, looking towards the main residence of the Hui family. A soft, dim light emanated from the high walls, making it look like a quiet country town.
Nearing midnight, Ming Luo curled up on the steps and dozed off, with her collar tied up to block the strong wind. Although her colorful skirt protected her body, the strong wind still made her face hurt.
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