After chatting with Xie for a while, Mo Shisheng told Xie to go and rest.
Now, Xie's fate is intertwined with hers; with her suffering such severe injuries, Xie's condition is naturally no better. After severing the mental connection in her mind, Mo Shisheng felt an overwhelming fatigue wash over her.
Too lazy to open her eyes, she leaned against the bed, her body slightly curled up, taking up only a third of the large bed. The large bed made her look even more delicate, and her pale face was pitiful.
After relieving himself in any random palace, Ming Qiancheng returned to Chenghuan Palace. Seeing that the palace door was not closed, he unconsciously slowed his pace.
As he walked from the door to the bedside, looking down at the girl's sleeping face, Ming Qiancheng stood by the bed for a while and found that Mo Shisheng was actually fast asleep; otherwise, she wouldn't have been sleeping so soundly even after he had been standing there for so long.
Mo Shisheng looked very well-behaved while sleeping, her face was pale, and her lips were a little dry. After discovering that the medicine on her body had been changed, her clothes had also been changed. Ming Qiancheng raised his eyebrows in surprise.
This girl always manages to give him unexpected surprises. She even managed to subdue a spoiled and arrogant woman like Li Ji. It seems we really can't underestimate this girl's abilities.
Oh……
Where is the host of the Demon Eye?
Ming Qiancheng was determined to have Mo Shisheng, not for any other reason than that she was the host chosen by the Demon Eye.
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The Demon Realm.
The Demon Realm was cold and icy, not much different from when Ming Beiya left ten years ago. When they arrived at a magnificent palace, Ming Beiya had Zhuque guard the door.
He entered the palace alone. The air was filled with a strange fragrance. An ordinary person would have been unable to bear the corrosive scent, but Ming Beiya walked in as if nothing had happened.
Ming Beiya changed back into his favorite black robe, his dark hair only half tied up, the rest of his long black hair hanging down his back, like a gentle breeze and a clear moon.
This fragrance, which would be deadly to others, was nothing more than a childhood staple for Ming Beiya.
The further into the inner hall one goes, the stronger the fragrance becomes, with a faint fishy smell mixed in; the two smells combined make one want to vomit.
Suddenly, the doors of the inner chamber swung open to both sides, and hundreds of poppies flew out. Each poppy had a sharp root that could pierce a person's heart; they were alluringly beautiful, yet deadly.
Ming Beiya walked calmly through the poppies, as if there was a transparent barrier around him, preventing the poppies from getting any closer to him and causing them all to fall to the ground.
The man's eyes were cold and indifferent. He stepped on the poppies, and the red juice stained the ground, as red as blood.
"Jinheng, you haven't come back to see me in a long time."
A woman's languid yet alluring voice came from the inner hall, followed by a rope flying out and striking Ming Beiya's face. He dodged to the side, and the woman seemed displeased with Ming Beiya's actions.
She sighed softly, "Jinheng, you should know the consequences of disobeying me."
Ming Beiya remained unmoved, his face cold, his gaze indifferently fixed on the palace door.
"I know you're not afraid of me, but Jinheng, that girl is really beautiful. Her blood must be sweet, right?" The woman's voice continued softly, with a hint of nonchalance but a subtle threat.
"If you touch her, I'll make sure you die a horrible death."
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