Shi Youmi!
The moment Li Ji uttered her description, Ming Qiancheng immediately thought of Shi Youmi.
Thinking of Mo Shisheng now in Shi Youmi's hands, Ming Qiancheng's dark eyes were cold and deep, making him unfathomable.
A chill ran through the air, and Li Ji sensed the seriousness of the situation. She frowned slightly, lowered her eyes, and remained silent.
Night falls.
When Ming Qiancheng arrived at Shi Youmi's palace, he glanced around but did not find that figure.
His intentions were too obvious. Shi Youmi chuckled, "I didn't expect Your Highness to get the news so quickly."
"Why are you leaving her here with you?"
Ming Qiancheng strode up to Shi Youmi, looking down at her with a wicked smirk, his tone slightly cold, "Don't tell me you intend to harm her?"
Upon hearing this, Shi Youmi lazily rose, the light veil on her shoulders slipping down slightly, revealing a few inches of her fair skin. "Does Your Highness think I shouldn't have laid a hand on her?"
“Your affairs are none of her business.”
The man's narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes flashed with a strange light. "She is my true love, and you still want to harm her?"
"Your Highness can rest assured, she won't be killed."
Shi Youmi smiled. "Even if her soul were to be scattered, she could be reborn. Has Your Highness forgotten the blood flowing in her veins?"
"Fine, go ahead."
Suddenly, the man's lips curled slightly, a nonchalant smile emanating from his eyes. After saying these words, he turned and left.
Watching Ming Qiancheng's figure disappear into the distance, Shi Youmi withdrew her gaze, pulled up the light veil that had slipped off her shoulder, and got up to walk towards the bed.
She might not have any immediate plans to harm Mo Shisheng, but things are unpredictable; perhaps she'll change her mind the next second?
Meanwhile, Mo Shisheng was taken by Liang Yu to the room next to Shi Youmi's. The door was locked from the outside, and the room immediately fell silent.
Mo Shisheng sat gently on the bed, leaning against the cold wall. Thinking that she was now in the Demon Realm, a faint mockery appeared on her lips.
“Sheng Sheng”.
Xie's lazy, deep voice rang out, slightly pulling Mo Shisheng back to reality. "When I was about to break through to the seventh level, I found that there was an obstacle preventing me from breaking through."
"What obstacle?"
Mo Shisheng gently slid down onto the bed, pulled the blanket up to cover herself, and was instantly enveloped in warmth.
"The energy that's been suppressed within you," Xie paused, then continued, "is perhaps related to your regaining your memories, which is why I can't break through to the seventh level for the time being."
"..."
Memories?
Mo Shisheng lowered her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes gently veiling the dim candlelight, making her look as if she were asleep.
After a long while, she gently opened her lips, not using her mental power to convey anything, but rather making a sound, very soft, like a feather falling on the water.
"It won't be long."
...
It didn't take long for Mo Shisheng to regain her memories. In the middle of the night, Liang Yu dragged her into the cold dungeon.
When the hard rope pierced through her shoulder blade with a piercing pain, Mo Shisheng's face turned slightly pale, but she stubbornly endured it without uttering a sound.
Shi Youmi walked slowly to Mo Shisheng, reached out her nail-painted hand and gently touched her wound, then brought it to her nose to sniff, a satisfied smile blooming on her lips, "You really do smell sweet."
Mo Shisheng remained silent as a series of images flashed through her mind, too fast for her to grasp.
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