Ming Beiya stood there for a long time before finally taking a step towards the location of Ming Qiancheng's palace.
Since it was nothing serious, he certainly couldn't be negligent in the slightest. However, because he was all too familiar with Shi Youmi's methods, Ming Beiya couldn't just rush over like that.
After he left, Lingya slowly emerged from the shadows. As dusk fell, she stood with her back to the moonlight, her face bathed in darkness, making it impossible to discern her expression.
She raised her hand to cover her chest, a pale smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She had heard everything Ming Beiya and Gui Su had said.
A thousand years ago, she discovered the unbreakable bond between Ming Beiya and Beiya by chance. So she went to great lengths to get close to Beiya. Fortunately, she was also from the Divine Realm, so Beiya did not guard against her.
She was much older than Bei Ya, and she knew perfectly well that if Ming Bei Ya became the Demon Emperor, she would possess immense power.
So from the moment she got close to Beiya, she began to scheme.
After finally causing Bei Ya's soul to be completely destroyed, she naturally kept half of Bei Ya's primordial spirit within her body. Her weak body was also caused by keeping Bei Ya's primordial spirit; this spirit was too powerful and constantly backfired on her.
This is why Ming Beiya is so determined to protect her, because she contains half of Beiya's primordial spirit. Only when half of the primordial spirit returns to its rightful place can Mo Shisheng regain Beiya's memories.
Northern Sprout, Northern Teeth, Spirit Sprout...
Her name wasn't originally Lingya; it was simply because of Beiya. And Ming Beiya even abandoned the name that symbolized her identity as a prince of the demon realm because of Beiya.
Beiya, why did you come back...?
In the shadows, Lingya's gaze gradually darkened. Her face was as pale as a sheet of paper, and she clutched her chest, breathing heavily.
It was as if he would die immediately if he couldn't catch his next breath.
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North Hall.
Mo Shisheng was in a daze and had no idea how long she had been locked up here.
She groggily opened her eyes because her throat was parched. Liangyu was standing in front of her, a cold smile on his face, holding a porcelain bowl in his hand. "Are you very thirsty?"
Mo Shisheng narrowed her eyes and glanced at her indifferently. Enduring the excruciating pain in her body, she leaned against the wall, exuding a lazy and noble aura, as if she were in a magnificent palace rather than this cold dungeon.
"You're stubborn as a mule!"
Liangyu, holding the bowl, forcefully splashed water at Mo Shisheng. Water droplets flowed down her dark hair onto her pale face. She raised her eyebrows slightly, but still showed no intention of speaking.
Seeing Mo Shisheng's appearance, Liangyu remembered Shi Youmi's instructions. She immediately took out a pair of blood jade bracelets, slowly squatted down, and handed them to Mo Shisheng, waving them in the air. "Do you recognize these?"
The blood jade bracelet has excellent composition, is smooth and lustrous, and has no impurities visible, making it of superior quality.
A picture flashed through my mind: two figures standing under a big tree, the orange light of dusk stretching their shadows long, their shadows intertwined.
"Keep this safe. When I come to find you in the future, don't lose it."
"Okay, then you can't go back on your word."
"Of course, I am a prince of the Demon Realm, and I would never break my promise."
"I'm waiting for you."
"..."
The memory of the headache suddenly surged like a tidal wave, bringing the pain to its peak...
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