Shangguan Yunxi became the pillar of support for the siblings, constantly comforting the little ones, especially Bai Ziming, who cried his eyes out, worried that he had become a disaster and that his mother would be angry and abandon him if his older brother didn't come back.
The little guy has his own little schemes. He finally managed to get a decent meal from his mother, but it's all his older brother's fault for scaring him.
Shangguan Yichen sneezed. The young boy stood alone, his brows slightly furrowed, his expression grave...
Two stories unfolded, each telling its own tale. Mo Qingcheng glared fiercely at Yun Lei, thinking, "You brat, just you wait, I'll make you stay and protect the children. You absolutely refuse to betray me, which is completely out of character for you."
Yunlei was inwardly distressed. His master had given the order; he dared not disobey. "Lady Mo, you've misunderstood me..."
Outside the courtyard stands an ancient, unnamed tree, towering into the clouds with lush foliage—a perfect hiding place.
Hu Lai and Yun Lei were dumbfounded when they saw Mo Qingcheng dart up to the top of the ancient tree.
The young woman showed no aura; she simply crawled away?
I don't believe you for a second!
Something's strange!
The plague in Yan Family Village is strange. Mo Qingcheng took a liking to the courtyard with the ancient tree at first glance, wanting to find out the truth. A voice in her heart said, "Don't be wrong."
In a short while, two groups of people arrived from the east and west respectively, their numbers roughly equal. One group was dressed in black, and the other in white.
Mo Qingcheng curled her lips, waiting to see what would happen. It would be quite nice to create some minor trouble while the two groups were locked in a fierce battle.
I'm just killing time anyway. Don't you know I have a terrible temper when I wake up?
Unbeknownst to both sides, the witch instructor had taken notice of them.
Hu Lai and Yun Lei exchanged a glance, their eyes widening. Wearing white at night—wasn't that just like trying to hide something obvious?
In a flash of inspiration, three words appeared in Mo Qingcheng's mind: White Moon Cult.
Good heavens, is it targeting the original owner?
Really? The White Moon Cult and the Mohist School have always kept to themselves, and the Eighth Elder, Mo Chuyue, and the leader of the White Moon Cult, Bai Yingyue, had a deeply unforgettable love affair...
Tsk tsk, my thoughts have wandered off, what do I do?
Um?
Mo Qingcheng's gaze turned slightly cold. The leader of the White Moon Sect looked exactly like the Eighth Elder's rival in love, and the vice leader of the White Moon Sect.
Hehe, since you're here, I'll give you a gift later. You're welcome.
"Kill without mercy!" A cold voice boomed through the night sky.
Before the man in black could escape, he was instantly killed by two women from the White Moon Cult.
On the ancient tree, Hu Lai and Yun Lei slipped and almost fell to the ground.
A white figure flashed by and disappeared in the blink of an eye, arriving beneath the ancient tree: "Who?"
not good!
Mo Qingcheng suppressed the urge to punch someone; they were more trouble than they were worth...
A packet of colorless and odorless powder was scattered all over the white figure.
"Ah!" A moment later, the woman in white screamed and covered her face with her hands. Immediately afterward, a broken bird's nest smashed down on her head.
Hu Lai felt excruciating pain in his heart, liver, and lungs, and reached out to stuff a pill into Yun Lei's mouth.
The two stared at each other, holding their breath, cursing inwardly, "Damn little wench, why aren't you leaving?"
"Useless!" The leader of the White Moon Cult glanced at him coldly and went inside in the blink of an eye.
"Your subordinate deserves to die!" In the darkness, the woman in white trembled, closed her eyes, and turned into dust.
Even though Hu Lai is a man of many experiences, seeing this scene was like a devastating blow to his heart.
Yun Lei clenched his fists, his master's formidable rival...
Mo Qingcheng didn't even frown. The White Moon Cult wore white robes and did shady things; they were secretly bribed by the Queen of the Underworld...
wrong!
Mo Qingcheng narrowed her cold eyes; they were coming for her...
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