Mingyue's assassination attempt caused a sensation. Zuixianlou was ordered to close down, the Dengwen Conference was suspended for three days, and the whole city was investigating Ling Wujie's whereabouts. Lu Zhiwei's golden elixir had not been solved yet, and such a big mess had occurred. Xingyuan was so busy that he didn't even want to participate in the remaining two competitions.

Just after the hour of Si, the Immortal Alliance sent someone to invite the Demon King to discuss matters, hoping that the people in the Demon Realm who were proficient in illusions would provide help. However, Jiang Mi had tormented her all night, and now was a warm moment after the deep love, so she was unwilling to leave.

The soft white satin nightgown of the girl in his arms was dimmed by her translucent skin. She was born like a light and soft dream, wrapping him up and making him fall happily. It was unreal, sweet, long and endless.

Yao Yue had been lying motionless in the young man's arms, but after hearing the announcement, she suddenly spoke up, using both reason and emotion to persuade him to go quickly. The reason was simple: if someone didn't go out today, she would definitely not be able to get out of bed.

Jiang Mi reluctantly held her jade-white earlobe in his mouth, biting it between his teeth, and then he held the earlobe in his mouth, making the whole ear wet: "You are not allowed to go to Paradise after I leave... If you want to go out, ask the Imperial Master to follow you. I am worried about Jihong's low realm."

——Bai Ruyu didn't come himself, but he had sent several of his captains to the inn where Demon Realm was staying to invite her several times. He didn't need to think about it to know how the prostitute would try various ways to please Yao Yue.

"Got it." The girl closed her eyes, slapped him listlessly, and curled up back in the quilt.

At noon, Zhang Jingshu suddenly came to the inn to look for her, and she finally got up and washed.

This child inherited Nan Shuangshuang's beauty and was very gentle and lovely. He held her hand and called her "Auntie" and refused to let go.

"Aunt! Master Bai asked me to invite you to visit Paradise!"

Yao Yue already knew that she came for this matter, and shook her head subtly.

"I won't go to Paradise...

"Auntie, you don't know that Master Bai has already prepared--"

"——Of course I know," she interrupted Zhang Jingshu, half of her face reflected in the brass mirror, and the other side outlined a perfect and smooth outline in the sunlight. She sighed, "If you are here to help Bai Ruyu lobby, please go back; if you want to stay with me for a while, let's go out for a walk."

Zhang Jingshu was also a tactful and wonderful person, and she was already very interested in this legendary aunt, so she immediately asked to be a guide with a smile on her face. She didn't find Xingchen, so she could only call Jihong, and together with Quanxing's disciples who were accompanying Zhang Jingshu, the four of them left the inn.

Xiandu is prosperous, and the business of private shops has not been affected by the recent turmoil. People are bustling in the streets and alleys, and the hawking and shouting are endless. In front of a newly opened teahouse, several waiters are clapping their hands to attract customers. There are several jugglers in the empty space on the street, wielding swords and guns, singing and fighting, and the gongs are beating like thunder, attracting loud applause from onlookers.

Yao Yue remembered that as an aunt she had not yet bought a decent gift for Zhang Jingshu, so she took the initiative to walk into a nearby bookstore to pick out a pen.

This bookstore was located in the most expensive area in the city center and was decorated very luxuriously. It had everything from flower sachets on the wall to screens and bookcases. The floor was paved with bluestone bricks with lotus patterns, and the rosewood marble tables were filled with various pens, inkstones, papers, and inkstones. The walls were hung with original works by famous masters.

There was a row of pen holders filled with dazzling items. She had never known that these pens used by scholars could be sold at such high prices. She simply picked the most expensive Yanxia pen, but Zhang Jingshu refused: "When I was 100 years old, Master Bai gave me this kind of pen. Auntie, please don't spend more money."

At this moment, the evil Taoist master came over at some point. His yin-yang mask attracted the pointing of passers-by, but he looked relaxed and aloof, and nodded to her as a greeting.

She was used to this man's rudeness and didn't take it to heart. She was thinking about whether to give Zhang Jingshu an inkstone instead, when she caught a glimpse of a green bamboo brush at the bottom of the pen holder. Suddenly she remembered something, turned around and handed the brush to the demon Taoist.

"You stole the show for the Demon Realm at the conference yesterday. I rewarded you on behalf of Jiang Mi."

"Your Highness the Queen is really..." Xingchen showed her usual half-smile, as if she wanted to make fun of her, but the next second when she saw the pen in her hand clearly, her voice suddenly paused, and a strange look appeared on her face.

The change came so quickly and silently, as if his entire body was suddenly drained of energy. His eyes were scattered and cast into the air, and his lips moved twice. Then the pupils behind the mask trembled violently, switching wildly between scarlet and black, and then a line of black blood slowly flowed down the corner of his mouth.

Yao Yue shuddered: "What's wrong with you?!"

She took a few steps closer and tried to support the man's shaky body, but the next second, she felt a pain in her wrist bone.

Xingchen's seemingly weak hands actually contained a terrifying, overwhelming force. His five fingers seemed to be made of steel, tightly gripping her wrist bones. He seemed to be enduring some kind of excruciating pain, and the entire lower half of his face was distorted. He roared word by word:

"If you don't want to die, run!"

A tingling intuition passed through her heart, as if some extreme danger was quietly approaching. The moment Xingchen let go of her, she activated the Light Body Technique and retreated from the bookstore like lightning, and then bumped into someone head-on.

The man was wearing the uniform of a Quanxing disciple. He was Zhang Jingshu's attendant. He was tall and his appearance was not outstanding. His eyes were so dark that they seemed to swallow up the light. The moment she met his eyes, she knew something was wrong.

She seemed to have entered clear, colorless waters. Circles of transparent ripples spread out in the air, and the light was subtly refracted, causing the surrounding overlapping streets to begin to distort and deform.

——Flowers in the mirror and moons in the water.