Chapter 69 Do you think she doesn’t have that intention?
Bu Ruo sat down on the ground and leaned against the eaves pillar carelessly, watching the light of merit from the ancestors of the Bu family covering the entire Zhanwang Mansion, and only then did he feel relieved.
"Cen Nan~Cen Nan~Where's Ruo'er? Why can't I see Ruo'er? The flowers on the ground have all withered. I hope Ruo'er hasn't gotten into trouble."
"Wow... I really don't dare go out and look. Tell Ruo'er that if anything happens to her, she must hold on until all those things are destroyed before she dies."
"Wow... Poor prince, I wonder if the poison will go into effect when he wakes up and finds out about the princess he just married."
"Hey? Hey hey hey? Ruo'er! Ruo'er, are you still alive? The flower on the prince's head has changed color and turned black!"
Bu Ruo sighed and stood up with Bi'er's help: "Jin Congcong! Are you disappointed that I didn't die?"
"I'm telling you, even if I die, Nameless Mountain won't belong to you. Even if I donate all my money to Poor Lane, I won't leave you a penny."
Jin Congcong watched Bu Ruo walk in from the doorway and hurried forward to help her, muttering softly as he did so: "If you don't want to stay, then don't stay. At worst, I'll go to Poor Lane after you die, and I'll indirectly spend your money."
Bu Ruo didn't bother to pay attention to him. She looked at Xiao Yulan who slowly opened his eyes and said, "Don't move. The golden needles in your body haven't been pulled out yet."
Xiao Yulan watched Bu Ruo put away the black flower on her head, and after Jin Congcong pulled out the golden needle, she instantly stood up and held him in her arms.
"What's wrong? Why do you look so grim?"
Bu Ruo raised her hand and pointed outside: "Did you offend the Heavenly Master? Or did I offend him? He actually sent people to kill us."
Jin Congcong: "Not only humans, but also ghosts."
"Ghost?" Xiao Yulan looked outside and was stunned.
"That thing on the table is... a memorial tablet?"
"Well, I'm not strong enough right now, so I can only ask Bi'er to go back to the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion and invite the Bu family ancestors to help. Don't tell me, the Bu family's merit light is really useful."
Xiao Yulan looked at the dark crowd outside and said, "Cen Nan, go to the ancestral hall in the back and bring over the tablets of the late emperor and empress."
Cen Nan:......
"Your Highness... I have already mentioned this to the Princess. She said the late Emperor and Empress are not here, but that's just psychological comfort and will not work."
Xiao Yulan: ...
"Ruo'er, what can I do?"
Xiao Yulan really felt powerless about the current situation.
Bu Ruo narrowed his eyes and looked him up and down. "What are you doing? You should think about why you were able to hurt the soul in the gold mine that day, and why you were able to trigger the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons just now when you were in a state of suspended animation."
Xiao Yulan was puzzled: "A Hundred Ghosts Parade at Night? Ruo'er is talking about those outside? But aren't those summoned by the Heavenly Master?"
Bu Ruo couldn't hold it any longer, so he sat on the chair and put his hand on his forehead: "It's true that some of it was obtained by the Heavenly Master, but most of it was attracted by you."
"When I was detoxifying you, I realized something was wrong, but I couldn't put my finger on it. It wasn't until I saw the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons that I realized... you have a secret."
Bu Ruo suddenly recalled the illusion from yesterday's wedding...
If I am really a holy spirit, then the man whose face I cannot see clearly and whom I am going to marry could be Xiao Yulan? Otherwise, how can I explain all these strange things happening to him?
If that's the case, then who is Xiao Yulan? She suddenly realized that she seemed to have forgotten something, but she couldn't remember it.
Maybe the woman who said she was my master would know. Well, I'll write it down and ask her next time we meet.
Xiao Yulan stood there in a daze, thinking about Bu Ruo's words, and then slowly began to recall every little bit from the time he could remember, but he still couldn't think of anything strange.
Bu Ruo looked at Xiao Yulan and didn't disturb him. He ate the cakes while listening to the ancestors outside complaining, and occasionally said a few words.
"Why doesn't the Zhan Palace even have a little protection? We old guys have to trouble ourselves to work here."
Bu Ruo: "Isn't the purple energy on him a blessing?"
"Who knows? When that young man picked me up just now, I took a look and saw that the War King was sitting sickly on the chair. If it weren't for the purple energy protecting him, he would have died many times."
Bu Ruo: "Don't worry, he won't die. He will be full of life in half a year."
"If you ask me, it would be better for the War King to sit on the throne. That way, our Ruo'er will be the queen in the future."
"Humph, do you think she doesn't have that intention? Do you think she's just joking about rebellion every day?"
Bu Ruo: "Well, I am serious about rebelling, but I never thought about becoming the queen. I am not interested in staying in one place for the rest of my life and fighting with a bunch of women for a man."
"Why are there so many evil spirits? Will it ever end? I'm so exhausted. Even after I die, I'll be enslaved by my descendants. It's really unfair."
Bu Ruo: "Almost there, almost there, eh? Speaking of this, I forgot to ask, ancestors, do you know what kind of bastard that Tianshi is?"
When the ancestors heard Bu Ruo's question, they were silent for a moment, then gathered together and whispered something. Finally, it was the third generation ancestor who answered her.
"After our discussion just now, we all agree that there is something wrong with that Taoist priest."
Bu Ruo rolled his eyes where his ancestors couldn't see: Nonsense, why would I ask if there is no problem!
"Really? Oh, our ancestors must have had great insight. I didn't see anything wrong with the Heavenly Master. So, what's wrong with him?"
Bu Ruo: There’s no other way, I have to use them.
"That Heavenly Master... is an old immortal!"
"Hmm? An old man who won't die? He's only sixty, not too old."
The old ancestor snorted: "What do you know? The meaning of "old and immortal" is that he is so old, but he still won't die."
"Never die...never die...you mean..."
Bu Ruo suddenly stood up from the chair, walked to the door, sat on the steps with a gossipy look on his face, and did not forget to hold two fruits in his hands.
"My dear ancestors, please tell me in detail."
"Humph, I don't know who was trying to start a fire and burn us just now."
Bu Ruo: ...
"Well...how about this, after I recover tomorrow, I can take a colorful photo of the sun for our ancestors, okay?"
"Why not seven colors?" The old ancestor was tempted.
"I was poisoned a while ago, and I used up some of my mental energy dealing with those evil spirits. I can't release the seven-color glow for the time being, only the five-color one."
Bu Ruo said flatteringly, "Five colors are not bad either. Five colors can help you reach a higher level of cultivation. I will also give you more virtues. It will be just a matter of time before you can achieve the Great Dao!"
Beau: Miss Pancake is good at it.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
