"Everything I said is true!" The man's voice was a little anxious, as if he was trying hard to prove something. But his expression was very flustered, and his eyes were erratic.
"But I don't really want to believe you. How about you give me a reason so that I can believe you?" Mu Huan folded her arms, her tone a little ruffian, just like a bad girl.
She sat down, crossed her legs, and waited for the man's explanation.
"I, this..." The man was suddenly speechless. He hadn't expected Mu Huan to be so difficult. Didn't the adult say that this was just an innocent little girl? Why didn't she look like that at all?
"Innocent little girl," Mu Huan said, looking at the man's strange behavior, her suspicions solidified. It seemed someone was really after her, but she didn't know if it was Qingluo or that Holy Temple Master!
"What? I saved you, but you don't want to tell the truth?" There was a threat in his tone, which made Tan Tai Luo stunned. He really didn't expect that Huanhuan had this side of him.
"No, no, no!" The man waved his hands, gritted his teeth, and still refused to say anything, sweat pouring down his forehead.
"Forget it! Luoluo, let's just hand him over. After all, he has learned some skills in the temple over the years." The last sentence was emphasized. This was what Mu Huan said before he used the man.
The man looked at Mu Huan in shock, as if he hadn't expected her to be so ruthless and actually want to hand him over. Never mind, since they were coming for her anyway, it was only a matter of time before they came to blows.
"I admit that I lied." He clenched his fists and broke out in a cold sweat. "It was Lord Qingluo who ordered me to come here and invite Miss Mu to the temple for a chat." Everything will be fine now, right? He told the truth.
"Oh?" Mu Huan took a casual sip from the teacup in his hand, then turned to glance at the man casually and sneered. "I can't believe you're so vulnerable. I'm a little curious if the Temple's selection standards are really low."
The man felt like he had something stuck in his throat. Mu Huan was a rather eloquent man. "No, you should know your place, right?" He couldn't tell if he was referring to himself or Mu Huan.
"Being sensible is one thing, but having backbone is another." She stood up, her beautiful peach blossom eyes staring into the man's eyes, "Fortunately, I don't have a subordinate as 'sensible' as you."
"I am not familiar with the master in your family, so there is no need to reminisce about the past." Patting the wide sleeves, the beautiful master seemed to have bought a piece of clothing that was too big for her. No wonder it was uncomfortable to wear.
The man became anxious after hearing Mu Huan's words, "Miss Mu, please spare me. If I don't invite you back, Lady Qingluo will not let me have an easy life." Although Qingluo is just a candidate for the saint, she has many tricks up her sleeve.
"You're so funny now. What's it to me whether I let you go or not?" Mu Huan laughed unhappily, but in his heart, he was calculating. What on earth was Qingluo up to? Just a fabricated painting was enough to make her so obsessed? No, it was definitely more than that.
"Miss Mu!" The man suddenly knelt down, grabbed the hem of Mu Huan's skirt, and cried, trying to use a self-torture trick to force Mu Huan to "surrender." "Just go!" The mission could not be completed this time. Thinking of Qingluo's torture methods, the man couldn't help but shudder.
"..." There's such a thing? Are all men like this nowadays? "I won't go even if you cry yourself to death. Forget it." She doesn't even know what the risks are. If something really happens, who can she cry to?
This deal is really not worth it.
The man stopped crying (fake crying), his eyes gleaming with ruthlessness. If he refuses to accept the toast, then don't blame him. He cautiously fished something out of his sleeve, then suddenly waved his hand, releasing a cloud of white powder.
"Cough cough!" Mu Huan coughed several times.
"If you want to save your friend, come to the temple yourself." The man remembered Qingluo's words that the other party must come willingly, so he knew that attacking her directly would not work, but he could attack her friend.
He had already inquired before coming, and she had a group of very good friends around her. For her friends, she would not refuse to come!
The white powder scattered in the air fell to the ground, and Tan Tai Luo and the man were no longer in front of Mu Huan.
"Fuck! This damned bastard!" He actually played dirty tricks on her! But why didn't this man just take her away? He clearly had the chance just now.
But now Mu Huan had no time to think so much, nor did he care to look for Mu Qing and the others, so he could only break into the temple alone.
Pushing the door open, he walked toward the academy's main gate. Luo Luo shouldn't be in danger for now; after all, they wanted her to go. Mu Huan walked quickly, renting a spirit beast in town and heading toward the temple.
At this moment, on the top floor of the temple, by the window, in the backlight, stood a woman in white, her hands folded across her chest, her long black hair cascading down her back. Her sharp, angular face was cold and aloof, untainted by the slightest trace of worldly air, making it impossible to discern her from the inside out.
"Greetings, Palace Master!" The visitor was Hua Ling, who had just returned from Youshan Academy. Hua Ling looked at the man before her, a man so captivating to countless women, but her eyes held no trace of admiration; instead, she was filled with fear.
"I'm back!" Jun Jingli's voice was calm, cold and extremely indifferent.
"Yes!" There was trepidation in her voice. Looking at Jun Jingli, Hua Ling couldn't help but think of that bright and elegant man - Liang Ci. That man was someone who could stand shoulder to shoulder with the Palace Master and compete with him.
"What did you get?" He stood with his hands behind his back, looking out the window. The sunlight seemed particularly glaring today. He waved his hand, and suddenly dark clouds descended, bringing continuous rain.
Hua Ling suppressed her fear and clasped her hands together to report. "A large-scale beast tide appeared prematurely in the Youshan Mountains. It's said to be the killer, the Ice-Horned Dragon, forcing the competition to be suspended. However, the Ice-Horned Dragon was quickly destroyed."
"Oh?" Jun Jingli became interested. How could the people of the lower realm have such abilities as these ancient beasts? Could it be that someone had come from there? He narrowed his eyes. This lower realm seemed to be getting more and more interesting.
"It's Liang Ci, the seventh elder of Youshan College!" When Hua Ling mentioned this name, her eyes lit up for a moment.
"Liang Ci?" It's the same name as that person. It can't be such a coincidence! Rubbing his fingers, Jun Jingli didn't know what he was thinking. "You can leave first. I'm a little tired."
As he spoke, he pinched his eyebrows, looking very tired.
"Greetings!" Hua Ling bowed and withdrew. When she came out, she found her palms were soaked with sweat. Everyone said that serving the Palace Master was a blessing earned in eight lifetimes, but she would rather not have this blessing.
Although the Palace Master is excellent, he is too dangerous! He is hard to see through and guess! Suddenly thinking of Liang Ci again, Hua Ling's face was full of smiles. She had decided to take this person!
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