The blood-red eyes looked at Ji Jingyi with a hint of fascination.
Ji Jingyi took out a piece of white paper and started drawing on it with his hands.
Then she handed the drawn white paper to Mo Nu.
"Find this man."
"And bring him back to me."
Mo Nu frowned and asked, "Empress, is he Lu Jingzhi?"
"The man you like?"
Upon hearing this, Ji Jingyi scolded, "Just do what this emperor tells you to do. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"
A surge of rage rose in Mo Nu's chest, but due to her strength, she suppressed it.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
After saying that, Mo Nu turned and walked out of the hall.
He looked at the man on the paper and thought to himself, "Oh, the Queen didn't say whether he was going to live or die."
A wisp of black flame burned the white paper to ashes.
At this time.
A woman in the bedroom cut through the crack and appeared behind Ji Jingyi.
"Sir, we can start now."
Ji Jingyi turned to look at Xiao Su behind him and said, "Don't do anything yet."
Xiao Su looked puzzled, "Why?"
"First, you must gain the trust of the Demon Queen and go undercover beside her."
"If you have any information, tell me immediately."
"Also, if you see Lu Jingzhi appear, tell me immediately."
Xiao Su was surprised, "Does your Excellency know the Demon Queen's husband?"
"Don't worry about that, just do as I say."
Xiao Su rolled his eyes, nodded, and then tore open the space and left.
Ji Jingyi looked at himself in the mirror and muttered to himself, "What on earth are the Evil Soul Clan and the Heavenly Palace going to do?"
“I’m really looking forward to it.”
Sanctuary Center——
Soul Calculation Pavilion——
A man in a black robe and a mask came to the door of Suanling Pavilion.
On his shoulders, he was carrying a wounded and unconscious man.
Seeing this, several guards blocked his way.
And these guards are all at the Xuanhuang realm.
After some investigation, they found that they could not see through the strength of this strange man.
"Fellow Daoist, please stay."
The black-robed man stopped and asked, "Is your Pavilion Master here?"
"Our Pavilion Master is here, but I don't know what the senior wants to see him about?"
The man did not answer, but disappeared from the spot and was out of sight.
The guards looked at each other, confused by this man for a moment.
The man came into a room.
As you enter the door, you will see a huge astrological map covering the entire wall. In the center is a sandalwood table, on which are placed tortoise shells, copper coins and bamboo sticks. Next to the table are chairs carved with cloud patterns.
On one side there is a tall bookshelf filled with ancient books, and next to it is a blue and white porcelain vase with mugwort in it.
There is an incense burner in the corner, burning sandalwood and emitting curling green smoke.
There were metaphysical calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, dark curtains hanging on the windows, the light was dim, with a few rays of sunlight occasionally filtering in.
"Senior Wentian."
The man practicing on the chair suddenly opened his eyes.
Because I didn't even realize the existence of this person.
"Who are you?"
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