Chapter 253 Who is Yun Rong?
Zhuang Mei's clothes were tattered and covered with claw marks from her escape. Her hair was dirty and tangled, unkempt for a long time, and the blood on her face had dried and congealed, making her look extremely terrifying.
She stared in disbelief at the stunningly beautiful woman before her, as if she were looking at a ghost that had come back from the dead.
Impossible... She heard that Mu Yuanyuan had been disfigured and thrown into the sand pit, how could she possibly be here?
She must be hallucinating because she's been too tired and frightened for too long...
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At the same time, outside the Red Building.
Before two large red lanterns and vermilion gates, a man in an exquisite black-and-white robe stood still. Behind him stood a woman with a cold and aloof face, and behind them stood a densely packed group of cultivators.
"Now that things in the palace are settled, I finally have the energy to catch rats." Baili Mochen glanced at the person next to him, who immediately stepped forward, opened the vermilion gate, and a group of cultivators poured in behind him.
Dust specks filled the air, indicating that it hadn't been touched for many days.
"How is he doing?" Baili Mochen asked Shan Chuxue beside him after everyone had entered.
Although he didn't name names, Shan Chuxue clearly knew what he was referring to. She shook her head, "Everything is proceeding according to plan, but... this is not a long-term solution. If the Demon Lord calms down and investigates, he will find out that it was us who did the dirty work."
As Shan Chuxue recalled everything that happened at the banquet that day, she felt a faint urge to vomit again.
It's terrifying... She didn't even dare to think about whether they would survive if the Demon Lord found out about all this...
“Hmm,” Baili Mochen lowered his eyes and strolled into the Red Chamber. “Let’s go.”
Once he has settled everything here, he can bring her out of the sand dunes, change her name, and place her in the neighborhood. That way…
Jianjian belongs to him alone.
Dan Chuxue watched the man's retreating figure and sighed inwardly.
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"You...you..." Zhuang Mei couldn't speak, but her eyes seemed to bulge out.
The only Foundation Establishment cultivator among the four was about to kill the frail woman when he was stopped in his tracks by a single glance from her.
The cultivator was so frightened he dared not move. He could clearly sense a strange fragrance wafting to his nose, gradually making his consciousness grow hazy and blurred—
They couldn't stop her secret technique at all!
Mu Jianjian chuckled and turned her gaze to another woman. She reached out and straightened the woman's hair ornaments. "Isn't this Young Master Baili? It's been a long time. I didn't expect Young Master Baili to be in such a mood."
"You bastard, let me tell you—" Baili Yicheng, seeing that he had been exposed, no longer wanted to pretend. His previously handsome features were now filled with vicissitudes and weariness. He was about to utter insults when a cut appeared on his face the next second.
"Tear—"
Blood dripped from his face onto his robes, soaking them instantly.
"Ah—you wretch! Once I return and kill that man, I'll have you executed by slow slicing—" Baili Yicheng screamed in agony, not expecting the other party to attack him. "Save me! Kill this woman!"
He looked at the other three, but found that none of them dared to come to his aid. Overwhelmed with grief and anger, he almost fainted.
"So I had to wait in line?" Mu Jianjian naturally knew that the other person was referring to the male lead, Li Mochen. She raised an eyebrow. "It seems you still don't realize the seriousness of the matter. I have something to ask you, so shut up."
Seeing that the other person's screaming showed no sign of stopping, she had no choice but to slash his face again.
"Can we stop now?" Mu Jianjian asked, looking troubled.
Baili Yicheng let out a sob, but dared not cry out again. He trembled as he wiped the two scars on his face, and tears fell even more.
"That's good," Mu Jianjian's smile widened. "Where did my hairpin go? I advise you to answer truthfully."
Upon hearing the words "hairpin," Baili Yicheng seemed to recall something, his chest tightening and he could hardly breathe. He recalled the scene of blood flowing like a river at the banquet and began to gasp for breath.
Shi Dong's head was cut off in an instant!
Right next to him!
I wonder what this hairpin was that caused the Demon Lord to change his expression so instantly!
"Why are you so nervous?" Mu Jianjian was quite displeased to see this weakling almost fainting. "You can't even say this?"
"I didn't..." Baili Yicheng gasped for breath, his eyes wide as he stared at the girl's face, her fingertips raised towards him. "I'll tell you! In that Demon Lord's hands—"
Demon Lord?
Mu Jianjian's mind went blank, and the true energy in her hand fell, leaving a scar on the other person's face.
"Ah—I already said—"
"Which demon lord?" Mu Jianjian interrupted him.
“That Demon Lord of Yingzhou…” Baili Yicheng was filled with hatred and anger, but there was nothing he could do. “Your hairpin is also in his hands…”
Mu Jianjian's thoughts were confirmed. She narrowed her eyes and suddenly realized something was wrong. "Where is Yun Rong?"
Yunrong?
Baili Yicheng hadn't heard this name in a long time. "I don't know. Ever since that bitch took over, the Red Pavilion was abandoned. People inside either died or were injured, and many women ran away."
"Do you know about Yun Rong's past?"
Baili Yicheng keenly sensed something was wrong with the woman's emotions from her words.
Shouldn't the two be as close as sisters?
Why is her tone so cold now?
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