Si Minglan walked out of the Tiandao Fighting Arena, a red light flashed in her eyes and a sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Behind her, there were several people mixing among the monks participating in the Feixian Ceremony, but their eyes never left her.

Si Minglan walked onto the busy street, her steps neither fast nor slow, but her figure quickly disappeared in the crowd.

The several Golden Snake Guards who were following her hurriedly chased after her and looked around, but they had lost sight of her.

Then two more groups of Golden Snake Guards came over. They were following Ruomei and Lanyin, and the three parties met up.

"We lost them!"

"We lost it too!"

"Grass!"

In an alley, isolated in a magic circle.

Si Minglan looked coldly at Mo Xiaolan who was bowing to her:

"You want me to let Wu Yiren go?"

Mo Xiaolan said ashamedly: "I'm sorry, Third Senior Sister, I know I'm really forcing you. If you want Wu Yiren to pay with her life, I am willing to..."

"Can."

Before she finished her words, Si Minglan suddenly spoke, and Mo Xiaolan was stunned.

But Si Minglan twisted her waist and walked in front of Mo Xiaolan, pinched her chin with her fingers, lifted her face up, and chuckled:

"What a handsome man! If I were Wu Yiren, I would probably die for you. It's a pity that you are a girl, hahaha."

Mo Xiaolan's cheeks turned slightly red, and she quickly took a step back. Si Minglan covered her mouth and chuckled:

"Are you still embarrassed? That's right. Back then, when we were trapped in the Five Elephants Prison in the Qinglian Sect's treasure trove, all the women had practiced with Qin Gengyun, but you were the only one who didn't enter that room."

"Don't you think it's a pity?"

"You were the first one to meet him."

"Si Minglan." Qiu Zhihe spoke lightly. Si Minglan walked to her side and reached out to pinch her chin:

"I forgot that the Queen is here. I spoke out of turn."

Qiu Zhihe raised her hand and grabbed Si Minglan's hand: "Nine Fox Tail Curls will affect your mind."

After hearing Qiu Zhihe's words, Mo Xiaolan realized that Si Minglan exuded a subtle charm and there was a hint of charming red in her eyes.

Si Minglan chuckled and said, "What are you afraid of? I am a bitch to begin with. After I have my revenge, if I am not dead yet, I will go and cause trouble to all the men in the world, hahaha!"

Qiu Zhihe looked at her and said calmly, "You don't want Xiaoxue anymore?"

Si Minglan was startled and stared at Qiu Zhihe: "Why did you mention Xiaoxue?"

Qiu Zhihe smiled and said, "Xiaoxue has always been worried about you. You'd better not die."

Si Minglan fell silent, the seductive look on her body dissipated, and she turned to Mo Xiaolan and said:

"If you were really a man, would you accept Wu Yiren?"

Noila Mo was stunned, thought for a moment, and shook her head: “I don’t know.”

Si Minglan laughed again and her figure slowly disappeared.

"Take Wu Yiren away from West Royal City tomorrow. She shouldn't have been born here."

Mo Xiaolan bowed to the air: "Thank you, Third Senior Sister!"

Then he said to Qiu Zhihe: "Thank you, Sister Qiu."

Qiu Zhihe smiled, and the two women walked out of the alley side by side, and there were busy streets around them again.

The Golden Snake Guards who were following them soon appeared behind them again.

However, at this time the two of them deliberately let the people who were following them discover them, so as to prevent Emperor Xi and Lin Yuan from noticing that something was wrong.

The two were walking on the street, and Qiu Zhihe saw a stall selling windmills. She walked over, and the vendor said enthusiastically:

"Young lady, please buy one for your child. Children love to play with this the most."

Qiu Zhihe's eyes softened, and she took out some silver: "I want one."

Taking the windmill from the vendor, Qiu Zhihe's smile widened.

Noila Mo looked at her in surprise: “Sister Qiu, isn’t this for children to play with?”

Qiu Zhihe has always been cold and fierce, and would kill people at will. She only shows her gentleness when facing Qin Gengyun.

Mo Xiaolan had never seen such a gentle side of her. She looked like a mother with a child.

Qiu Zhihe gently stroked her lower abdomen, her eyes becoming more gentle.

"Keep it, it will be useful later."

Mo Xiaolan stared at her blankly, and suddenly realized something, and almost exclaimed:

"Sister Qiu, your stomach..."

Qiu Zhihe nodded with a smile on her face.

Mo Xiaolan opened her mouth, her pupils widened, and looked back at the people who were following them, and subconsciously protected Qiu Zhihe behind her.

Qiu Zhihe was amused by her actions and took Mo Xiaolan's arm:

"Don't worry, even if I'm pregnant, these people can't hurt me."

Noila Mo lowered her head and thought for a moment, then suddenly said, “Sister Qiu, now that the Feixian Ceremony is over, what are your plans?”

Qiu Zhihe said: "I want to complete my master's soul, find out the truth of five hundred years ago, and rebuild the Qinglian Sect."

Noila Mo asked, “What about you and his child?”

Qiu Zhihe smiled and said, "The child will naturally be with us. I've said before that even if I'm pregnant, there won't be many people in the world who can rival me."

Mo Xiaolan nodded: "I will send Yiren to Yunling Town. If she is willing, let her take care of the children in Qinhe Garden, and then come back to help you."

Qiu Zhihe looked at her: "Are you worried about me or him?"

Noila Mo said: “I’m all worried.”

Qiu Zhihe smiled and took Mo Xiaolan's hand: "No wonder my husband can't forget you."

Noila Mo quickly waved her hands: “Sister Qiu, don’t get me wrong, Qin Gengyun and I are just friends, he only has you in his heart!”

Qiu Zhihe didn't dwell on this topic anymore, and suddenly asked, "If you are really Sheng Tanglian's daughter, what are you going to do?"

Noila Mo was stunned. “But that was five hundred years ago. Even if I’m really Sheng Tanglian’s daughter, what’s the point?”

Qiu Zhihe nodded: "Zhen Yangzi has ascended to heaven, and all the enemies from five hundred years ago are gone. Even if you are Sheng Tanglian's daughter, you don't have to worry about it."

The two walked side by side, and suddenly white flakes fell from the sky.

“It’s snowing.”

…

The night is as dark as ink.

The snow is as white as feathers.

Si Minglan stood on a high tower, holding a pot of wine in her hand, looking at the lonely and dilapidated former general's mansion in the distance.

The charm and seduction in her eyes disappeared, leaving only endless sadness and murderous intent.

The wine jug in his hand was overturned, and the wine in the jug fell with the snow, and along with it, the tears in Siminglan's eyes also fell.

"I, Si Minglan, the unfilial daughter of the great general Si Yuanwu, swear here that tomorrow I will make all the enemies of the Si family pay back blood with blood, and life with life!"

"If I break this oath, Si Minglan is willing to fall into the path of ten thousand ghosts, suffer endless torture, and never be able to reincarnate!"

Si Minglan knelt down on her knees and kowtowed three times towards the Si Mansion in the distance.

"Fang Xue, a cultivator from Yunling Town, is willing to help Si Minglan kill all her enemies tomorrow. I am willing to follow Si Minglan into the path of ten thousand ghosts, and I am willing to not enter the cycle of reincarnation with Si Minglan!"

Suddenly, a slightly immature but firm voice came from behind her.

Si Minglan turned around and saw a girl in white smiling at her.

"Xiaoxue, why are you doing this?"

"Sister Si, I do."

The snow was getting heavier, and two figures on the tower slowly approached each other, quietly leaning against each other...