Chapter 66 An existence worthy of his admiration

Author: Fang Shuomo

Chapter 66 An existence worthy of his admiration

With Ning Xiang away, Liu Shiqi didn't have to pretend to be mute. When he followed Mo Yinxing for a walk in the rain, he asked him: "Master, how do you feel, you sent Ning Xiang away on purpose?"

"Don't feel it, I just did it on purpose." Mo Yinxing did not deny it, but he also did not explain the reason.

As his subordinate, Liu Shiqi was very curious, but his master did not take the initiative to tell him, and he could not go beyond the rules and ask, so he could only continue to move forward with doubts.

Although the place where little Pei Zhuoan lived looked like a nice palace on the surface, once he entered, everything was revealed for what it really was.

Although there are the most basic tables, chairs and benches inside, most of them are missing arms and legs. The only bed that can be seen is at the window, because the window also has a big hole, and the rain and wind are blowing.

The ground blew against it, and it was already in a semi-wet state.

Little Pei Zhuoan was a little slow at first, but after seeing his bed being soaked by the rain, he quickly sped up. However, he had injuries on his legs, and his body fell forward uncontrollably as he moved faster.

"Boom!!"

He fell hard, but he didn't pay attention to the severe pain that shot through his body. Instead, he quickly crawled to the bed in this posture and pulled the things on it to a place where the rain would not hit him.

Mo Yinxing had reached the side of little Pei Zhuoan at this moment, and he could clearly see some papers and women's handkerchiefs and clothes falling out from under his blackened pillow.

Liu Shiqi was curious and moved Feng Lang's head forward to take a look.

When he got closer, he realized that although the clothes looked a bit mini, the golden sun pattern embroidery on them was very conspicuous.

"Isn't this the disciple uniform of Shao Yangfeng?"

In surprise, a gust of rain and wind blew away the pile of papers pressed under the disciple's clothes, and some of them were blown under Liu Shiqi's claws, allowing him to see clearly.

Half of the paper was soaked by the rain, and the ink on it also smudged.

But even so, he could still see that the little man drawn on the paper had at least a similar likeness to Ning Xiang. If there was anything really different about him, it meant that his age did not match.

Son, obviously a little more immature.

Liu Shiqi was stunned while little Pei Zhuoan quickly picked up the papers that were blown away by the rain and wind one by one, and then put them away gently, as if these were extremely rare things to him.

Seeing that little Pei Zhuoan was struggling to pick it up, Mo Yinxing once again thought of some of the descriptions he had seen in the plot of the original book, and gathered his magic power to quietly help little Pei Zhuoan pick it up.

Even though he knew it was just a fantasy, even if he did this, he couldn't change the facts of the year.

But for Pei Zhuo'an, a being worthy of his admiration, he still wanted to help him.

Ning Xiang didn't know what happened to Mo Yinxing. Now she was looking at the fake treasure-hunting rat that she had condensed with her cultivation, and at the two eunuchs who were pressed under their buttocks and attacked by its rat claws.

The anger and depression were finally relieved.

"Yes, yes, uppercut him, and give him another uppercut!!" The treasure hunter mouse was very interested in this fake one, and even gave instructions from the side.

Ning Xiang saw the fake treasure hunter jumping up again and crushing the leg bones of the two eunuchs. She felt that it was almost done, so she put the fake treasure hunter away with a heavy heart.

The Treasure Hunter was a little unsatisfied: "Why did you put it away so quickly? These two scum should have tortured them more!"

"It's just a fantasy, that's about it. Compared to this, I suddenly remembered an event from a long time ago."

It was only at that moment that the incident came to her mind.

"What past events? Is it related to your junior brother?"

Ning Xiang pursed her lips and turned around, heading towards Pei Zhuoan's residence and said, "I'm not sure yet. I have to go and see for myself."

The treasure hunter said "Oh" and jumped on Ning Xiang's shoulder. It seemed as if he remembered something and asked her what she was telling Amo before.

"Zhushu, I am also your spirit beast after all. There is no need to avoid Shushu me for some things, right?"

Ningxiang and Amo had made a promise not to tell anyone else, but now they felt a little embarrassed when the treasure hunter asked them this question.

After all, the treasure-hunting rat is not a human being, but her spiritual beast.

After thinking for a while, she lowered her head and looked at the curious treasure-hunting rat: "You can tell me, but you have to promise me not to tell anyone else, not other animals either."

The treasure hunter agreed readily, and Ning Xiang revealed that Amo was a demon, and that he was still a demon or a mahogany tree.

"Maohuamu? Then he is not the young master of the demon clan? He is not dead?!"

The treasure hunter mouse's pupils were shocked. After being shocked, he remembered the word "peach blossom" and frowned and asked Ning Xiang: "But if his demon body is a peach blossom tree, why doesn't he have any peach blossom aroma on his body? He is not as good as the previous demon Mo Mo."

Yin Xing, those who don’t know, think he is Maohuamu.”

Ning Xiang was startled by what Treasure Hunter said, and then she shook her head in amusement and said, "Of course that's impossible. Mo Yinxing is a demon, and Amo is a demon. There is still a big gap between the two races.

, they can never be the same person."

Furthermore, if so, Amo could tell her the truth, so why hide it.

"That's right, that demon has a strong demonic aura. If he is not a demon, the people in the demon world will definitely find it before us." The treasure hunter was persuaded by Ning Xiang and did not mention the matter again, and instead started making insinuations.

The past events that Ning Xiang just talked about.

Ning Xiang looked at the palace environment that was a bit familiar but had indeed changed a lot. After a moment of silence, she said, "Didn't I once say that I came to the palace once when I was eleven years old? When I came that time,

I once rescued a prince who was bullied."

"Ah? Could it be Pei Zhuo'an? Isn't he the prince?"

Ning Xiang shook her head: "I'm not sure, that's why I went over to take a look."

If Pei Zhuoan is the prince she saved back then, then she needs to apologize to him.

After the girl said this, she suppressed the darkness in her eyes and walked straight into little Pei Zhuoan's residence through the rain curtain.

When she arrived at the place, the previous mess had been cleaned up. Little Pei Zhuoan was like a wounded animal. He dug out a bag of grass wrapped in rags from somewhere and smashed it with stones.

Mix it with his own saliva and roll up your trousers.

It was only when his trouser legs were rolled up that Ning Xiang discovered that there was a very deep scar spreading from the root of his thigh to his calf. In addition to some blood and pus, there was also some green grass juice on the scar, which had probably been touched before.

He's dealt with it this way.

Little Pei Zhuoan covered the horrific wounds with the mashed grass. The pain made his body tremble, and the fingertips of his right hand holding the grass turned a little white because of too much force.

At this moment, the unpleasant flute sound sounded again, and with it, there was a black-red smoke.

Mo Yinxing: Although he is my love rival, he is really worse than me.

Pei Zhuoan: Huh.
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