The new moon is in the sky, and the stars are lonely.

Phoenix Palace.

Cang Xuan's red hair was scattered on his chest, and his face looked like thousands of years of ice. He glanced coldly at the man in black clothes in front of him.

"How about the colorful butterfly? Can you explain where the wood spirit is?"

Que Hentian saluted respectfully, "Master, forgive me for your sins. The colorful butterfly is very strict and insists that he doesn't recognize any Mu Ling!"

Cang Xuan turned around and slowly headed towards the golden silk phoenix chariot after he sat down, and then asked in a deep voice: "Oh? He is a little little butterfly demon, and I believe he dare not deceive you. Could it be that they have no help from Mu Ling, but your subordinates took a look?"

When Que Hentian heard this, he had already knelt in the hall and leaned over and kowtowed.

"Master, I am not a clumsy person. I have ordered people to find out clearly that the wood spirit is called Mu Zili. A touch of spiritual energy that came from thousands of years ago was protected by the spirit of all trees in the world, and absorbed the essence of the sun and the moon to practice. However, for some reason, I was trapped in a piece of dry elm..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Cang Xuan: "Slowly! Tell me again, what is the name of this wood spirit?"

Que Hentian looked up at the Lord above and said, "I heard from the black eagles in the forest that his name is Mu Zili, and he has been practicing for more than ten thousand years."

Mu Zili? Mu Zili! Cang Xuan was chanting this name gently in his heart. There was such a person. He thought that Si Meng was just to perfunctorily say the name he said casually, but he didn't expect that such a person would really exist.

Mu Ling? Humph, it’s just the spirit of thousands of woods. If you want to compete with him, Cang Xuan, you will be desperate!

Thinking of this, a demonic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Looking at Que Hentian with a confused expression in the hall, he ordered: "Que Hentian obeys the order and orders you to select ten elite guards and quickly go to the Yumulin to capture Mu Zili to Gu! Remember! You want to live!"

Que Hentian left in response.

Cang Xuan slowly walked down the phoenix chariot, raised his head and looked in the direction of Hanchen Palace, and smiled coldly: "Meng'er, his little Mu Ling, how can he be worthy of marrying you? Haha..."

Yunshui Palace, dungeon.

Several inferior night pearls hung in the corner of the wall, barely illuminating the groundwater prison under the dim light.

There were two water demons guarding the black water that were unforgettable. At this moment, they were holding their heads and holding their long swords and chatting without a single word.

"I heard that, burp... In a few days, the Lord will take the purple jade butterfly as his wife. burp..." The water demon spitted pink bubbles in his mouth. When he opened his mouth to speak, the bubbles were flying everywhere.

"Oh! I said you drunk! You are on duty tonight, why are you drunk too much? Be careful that the leader of the Que tries to know that you have pulled out your skin! What does the matter of the Lord Na Madam has to do with us? Let's just guard this water prison!" The water demon opposite criticized him, and turned around and looked at the green figure in the center of the black water.

"It's okay! He can't run away! He is now bound by the spider silk. Without the holly wood chips, it would never be possible to untie it! We brothers just drink and sleep!" He said, lowering his head and taking a secret sip, and soon he started to snore.

Seeing this, the water demon opposite looked around with caution. After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he felt relieved, but suddenly smelled a faint fragrance of wood in the air. Before he could think, he had already fallen into a drool and fell asleep.

In the middle of the Black Water, Yi Feng's eyebrows and eyes were drooping, his hands were tied up by spider silk, and his chest was not in the Black Water.

Seeing his face slightly pale and his thin lips slightly black, he thought he was being tortured by the Xuanniao Guards.

"Yifeng, wake up quickly!"

Yifeng looked up at the surroundings in a daze, and there was no one except the two sleeping water monsters.

"Stop looking for it, I'm right behind you. Go quickly, it's almost dawn, and I'm going to find Meng'er!" Mu Zili was in the dark, pinched a sound-transmitting sound and Yifeng, and then blew the holly wood chips in his palm towards the spider silk that was locked on his wrist.

In a blink of an eye, Yifeng had untied his restraints.

The two hid in the shadows and left the water prison.

After they left the dungeon, they headed north, looking for dreams next to every palace in the harem. About an hour passed, and as the dawn was about to dew, there was still no trace of her.

Hanchen Palace, like a dream, lying lazily on the window and looking at the east.

The confused morning mist slowly rose, and she was expecting Cangxuan to send someone to send her and Yifeng out of Yunshui Palace.

Thinking that she was about to regain her freedom, she unconsciously hummed a small song.

"When will the bright moon come, I ask the blue sky with wine. I don't know what year it will be today. I want to ride the wind, but I am afraid that the jade building and jade tower are colder on the high ground. I dance and play with the clear shadows, how do I feel like I am in the world..."

Before she left the country, although she was a home girl, singing was one of her few hobbies except amber.

However, although she loves singing, she is helplessly born with incomplete tone. No matter what song it is, it will be in the same tune as soon as she sings it.

Although she has occupied the body of the purple jade butterfly and has a shocking face, this butterfly may not be able to chant, so although she is singing quite proudly, she is actually very strange and wonderful.
Chapter completed!