As she turned over to get up, Ling Mulao didn't look at the person she kicked up and grabbed the clothes she threw on the bedside.

As he ran, he put on his clothes and jumped out of the window in a flash.

The wind rustles, chasing the stars and the moon.

The scenery beside him receded quickly, and his body was like a whirlwind, faster than driving a sports car.

Just now, she saw the figure in white flying away in this direction. This person was most likely the person she was looking for.

His figure was lightning, but in the blink of an eye, Ling Mulao had already flown out of the courtyard and landed in the garden.

Deep in the bamboo forest, the wind blows the leaves, and the swaying bamboo leaves screen out scattered shadows.

The gold-like light spots fell on the ground, reflecting the green moss on the bluestone slab and leaving deep footprints.

Could it be that the man went into the woods?

Narrowing his eyes slightly, Ling Mulao had no time to think too much and ducked into the forest as lightly as a civet cat.

On a hot day, it is cool in the bamboo forest, just like late autumn.

Everything around him was normal, there were no formations, no miasma, and no mechanisms. It was so peaceful that it seemed like it was just a forest.

However, Ling Mulao was not an ordinary person. She could clearly feel that there was something strange in this forest.

The deeper you go, the more you feel that the forest is incredibly large, seemingly endless and endless, like a maze.

Ling Mulao remembered that although Yongyi Mansion was big, no matter how big it was, it would not be possible for her to travel so many roads.

Then, there is only one possibility, that is, someone has tampered with it. This person is not using formations, but illusions, just like a ghost hitting a wall.

This kind of formation cannot be broken. The only way is to stay awake at all times and get close to it by mistake.

Walking and walking, Ling Mulao walked forward slowly, his eyes quickly glancing at the bad environment around him.

When I reached a particularly dense bamboo forest, my steps stopped, and I suddenly looked back at the layers of bamboo leaves. The bright moonlight was completely blocked.

Vaguely, I seemed to hear the sound of footsteps, heavy and powerful. It was estimated that this person did not have any martial arts.

Ling Mulao followed the sound, turned a corner around the forest, and saw a strong figure wearing a light blue robe, walking in a hurry.

An Yongwen?

The man had just revealed his face, and Ling Mulao immediately recognized him as An Yongwen, Prince Consort An.

However, why did he appear here so late and leave in such a hurry? Is he going somewhere?

His heart suddenly sank, he frowned, and Ling Mulao followed cautiously.

It's strange to say that there was clearly an illusion in the bamboo forest, but just after following An Yongwen for a few steps, the surrounding bamboo forest suddenly rotated, and a spacious avenue suddenly appeared.

The moonlight was hazy and the ground was bright.

What fell in Ling Mulao's sight was actually another world.

In the fenced yard, the vines were covered with all kinds of small flowers, the colors blooming very brightly. In the middle of the yard, there was a simple wooden house, with a candle flickering in the house.

An Yongwen paused for a moment, as if he noticed someone was following him behind him. He suddenly turned around and glanced around quickly, but saw nothing.

Seeing An Yongwen turn around, Ling Mulao hurriedly turned to one side and nimbly hid behind a big tree, where the dense branches and leaves sheltered her.

And just on one side of her figure, her eyes quickly glanced at An Yongwen, and her figure suddenly froze.

Those eyes...

Under the moonlight, Ling Mulao had just looked carefully. An Yongwen's eyes were purple, unfocused, but cold and terrifying. As she turned over to get up, Ling Mulao didn't look at the person she kicked up. She grabbed him and threw him on the ground.

Clothes on the bedside.

As he ran, he put on his clothes and jumped out of the window in a flash.

The wind rustles, chasing the stars and the moon.

The scenery beside him receded quickly, and his body was like a whirlwind, faster than driving a sports car.

Just now, she saw the figure in white flying away in this direction. This person was most likely the person she was looking for.

His figure was lightning, but in the blink of an eye, Ling Mulao had already flown out of the courtyard and landed in the garden.

Deep in the bamboo forest, the wind blows the leaves, and the swaying bamboo leaves screen out scattered shadows.

The gold-like light spots fell on the ground, reflecting the green moss on the bluestone slab and leaving deep footprints.

Could it be that the man went into the woods?

Narrowing his eyes slightly, Ling Mulao had no time to think too much and ducked into the forest as lightly as a civet cat.

On a hot day, it is cool in the bamboo forest, just like late autumn.

Everything around him was normal, there were no formations, no miasma, and no mechanisms. It was so peaceful that it seemed like it was just a forest.

However, Ling Mulao was not an ordinary person. She could clearly feel that there was something strange in this forest.

The deeper you go, the more you feel that the forest is incredibly large, seemingly endless and endless, like a maze.

Ling Mulao remembered that although Yongyi Mansion was big, no matter how big it was, it would not be possible for her to travel so many roads.

Then, there is only one possibility, that is, someone has tampered with it. This person is not using formations, but illusions, just like a ghost hitting a wall.

This kind of formation cannot be broken. The only way is to stay awake at all times and get close to it by mistake.

Walking and walking, Ling Mulao walked forward slowly, his eyes quickly glancing at the bad environment around him.

When I reached a particularly dense bamboo forest, my steps stopped, and I suddenly looked back at the layers of bamboo leaves. The bright moonlight was completely blocked.

Vaguely, I seemed to hear the sound of footsteps, heavy and powerful. It was estimated that this person did not have any martial arts.

Ling Mulao followed the sound, turned a corner around the forest, and saw a strong figure wearing a light blue robe, walking in a hurry.

An Yongwen?

The man had just revealed his face, and Ling Mulao immediately recognized him as An Yongwen, Prince Consort An.

However, why did he appear here so late and leave in such a hurry? Is he going somewhere?

His heart suddenly sank, he frowned, and Ling Mulao followed cautiously.

It's strange to say that there was clearly an illusion in the bamboo forest, but just after following An Yongwen for a few steps, the surrounding bamboo forest suddenly rotated, and a spacious avenue suddenly appeared.

The moonlight was hazy and the ground was bright.

What fell in Ling Mulao's sight was actually another world.

In the fenced yard, the vines were covered with all kinds of small flowers, the colors blooming very brightly. In the middle of the yard, there was a simple wooden house, with a candle flickering in the house.

An Yongwen paused for a moment, as if he noticed someone was following him behind him. He suddenly turned around and glanced around quickly, but saw nothing.

Seeing An Yongwen turn around, Ling Mulao hurriedly turned to one side and nimbly hid behind a big tree, where the dense branches and leaves sheltered her.

And just on one side of her figure, her eyes quickly glanced at An Yongwen, and her figure suddenly froze.

Those eyes...
Chapter completed!