The promised appearance is like a god and the person is pure and pure.

Cute! You are cute, and your whole family is cute! I didn’t know that boys can’t be called cute!

The problem is, Miss Leng, you are not a boy!

Leng Wuyou and Jun Moyuan entered the house. Although it looked very shabby on the outside, the things inside were all in good condition. Although, they were all very shabby.

Well, she didn't expect that there would be such dilapidated houses and such poor families in the world of cultivation. She had taken it for granted that there were no poor people in the world of cultivation.

It turned out that she thought wrong. Practitioners are also human beings, and they are divided into three, six, and nine grades. However, the divisions in this other world are more obvious, just like the four major families and ordinary families.

"Sister Beauty, my brother and I are the only ones at home." The little girl moved a chair for Leng Wuyou and the other two.

The two of them didn't mind it and sat down directly.

"What's your brother's name?" Leng Wuyou asked the girl about her family situation along the way, but forgot to ask her brother's name.

"My brother's name is Hu Qi." The little girl bit her lip, still worried about her brother. She asked worriedly, "My brother can really come back. In the past, Huahua's brother never came back!"

Leng Wuyou sighed and wiped off the dust that had just touched the little girl's face, "Don't worry, with us, I will bring my brother back."

"Giggle, um, I believe in the beautiful sister." The little girl got the affirmative answer and finally giggled, her smiling eyes were crooked and sparkling.

Leng Wuyou and Jun Moyuan looked at each other, and they exchanged a look of understanding.

The night was as cool as water, and on the black curtain, a full moon was hanging in the sky. A cloud slowly floated over, covering most of the moon, leaving only a small head exposed.

There was silence in the city lord's mansion.

Two figures fell silently from the roof.

The two looked at each other, nodded in unison, and headed towards the study room and the other towards the Holy Lady Hall.

There was still a faint light coming from the crack in the door in the Saintess' Hall, and Leng Wuyou held his breath to hide himself in the darkness.

A maid came from around the corner, followed by a tall and tall man. The man's eyes were hollow and his body was stiff, like a controlled puppet.

Leng Wuyou's eyes flashed, and he saw a tray in the hand of the maid, covered with a piece of cloth. He looked over with his spiritual sense and found that there was a snow-white bone whistle placed under the cloth. The bone whistle was only as big as a little finger.

The style is very strange. It is obviously just a small whistle, but there are six holes on it. Each hole is inlaid with a bloody gem the size of a tear pea. From time to time, the red gems will emit light and intersect with each other.

As the brilliance circulates, it seems like there is real blood swimming inside.

Leng Wuyou withdrew his consciousness, drew a small concealment rune on his body, and followed them into the Saintess' Hall.

As soon as she entered the Saintess' Hall, Leng Wuyou almost choked at the smell inside, but luckily she held her own and quickly turned off her sense of smell.

Leng Wuyou hid his figure and looked at the big bed in the middle of the Saintess' Hall.

The big bed was covered by white curtains, and several people could be vaguely seen rolling around inside. The overwhelming sound in his ears made Leng Wuyou feel a little uncomfortable in his ears.

There were two naked mummies on the ground outside the big bed. There was still heat on the corpses, which showed that they had just died.

"Holy girl, we've brought it." The maid respectfully led the man to the bed, holding the tray in her hand, "There's also the soul whistle you want."

"Well, phew, put your things down and get out!" The charming and seductive voice was a little urgent.

"Yes." The maid responded and left.

Suddenly a gust of wind rolled up the white curtains, and the man who was still standing beside the bed fell down on the big bed.

Looking at this scene, Leng Wuyou felt like she was going blind because she had just seen that saint's face, so old and ugly. Didn't they say that their saint was as pure and beautiful as a god? How did she end up here?

It's all the opposite.

She's ugly and old, as good as an old lady.
Chapter completed!