Ling Luoyu felt a stern heart, turned over and jumped up, flew on the beam, and raised his hand to wipe the dark colored place.

"Mo Bing?!"

Mobing is a kind of paint that outlines murals and can be attached to the wall.

There was also a faint smell of grass in the ink ice, which indicated that there were other things mixed in the ink ice.

Condescendingly, Ling Luoyu looked at the ground, outlined the marks of the handwriting, and realized something in his heart.

Mo Xuanchen should have added something to Mo Bing and then applied them to the beams.

As time goes by, the ink ice reacts chemically and then drips to the ground, which forms a mark.

In other words, Mo Xuanchen did not come back.

This handwriting was left behind by him for a long time, but it fell to the ground at that time and formed a mark.

"Mo Xuanchen..."

Ling Luoyu felt uncomfortable in his heart.

What exactly is Mo Xuanchen doing?!

Why is it so mysterious?

They have lived and died together, and there is nothing she can't know?

Suddenly—

Ling Luoyu's glans suddenly shrank and suddenly looked at the mark in front of him.

"The Devil Queen..."

Speaking of which, the Demon Queen is Mo Xuanchen’s grandmother and his mother’s biological mother!

Could it be that his departure is related to his mother?!

Ling Luoyu thought of what Jinzhu said to her again!

She said that she knew where Mo Xuanchen’s mother was imprisoned!!

Could it be that Mo Xuanchen is going to save his mother?!

Turning over and jumping down, Ling Luoyu put on his shoes, grabbed a coat, and flew out of the terrace.

"Swoosh!"

The big wings of the Lihuo God Phoenix appeared buzzing. When she was about to fall to the ground, she suddenly caught her, whistled and flew into the night sky, and flew towards the back hall.

At a high altitude, Ling Luoyu turned over and jumped down, landed steadily on the roof of the back hall, and then fell under the corridor on one side.

As soon as he stood firmly under his feet, a touch of coldness pierced under his neck: "Who is it?!"

Ling Luoyu raised his hands lightly and turned slowly: "It's me!"

Xue Jie was stunned and quickly put away her long sword.

"Miss Ling, it's been midnight..."

Xue Jie was wearing a middle-dress and holding a sword barefoot, and was obviously awakened in her sleep.

"I want to see your master!"

"You? Now?!"

Xue Jie subconsciously looked at the hall with faint candlelight.

"But my master is already asleep!"

Ling Luoyu didn't want to explain to her, so he turned around and pushed open the door.

Ningzi and others on the night had already woken up, and when they saw her coming in, they were all confused.

"Miss Ling, are you?!"

"Shh!"

Ling Luoyu raised his finger and lit up his lips, signaling Ning Zi and others to silence.

"You all go out!"

Ning Zi looked at Xue Jie and withdrew one after another with her nod.

Xue Jie was about to leave, but was called by Ling Luoyu.

"Sister Xue!"

Xue Jie knew it and closed the palace gate and led her to the bedside of the Demon Queen.

On the bed, the demon queen was sleeping happily with the brocade quilt in her arms.

Ling Luoyu stood tall and looked at her with a frown.

The literals left by Mo Xuanchen also have another meaning—

Here is a clue about his mother.

Seeing her silently, Xue Jie became more and more nervous: "Miss Ling, you..."

"What rumors do you hear about your ladies?!"

Xue Jie's pupils suddenly shrank: "What are you asking for this?"

Ling Luoyu's pupils were dark, and he suddenly turned his head to look into her eyes.

Xue Jie's answer is to some extent equivalent to acquiescing the rumored statement.

Otherwise she would give an extremely negative answer instead of asking her the other way around.
Chapter completed!