Ling Luoyu opened his hands, wrapped around Mo Xuanchen's waist, and snuggled on his shoulders to watch the changes in the sky quietly, without saying anything.

She knew in her heart that Mo Xuanchen had definitely not said it casually, but must have noticed something.

For some reason, she suddenly felt helpless.

The future is bleak, and no one knows what is waiting for them tomorrow.

Also, Mo Xuanchen was afraid of Mo Shen, the one who would kill him!

Could it be—

Is it the Lord of God??

——

The days with Mo Xuanchen by his side, time flies and always goes by.

With Ling Luoyu's personality, not long after, there was no female hostess in Beiluo Mountain who didn't know that she was not the wife of the palace master.

She let some elders and disciples of Yaoshan Sect go away and instruct them to continue to refine pills after going back.

And she herself stayed in Beiluo Mountain with Bian Liangcheng and others, leading the remaining disciples of Yaoshan Sect to refine elixirs.

They must improve everyone's cultivation in the shortest time.

The injured people in Yue Yunzhong gradually recovered one by one with the help of elixirs.

Although they were forced to take pills, fortunately Mo Xuanchen was good and had pills to improve their cultivation, so they did not have much resentment in their hearts.

During this period, Mo Xuanchen talked to everyone alone, and recorded their heritage with ink and sorted out and summarized it.

In order not to distract him, Ling Luoyu moved out of Mo Xuanchen's bedroom and transferred to the study.

When she was cleaning up the bed, she found that behind several rows of bookshelf, there was a sealed locked bookcase.

"What is that?"

"Those are old books that you don't read often. Because they don't need it and can save cleaning, they installed the bookcase and locked it. Do you want to read it?"

The maid summoned Chan to put down the folded clothes in her hand and walked towards the incense burner.

"The key to the bookcase is always in the incense burner, so that it is easy to find it so as not to be lost!"

The maid Zhao Chan was originally Yang Guang's personal maid, so she gave it to her for the sake of Ling Luoyu's use.

Zhao Chan is smart and sensible, and Ling Luoyu likes it.

"You go and do it, I'll just take a look!"

Ling Luoyu took the key and asked Zhao Chan to do things without following in front of her to serve.

The surface of the bookcase is very clean and does not get dusty.

But when I opened the cabinet door, a strong smell of ink came to my nose.

“This taste…”

She sniffed hard.

"Madam, that cabinet only opens once a month for ventilation, but it doesn't move it out to dry. It must be a bit moldy. Why don't I take out all the books for you to dry?"

"No, I'll take a look..."

What attracts Ling Luoyu is not the musty smell, but a faint smell of burnt fragrant wood.

Killed fragrant wood is a tree that never rots for thousands of years. After burning, it will have a burnt smell that is too big for stir-frying, so it is called Killed fragrant wood.

Because this kind of wood is hard and not rotten, it is mostly used to make book scripts and record precious texts.

But Ling Luoyu searched around but could not see any shadow of the bamboo slips.

The bookcase is not big, one person is tall, three feet wide, and only one foot thick, you can see it at a glance.

"Is it because of the burnt fragrant wood inside?"

She searched around the bookcase for a brief moment, but couldn't see any clues, and couldn't help but frown.

"No?"

But the smell of burnt fragrant wood is so obvious, it will definitely not be gone.

She simply took out the books, read them one by one and stacked them neatly.

When I found the third line, something "clicked" and fell on her instep, and the burnt smell became stronger.
Chapter completed!