"Call the disciples of the sect to come over. I have been sleeping for a thousand years and I don't know what the situation is in the sect now." Nan Qing ordered.
Mo Xingsha saw that she was covered in moisture, even the ends of her hair were wet, and her long hair was uncombed.
"Is this how you meet people?"
"Why not?"
It’s not that she’s not wearing any clothes, Nan Qing doesn’t want to see anyone with her heavy hair on her temples. She looks like a witch in red clothes with her hair casually hanging around.
In Mo Xingcha's opinion, women have to bathe, change clothes, apply perfume and powder when meeting others. It is rare for her to save trouble like this, but I have to admit that even if she doesn't apply perfume and powder, she still has such a clean face.
It's hard to take your eyes away.
Mo Xingsha quickly withdrew his eyes after realizing what he was thinking.
This woman is indeed more beautiful, but she is not enough to charm him.
Mo Xingsha asked Di Lin to invite seven elders over.
"The elders are currently in the church, and the other helmsmen are outside. The news and portrait of you waking up will be sent to each helmsman." Mo Xingsha sat on the chair with his arms folded.
There was a smile in his eyes when he spoke, and his eyes were calculating.
It is impossible to send the portrait away, and the helmsman will not know about the saint's awakening.
He will kill her before anyone knows!
Nan Qing had been paying attention to him and naturally did not miss the murderous aura in him.
Unconsciously, he smiled on the surface, but secretly wanted to kill her.
There are seven elders in the Demon Sect, and the elders came to pay homage to Nan Qing one by one.
Nan Qing looked at the seven old men standing below. Several of them were ugly and had poisonous pus on their bodies. From the looks of it, they were masters of poison.
She glanced at the people below: "You should have heard about my life. Now that I have woken up, I have sorted out all the matters for you to see how much money, how many foundations, and how many disciples there are in the sect.
, everything in the future must be reported to me."
The expressions on the other elders' faces were subtle for a moment, and their eyes turned to Mo Xingsha who was beside the saint.
The Great Elder took a step forward: "Yes!"
The other elders quickly followed after seeing it.
Mo Xingsha frowned, this woman was really careless, she wanted to be on an equal footing with him as soon as she got up.
She has been sleeping for hundreds of years, and this is not what she used to be.
A lazy man's voice sounded: "Holy girl, you must have been sleeping for a hundred years and you must not understand a lot of things now. Moreover, you just woke up and your health is urgent. I will take care of you for the time being until you are well."
It’s not too late to take care of these things.”
The words were high-sounding, and the desire to protect power was evident.
Both of them are nobles and masters. The seven elders below all lowered their heads and pretended not to hear anything.
Nan Qing chuckled softly and said in a seductive voice: "I am in good health. You don't have to worry about it. I can still handle this matter."
"Oh, that's right, but I look at the Saintess and she doesn't seem to be in good health."
When he entered the cave, he saw her adjusting her breathing, and her face was obviously not very good.
After sleeping for hundreds of years, she has just woken up and must not have recovered yet.
Mo Xingsha asked all the elders to go back, but he did not leave.
Nan Qing stood up: "Why are you still sitting here? I'm going to have a rest."
Evicted guests.
Mo Xingsha sat still on his chair, looking at her with interest: "Saint, if you become a saint obediently, maybe you can live another hundred years, but if you are in such a hurry...
...I will find you an eyesore."
"Really? You are also very annoying in my eyes." Nan Qing looked at him with disgust, and then said coldly: "You can get out."