Li Yu was stunned when he heard this, but as a demon guard for many years, he never commented much on Mo Qingyu's thoughts.
He whispered: "Yes - master, please don't say that. It is the subordinates who are grateful for the master's mercy. Otherwise, how could they still live so well?"
Li Yu smiled bitterly as he spoke, probably thinking of something, and his expression became a little sad.
Mo Qingyu glanced at him and said with unclear meaning: "I can't tell how comfortable your life is."
Li Yu remained silent.
Mo Qing turned around and left in his wheelchair.
It's night, and the moonlight seems to be much lighter than in the past. Its gentle light is sparsely scattered on the glazed tiles.
The ground is paved with a layer of complex and exquisitely crafted Nanyao blue bricks. There are some weeds growing in the gaps between the blue bricks, and they stagger around when the black ghost shadow blows.
Black shadows shuttled around in the criss-crossing palace walls and royal pathways, and when the wind blew, only the purple trailing behind them could be seen.
The meridians of Mo Qing's legs have not yet been connected, but where is the strength? As soon as the night falls, he prepares to go to the wall of Shuyu Hall to take a look. Unexpectedly, before this man can sit firmly, he is almost blown away by a black wind. Ruined image.
Mo Qingyu immediately raised his eyebrows and cursed angrily: "I haven't found fault with you yet, but you came to provoke me first! Isn't this the old man who has hanged himself!"
She asked Jiang Si to watch Concubine Sun here to prevent her from getting into trouble again, but she slapped the ground with her palm, and she was three feet high from the ground, and her originally dark eyes turned purple.
Mo Qingyu stopped chasing with his legs and flew in the air, looking more like a ghost than the ghost in front of him!
Don't think too much, the ghost in front is probably Sun Guifei's old mistress, called Fulu.
Fulu ran very fast, but was always stuck outside Mo Qingyu's casting range. He was just a little kid. Mo Qingyu couldn't catch up for a long time, and he became angry for a while.
She unfolded the folding fan, and the picture of the feast of mountains and rivers on the fan seemed to come to life.
Mo Qing's face darkened and he said in a cold voice: "That boy, why don't you stop quickly!"
Fulu couldn't even outrun him, so he wouldn't listen to Mo Qingyu's words. When he ran, he was like a black shadow of a black clown, without the slightest trace of a human being.
He secretly felt bitter. The old man clearly said that with this talisman, few people in this world could catch him. Seeing that the effect of the talisman was about to come, Fu Lu was anxious and a group of ghosts gathered and dispersed. .
Another hurricane suddenly blew up behind him, knocking his newly condensed figure to pieces.
There should be no one living in the palace in front. Mo Qing struck out with an "overwhelming" blow and trampled four or five nearby palaces. There was so much movement that no one came out. It was so dark nearby that not even the lights were on. rise.
Fulu was beaten so hard that he couldn't even maintain the most basic dignity, and his soul turned into what it was before death.
His face could not be seen clearly, and his body was covered with rotting, smelly flesh. He looked dead like Ling Chi, and there was not a single visible piece of flesh on his body.
This is uglier than a dead body in the water in the summer.
Mo Qingyu felt that it was irritating to her eyes. She was floating in mid-air, lowering her eyelashes and looking down at the unknown thing.
"Why are you running?"
Fulu said angrily: "Aren't you going to run away and wait for you to take me in?"
His voice was strange, probably because he had injured his vocal cords, and it was as rough as a saw grinding hard on a hard stone.
"I'm not one of those stinky Taoist priests, and it's not my business to accept you."
Mo Qingyu was puzzled.
Fulu choked up: "How do I know who you are."
Mo Qingyu didn't bother to talk nonsense to him and said directly: "You killed Sun Zhen, why don't I investigate the case? You go to find your little concubine every day, don't you know she was under the soul-locking curse?"
Fu Lu waited for a long time, and now he could barely maintain his human form. Just like what Wen Ruxi saw in Sun Guifei's dream, this Fu Lu looked like a half-grown boy, with a delicate appearance.
I can't say he's handsome, but he's clean.
But when he heard what Mo Qingyu said, his face that he could finally see became ferocious again. Overlapping scars lay across the face, half bloody and half clean and delicate.
Mo Qing thought he was too ugly, so he waved his hand to make him look like a normal person.
"So what if I know?" Fulu gritted his teeth, "Sun Zhen deserves to die!"
Mo Qing said, "Then just go and pester him. Why do you want to hurt innocent people?"
"Innocent?" Fulu said with a ghostly look, "In the entire Sun family, except for Nuo'er, who is innocent?"
Mo Qing and Wuyu said: "I'm not talking about people from the Sun Mansion - then Dou Sanniang is not the one who gathered the clusters for you?"
"So what?" Fulu didn't think there was any problem. After becoming a ghost, he only relied on the obsession he had during his lifetime to stay in the world. If the obsession disappears, this ghost life will come to an end.
"That Sun Zhen has harmed countless people and is very afraid of death. Without Dou Sanniang's help, how could I have entered Sun's house and killed that old dog?"
Mo Qingyu touched his chin and said, "You really did it."
Ghosts can't lie, especially in front of Mo Qing and Mo Qing. They don't even have the qualifications to lie.
A strong pressure enveloped Fulu, and he knew that the day should be over.
Besides, there is no way to survive. His only regret is Concubine Sun who is trapped in the palace.
The ghost began to twist again.
Mo Qing said to him, "It will never end."
There was sudden movement behind her, and Mo Qingyu felt Wen Ruxi's aura and thought to herself, why is this kid here to join in the fun? What if she sees him like this?
Thinking of a quick victory, Mo Qing and his eyes completely turned into deep purple. Only the eyes of demons are purple in this world. The darker the color, the stronger the strength. But the color in Mo Qing and his eyes almost turned into pure black. .
She raised the folding fan in her hand high and unfolded the fan. With a flick of Mo Qing's wrist, the ghost mist that was about to scatter was trapped in the world with her hand.
The folding fan like a sharp knife cut through the ghost mist, and only the twisted and sharp ghost scream could be heard.
Mo Qingyu rubbed his earlobes. This was a real ghost cry, an attack with spiritual power. When ordinary people hear it, they may die, become stupid, go crazy, or be controlled by ghosts. But it is a pity that the person standing here now is not someone else. .
Rather, he is the Demon Lord who is second to none in terms of single-wheel strength in the world.
Therefore, Mo Qingyu just looked at the ghost mist with a blank expression as it was stirred up by the folding fan.
When Wen Ruxi arrived, the palace that was in danger just now collapsed completely.
The palace collapsed at Wen Ruxi's feet. This man was dressed in black and holding a dragon-controlling demon bone gun in his hand. His hair was raised high on the back of his head, making him look like a high-spirited young man.
Mo Qing was sitting in a pile of ruins with the sickly one. There were signs of fighting all around her. The folding fan fell into her hand.
With his back leaning against the half-collapsed wall, Mo Qing raised his eyebrows with his hands and said angrily: "Why are you here?"
"Are you injured? Where's your wheelchair? Where's your maid?" Wen Ruxi strode forward and helped Mo Qingyu, who couldn't sit upright at all, with a worried look on her face.
Anyone with eyes can see Mo Qing and his inconvenient legs and feet.
How did she get here without a wheelchair?
Mo Qing said nonsensically with a straight face: "Well... I'm a little injured. What kind of blessing is the troublemaker still there... Ahem, the wheelchair - it probably broke into pieces during the fight, you You might be able to find it if you look around.”
"As for Jiang Si, I asked her to watch Concubine Sun."
Answer all questions, and Mo Qing is very easy to talk to.
Wen Ruxi didn't find anything wrong in these words.
She looked around and said, "Fulu is dead?"
Mo Qing nodded: "Dead."
Wen Ruxi frowned again: "Why did you come to this cold palace?"
No wonder it's so deserted.
Mo Qing and Xin said that she was being supported by Wen Ruxi and lying on his back. This person looked frizzy, but he walked very steadily.
"Then you have to ask Fulu."
The ghosts were dead, she asked where to go.
Wen Ruxi was choked by Mo Qing and didn't know what to say for a moment.
Mo Qing glanced at it, and she really saw something different among the ruins on the ground.
Patting Wen Ruxi on the shoulder, Mo Qing said, "Wait a minute - what do you think that is?"
The surrounding palaces were all reduced to ruins by Mo Qing and a fan, and some plaques could be vaguely seen among the crumbling ruins.
Wen Ruxi walked in the direction Mo Qingyu pointed at and said, "This is the last place where the late Emperor Ming and the Empress lived."
Her voice was a little low, and it sounded like something was wrong.
Mo Qingyu thought for a while and suddenly said: "That's not your mother."
Wen Ruxi nodded and said, "Yes, this is where my mother last lived."
Mo Qingyu still remembered the things that Jiang Siping kept mumbling in his ears, and wondered: "Isn't Minghe the late emperor's queen? Why is she still living in the cold palace?"
Wen Ruxi shook her head and said, "I don't know. I lived here with my mother when I was very young. I haven't seen my father much since I can remember. Until my master took me away from this cold palace, I I just briefly met my father."
Mo Qingyu patted her and said, "Here we are, right here - put me down."
Wen Ruxi carefully identified the location, placed Mo Qing and Mo Qing on a relatively clean stone, and said, "Isn't this my mother's bedroom?"
No matter how much the palace collapses, the layout will basically remain unchanged. This is where Wen Ruxi has lived since she was a child, so it is not surprising to recognize it.
"What are you talking about?"
Although this is a cold palace, Minghe was once the palace master after all, so the dowry was naturally large, and there were many things in her palace.
After Minghe's death, Wen Ruxi and the young emperor did not touch anything in the cold palace again.
So what Minghe was like when he was alive, this cold palace is still like now.
"Is there a wooden box over there?"
Mo Qingyu pointed at a ruins.
"Yes!" Wen Ruxi squatted down and turned over for a long time before she saw what was sandwiched between the two collapsed walls.
It's hard for Mo Qingyu's eyesight to be so good. There is a wooden box, but it's half broken.
After Wen Ruxi pulled it out, she saw what was inside.
——That turned out to be a painting.
And the people in the painting are still so familiar to each other!
