Mo Chuan and Luo Mei'er went back to resume their duties. The maid said in a gentle tone, "Miss, I have something to do at the moment. You two adults will wait for a moment."
Inside the room, a cold voice sounded, "You mean, they have gone to the tenth floor?"
The gauze rolled up, revealing the beautiful face of the beauty, and the screen embroidered with a divine bow shooting at the sun blocked all this scenery.
In fact, without this screen, no one could catch a glimpse of the sudden appearance. Because the person kneeling outside the screen had his head hung extremely low, and cold sweat was pattering on the back of his hands, without any notice.
But he didn't dare not reply, "According to the news from the sword tower, it is indeed true."
Yu Fuguang's chest rose and fell, and he felt a dull pain again at the place where the sword penetrated.
She tightened the corner of her purple clothes and let out a cold sigh, her eyebrows as cold as ice.
Forty-three days.
No one has ever reached the tenth floor in such a short period of time.
Deep in Yu Fuguang's heart, an annoying jealousy arose. She sat up with support. With hands as delicate as fine suet jade, she straightened her wrinkled clothes. She breathed out slowly, and her heart gradually returned to calm.
If you can cross the illusory sea of dust and reach the twelfth floor of Jade Fuguang, your state of mind will naturally not be so shallow.
"Let everyone in Wenjian Tower evacuate." Yu Fuguang said leisurely, looking through the screen and looking out the door.
The man felt relieved, respectfully said "yes", and exited the door. He just felt strange in his heart, why is the eldest lady so talkative today? Not even angry.
Because I was thinking about something, I didn't see Mo Chuan and Luo Mei'er outside the door, and went straight to Wenjian Pagoda.
Mo Chuan stared at the back of the departing person, slightly dazed, but the maid reminded him: "My lord, please don't keep the lady waiting for too long."
"Thank you." The man bowed his head and thanked him.
Luo Meier stepped forward to the threshold and stopped outside the screen.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Mo Chuan coming, and he cursed in his heart, don't drag her down even if you want to die.
"Qin Tang is dead?" As soon as he stood still, a woman's calm questioning voice came from the screen.
Mo Chuan opened his mouth, but before he could reply, the woman said again: "Bring his spiritual root here."
Mo Chuan could only respectfully present the jade box containing Qin Tang's spiritual root.
"What did he ask you to say?" Yu Fuguang glanced briefly and then withdrew his gaze, seemingly not very interested.
In other words, he was interested in what Qin Tang asked him to say.
Outside the screen, Luo Mei'er was thinking about Fu Yu Fuguang's words. The young lady didn't seem to be very angry, and she seemed to be expecting that Qin Tang would definitely ask someone to tell her.
Thinking of Qin Tang's words before his death, Luo Meier felt that fortunately this hot potato was not in her hands.
Mo Chuan resisted the pressure and relayed: "Qin Tang said that if the young lady misbehaves, she will be punished by God in the future."
Every word is like a god beating a drum, reverberating in the heart.
Luo Mei'er felt very uneasy as she listened. She secretly raised her head to peek into the scene inside the screen.
Mo Chuan even broke out in a layer of hot sweat, soaking through his clothes.
Hearing this, Yu Fuguang laughed leisurely and said as if nothing had happened: "She Yu Fuguang behaves badly and will be punished by God in the future."
Mo Chuan raised his head suddenly, then lowered his head quickly. Her words were exactly the same as Qin Tang's words in the water prison, word for word.
"Okay, everyone, please step back." Yu Fuguang lazily ordered.
As she exited the room as if she had survived a catastrophe, Luo Meier whispered: "Do you think the lady is a little strange today?"
Mo Chuan walked in front and paused, "If you want to live a long life, stop talking nonsense."
Normally, Luo Meier would have been angry, but now she just glared at the man and shut her mouth.
She also knew that what Mo Chuan said was not unreasonable.
The maid gently knocked on the door.
Yu Fuguang stood up slowly, walked to the jade box where Qin Tang's spiritual root was placed, squatted down, and measured it carefully.
Qin Tang's spiritual roots were as crystal clear as jade, with two colors, like mandarin ducks crossing their necks, entwined together. It's just that because it has been out of the body for too long, even if it is contained in a jade box, it is still a little dim, and the spiritual energy is constantly dissipating.
Yu Fuguang thought of Qin Tang's words again and couldn't help but laugh. He was still as worried as ever.
Those who behave inappropriately will be punished by God. Should he curse her or remind her?
Yu Fuguang didn't have much trouble in his heart. He picked up the spiritual root and threw it out of the window. A black dog happily devoured it.
…
In the tenth floor small world.
The girl in white robe didn't know what happened, but she was so dirty that her clothes were stained with cigarette ashes, which couldn't be washed away with the dust purification technique.
Sanqing got into trouble and was afraid to look at the talisman beads. He whispered: "I won't do it next time."
After saying that, he helped the girl pat the cigarette ashes on her clothes as if to please, but the more she patted, the more gray stained the white clothes.
Sanqing retracted her hand angrily, still a little strange, "Why can't it be wiped off?"
Fu Zhu had no choice but to change into a light cyan robe and told Sanqing: "Don't touch me until your hands are clean."
The little girl nodded repeatedly and ran to the water to wash her hands. But it was still in vain.
She spread her resentment on the bird egg she picked up. If it hadn't been for this broken egg, she wouldn't have nestled it, and the ash would have fallen down and drenched the talisman beads.
Although he had changed his clothes, the remaining ash on his face could not be washed away. Fu Zhu could not help but glare at Sanqing again.
Sanqing hugged the bird egg and said weakly, "Actually, it doesn't affect anything." Even though he has a big face now, he still looks good!
He looked at the girl carefully and said righteously, "If you are really angry, just think of this bird egg as me and strike with your sword!"
Fu Zhu: "..."
A bird's egg would break if touched. How could it withstand her sword? And, is the problem with the eggs?
Fu Zhu twitched the corners of his mouth speechlessly, but said nothing.
Sanqing took it as a sign that she had calmed down and followed behind with a smile. While walking and looking at the sky, she tripped. Fortunately, she was agile and stood firm, but the bird egg fell out.
Da da da roll away.
Sanqing hurriedly chased it, picked it up and looked at it several times, "Fortunately it didn't break."
Fu Zhu looked at the egg, thoughtfully. Maybe it would be possible for Sanqing to let her chop the egg with a few swords.
It had just fallen so far and hit a rock, but the egg was still intact, which was unusual.
"I'll pick up some branches later and boil these eggs." Sanqing thought.
Such a big bird egg must be delicious.
Fu Zhu turned a deaf ear and let her pick up some dead branches and rags and threw them into the storage bag.
The unwashed hands stained with soot became darker and darker from picking up firewood. Sanqing looked at her and shouted, "Fu Zhu, just wait for me there. I'll wash my hands again." .”
Fu Zhu walked to the tree to wait for her. The little girl ran to the waterside holding the egg, placed the egg firmly, and rubbed her hands carefully.
The dirt stained by collecting firewood is easy to wash away, but the soot from before still cannot be washed away.
"It's so strange, why can't it be washed away with water?" Sanqing looked at the clear water, which reflected his face. There was only a little gray mark on his face, which was much better than the condition of Fu Zhu.
The figure of a girl in green was also reflected on the water, leaning leisurely under the tree, waiting for her without any impatience.
