Phi-Fic Chapter 114 A Born Actor
Chapter 114 A Born Actor
Thinking he could escape, he was surprised to find himself facing He Yuhuan's eyes in the blink of an eye!
Its sharp teeth were bared, and its body was soaking wet; it looked even more like a waterlogged ghost than he did.
The little hand grabbed his collar: "Why did you jump into the river again? You don't taste good!"
They simply grabbed him and threw him back onto the deck. He looked like a dying fish, pitiful, with his hands supporting him on the ground.
Su Fengling crossed her arms and looked down at him, but he still wanted to set his sights on Zhongli Yueluo.
Zhongli Yueluo glanced at her, then reverted to her cold demeanor from when they first met yesterday.
She glanced at Su Fengling from head to toe; his hand was slightly red. She didn't even look at Miao Qing.
Instead, he walked over to Su Fengling, picked up his hand, and examined it.
He touched the reddened area with his thumb: "Did he hurt you?"
Su Fengling immediately began to whine, "Sister, he not only hurt me, but he also wanted to kill me and my brother."
"Lock him up!" Without turning her head, she went to her room to get the medicine and applied it to him.
Now that she's outside West Demon Mountain, free from any constraints, she will not allow anyone to harm the people she cherishes!
Yan Ruoyu appeared at just the right time, her expression slightly cold.
"Gongshu Liang and the others have also arrived. Their boat is behind us, about half a day's journey away."
Gongshu Liang was a suspicious man by nature, and sure enough, he didn't trust anyone else with all his affairs.
Moreover, he has such a strong sense of self-respect that he would never swallow his pride after being rejected and humiliated by Zhongli Yueluo time and time again.
Zhongli Yuelu hummed in response, a cold glint flashing in her eyes. She smiled slightly at everyone, pretending nothing was amiss.
Miaoqing was locked in a warehouse under the deck of the ship, and no one was guarding her.
Zhongli Yueluo stood with his hands clasped in front of his abdomen as he walked to the warehouse door. The environment was dim, and his eyes gleamed with blue light.
He Yuhuan, who was next to Zhongli Yueluo, also had a green glint in her eyes.
He looked at her, still feigning a docile, manipulative demeanor: "Miss, why did you lock Miaoqing up?"
"At this critical juncture, let's stop pretending. We both know what's going on."
Zhongli Yueluo pulled out a stool from somewhere nearby.
He sat with his legs crossed, elbows on his knees, and hands supporting his face.
Her pure and innocent appearance had vanished completely.
Autumn Water's eyes held a ruthless glint, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.
"Tell me, which of the twelve ghosts are you?" Her lips parted slightly, her voice ethereal and otherworldly.
He then pulled out a small dagger from his waist, conjured a wine glass, and dripped a few drops of blood into it, swirling it around.
Miaoqing knew this might not be a good sign.
They originally thought Zhongli Yueluo was the easiest one to control, but they never expected her to have this side to her.
"Yu Huan, help me set up a barrier. What happens next should not be known to others."
Her gaze towards He Yuhuan was full of tenderness, yet she was truly a terrifying woman.
He Yuhuan was extremely obedient to her, and her barrier wouldn't be easily broken by outsiders unless the three of them joined forces.
Zhongli Yueluo stood up and opened the warehouse door.
Miao Qing narrowed her eyes, and the water in her hand rippled and transformed into a blade.
Before he could even make a move, He Yuhuan's golden mace was already pressed against his chest.
Zhongli Yueluo casually pinched his chin and poured the wine mixed with her blood into his mouth.
He was lifted up by his chin and swallowed.
“Young Master Miaoqing, you should feel lucky. The secret that follows is not something that everyone can know.”
The wine cup in Zhongli Yueluo's hand fell to the ground with a clatter. She then chanted an incantation, and the blood flute appeared in her hand.
"The Blood Demon Clan controls ghosts, while I control all demons."
She leaned close to his ear, her voice soft, icy cold, yet with a hint of allure.
I felt as if the glass of wine I had just drunk was coursing through my countless meridians.
It seemed to have a life force, trying to break through his blood vessels.
Miao Qing gagged twice. He had heard that this princess was a bit strange, but he didn't expect her to be this strange!
"Miss!"
"What did you call me?" His eyes narrowed into crescent shapes.
But there was no emotion in his eyes, his dimples were deeply reflected in them, and Zhongli Yueluo's blood flute was held to his lips.
Miao Qing opened her mouth again, then suddenly covered her chest with both hands.
The melodious flute music rang in his ears, and his heart felt as if it were being gripped by someone, tightening and loosening.
Immediately, I felt a sharp, needle-like pain in every blood vessel.
My vision gradually blurred, and each heartbeat felt like a sharp knife piercing my heart.
He saw her standing there, seemingly untouched by the world, and he gripped the air with his fingers.
He was about to grab her dress, but she looked at him with disgust.
He looked down at him, the flute music gradually ended, and he was covered in sweat, his whole body flushed.
It felt as if all the blood rushed to the surface of the skin, and even the corners of the eyes bled.
Zhongli Yueluo sat down again: "Did Zisang send you?"
"Let me guess, you're good with water, maybe a water ghost or something. I heard you're even faster than Yu Huan."
"Ha! I'm afraid none of them knew that Princess had this side to her, right? Are you afraid too?"
His voice was hoarse, followed by a cold laugh, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
"I'm afraid, I'm afraid they'll get hurt because of me." Because she wasn't very skilled at operating the Blood Flute.
Many of the magical properties of musical scores were gradually understood during this period.
He just happened to be in the line of fire again, so they had no choice but to use him as a test subject.
"As long as the princess doesn't kill me, I can take her to find the Demon Flower to cure Feng Shaojun's poison."
He's still up to no good and is trying to buy time.
"Good-looking people are all liars. When you used that charm, weren't you sure I would fall for it?"
Zhongli Yueluo lifted his chin with her blood flute and blinked innocently.
He chuckled coldly, "Thank you for praising my looks, Princess, but you still want to kill me?"
He could feel the intense killing intent emanating from Zhongli Yueluo, as well as the inexplicably excited aura emanating from He Yuhuan beside him.
"No, if you behave well, I won't kill you. You can send a message to Zisang Shi saying that Su Fengjun is dying."
The blood flute gradually disappeared from her palm. She straightened her clothes and tidied her sideburns.
She returned to that innocent look.
He Yuhuan blinked at her twice: "Ah, Master, aren't you going to eat?"
She tapped her head: "Open the barrier."
“Princess, aren’t you afraid I’ll tell them your secret?” Miao Qing stood up, her brows furrowed.
"Sure, Yuhuan wants an extra meal anyway."
She smiled slightly, the barrier was removed, the door opened, and Su Fengling stood outside.
When they saw Miao Qing, her whole body was flushed, covered in sweat, her clothes were disheveled, and her hair was damp.
I looked at Zhongli Yueluo again, and there was no change.
Miao Qing was perhaps born with a talent for acting; as soon as she saw Su Fengling standing there, her eyes welled up with tears, and she looked extremely aggrieved.
"Oh dear, Princess, look, you've gotten me all wet."
Upon hearing this, Su Fengling looked at her, waiting for her to explain.
Zhong Liyueluo held his hand without saying a word, but he arrogantly shook it off.