Conspiracy

Chapter 478

Inside the second floor, there is a light blue mist floating around, making this place seem like a fairyland deep in the underworld.

The aroma of Lingzhi is sweet but not greasy, clear but not light.

Although Yang Huanzhi is generous, he is not stupid.

Fearing that the mist might be poisonous or have hallucinogenic effects, he covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve that was not yet dry.

But even so, it was useless, the mist could penetrate directly through his skin, penetrate into his body, penetrate into the limbs, bones, internal organs, and circulate in circles.

The area around his heart suddenly felt a little itchy. Yang Huanzhi lifted the front and white shirt, only to see that his wound had healed, and after growing new flesh, he left a light pink scar the length of his little finger.

The scar is very shallow, but not hideous.

"Oh, this treasure land has such a miraculous effect, and I don't know which eminent monk lives here."

He looked at the flowering tree, his eyes unknowingly became hesitant and blurred, and the steps under his feet were moving towards that side involuntarily.

But he knew that his mind was clear and he was not trapped by it.

His limbs seemed to be controlled by others, he was like a marionette, his body became light and weightless, he floated into the air, and flew towards the opposite side.

The second floor is not very high from inside and out, but in Yang Huanzhi's eyes, the jacaranda tree is growing rapidly, and in a blink of an eye it has grown into a towering giant tree that cannot be seen from a distance.

He then flew higher and higher, and those spiritual plants were within reach from the original, and then turned into dots of light, until they disappeared.

At this moment, the only thing Yang Huanzhi can see is the giant tree in front of him.

There were still crystal clear dewdrops on the petals, as Yang Huanzhi flew over, a gust of wind was brought up, the flowers and leaves were blown, and the dewdrops slid down.

Yang Huanzhi's eyes kept changing, and he silently recited the mantra Tang Yinchen taught him over and over in his heart, trying to restore his sanity.

In a pair of obsidian-like eyes, there was a faint dark red luster, Yang Huanzhi didn't notice it.

Fortunately, the heart-clearing spell took effect very quickly, he clenched his hands tightly, and raised his head suddenly.

His eyes are piercing and firm.

He held the branch closest to him, and pushed his arms and shoulders upwards at the same time. His slender legs flipped and jumped, hooking the thick branch, and then he reversed and straddled the tree.

Yang Huanzhi's body was not strong, he was panting heavily, and was about to lift his head, when the scent of the surrounding flowers entered his nose, making him dizzy and almost nauseated.

"Son."

The charming and seductive female voice suddenly entered his ears, and Yang Huanzhi felt surprised.

How can there be a woman's voice in the place where the eminent monk lives?

He held his breath and waited silently for a while, but no one showed up.

"Young Master Yang."

The woman's calling was so charming that it could disturb Yang Huanzhi's mind.

However, his mind was in a trance for only a moment, and when he thought of someone, he returned to normal in an instant.

Barely stabilizing his figure on the tree branch, looking around, the cold and harsh voice seemed to be mixed with ice balls, which was chilling to the heart.

"Mr. Yang, you and the Nu family are destined to be destined, but the son's voice is so cold, it makes the Nu family feel so cold!" the woman said coquettishly.

As soon as the woman's ending sound fell, the fog around the flower tree became thicker, completely blurring Yang Huanzhi's vision.

Moreover, his eyes were burning with pain.

Immediately afterwards, a soft and tender hand rested on the back of his hand, and one side of his waist was also covered by another hand.

Suddenly there was an extra weight on his back, and the warm breath sprayed on his ears and the back of his neck.

Yang Huanzhi's brows became more and more wrinkled, feeling disgusted in his heart.

"Girls respect themselves." His thin lips were pressed together tightly.

"Oh, I really don't know if Mr. Yang is a real gentleman, or if he doesn't care about his daughter's family."

This statement clearly means that he is not good at women.

Her lips suddenly came close to his earlobe, and Yang Huanzhi felt agitated, and he slammed his right elbow back, feeling soft for a while.

When Yang Huanzhi came to his senses, his face turned red immediately, he hurriedly broke free from the arms of the woman behind him, and his eyesight returned to normal.

When he turned his eyes for an instant, he was instantly overwhelmed by the woman's face.

Except for Yueniang in Jiyuefang, he has never seen a woman like the woman in front of him. Her red eyes have an indistinct but captivating aura, and even the corners of her eyes and brows are full of coquettishness. , vividly depicting the four characters of Meigu Tiancheng.

Looking into those eyes of hers, Yang Huanzhi felt as if his body was undressed, without reservation inside and out, as if he had seen through all his thoughts at a glance.

"Mr. Yang, although this place is very lively, it is also a holy place for cultivation. It is better to stay here."

The woman's coquettishness comes from her bones. As she turned from behind Yang Huanzhi, all the seductive facial features and perfect figure fell into his eyes.

The woman's dark blue hair hangs down behind her, her lips are blood red, and her complexion is like the finest creamy white jade. When she passed over his head, and then leaned firmly on the tree branch above him, her slender pair of And the beautiful fair legs are looming in the light gauze tulle skirt with slits, arousing people's imagination.

Yang Huanzhi hurriedly lowered his head and cupped his fists.

"Miss, Yang has no disrespect to the girl, and I hope the girl will not block Yang's way."

Hearing this, the girl's red lips were slightly curved, her expression was lonely, and the amorous feelings in her eyes instantly changed to that of being pitiful, and she wanted to cry in her beautiful eyes.The tears clearly swirled in the eye sockets, and the eyes were delicate and sad.

However, although Yang Huanzhi has always been humble and polite to women, he accepted the girl's guess and was not a womanizer.

"Young Master refuses to stay for the servant's family. Could it be that he already has someone he likes?"

"Exactly."

Yang Huanzhi replied without thinking.

"Oh? The young master is so decisive?"

"If there is, there is. Yang doesn't bother to lie."

"But the young master's favorite person has passed away."

The woman's tone pretended to be regretful, but it was also mixed with ridicule.

"Death?! What did you say? What happened to him? What happened outside?"

The woman tilted her head slightly, her smiling eyebrows were curved, her right index finger and middle finger clamped a strand of hair, and lightly poked the stamen of the jacaranda flower with the tip of her hair.

Seeing that he was anxious, she became even more calm, "Young Master, who is your favorite? Is it the girl in black who has become a demon? Or the boy holding the magic weapon?"

"What girl in black? What did you do to Yinchen and Huanzhi?"

"Don't worry, my lord, no matter whether those two did it on purpose or by accident, since they have entered the cracked state and they are not as lucky as your lord, it is up to fate whether they can get out alive or not. "The woman paused, then raised her eyebrows and smiled again, "Oh, I forgot that the Realm of Cracking is not controlled by the rules of heaven and earth. Pass them!"

Yang Huanzhi stared at her fiercely, "Are you a human, a ghost? Or a demon?"

"My slave's name is Ye Sangsang."

(End of this chapter)