The devil concubine ghost vine is in hand, she doesn't raise it if it's not a beast

After returning from Mount Xumi, Shen Tangluo went to see Nangong Mo.

The library building is built on the northernmost ice cliff of Fengmian Villa.

The clouds and mist are rising, and the bamboo tower is quiet.

"You won't join forces with Big Dog to lie to me, will you? Since you are a member of Shen Tangluo's tribe, why do you have the surname Nangong?"

Zhongsheng squatted opposite Nangong Mo, resting his elbows on the desk, holding his chubby cheeks, blinking his golden eyes and asking questions non-stop.

"Are you the only one of her tribe? Where are the others?"

"You are reading a medical book, right? Are you a doctor?"

Nangong Mo suddenly raised his head, "Why are you asking about this?"

"Of course I have my own reasons." The sentient beings raised their delicate little chins.

"Since Tangtang didn't tell you, I naturally have nothing to say. You have found the wrong person."

All living beings ask, "Can't you be flexible?"

"No." Nangong Mo refused ruthlessly.

"You were not born with a broken pulse. Did you suffer a serious injury when you lost your spiritual energy?"

As soon as these words came out, Nangong Mo's hand that turned over the book visibly stopped.

"All beings!"

As the voice fell, a slender figure came into the sight of the two of them.

Shen Tangluo's voice was a bit sharp, "Who brought you here to quarrel with her?"

The sentient beings trembled, and pitifully called her, "Shen Jiao."

"If you want to stay, just shut up." Shen Tangluo's eyes were cold.

Turning around, his complicated eyes fell on Nangong Mo, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

After losing his cultivation, Nangong Mo's body became particularly afraid of the cold.

He was dressed in cloud-colored clothes and wrapped in a thick fox fur.

When they suddenly met, her expression was a little stiff, and she clutched the medical book in her hand in embarrassment.

"Tangtang, you are back."

"Yeah." Shen Tangluo glanced at the book in her hand and found an empty seat to sit down.

After a pause, a faint blue bead condensed in her palm and handed it to Nangong Mo.

“If you don’t cross yourself, it will be difficult for others to cross.”

"Sister, throughout your life, people can only seek their own integrity, respect themselves, and love themselves, which is the foundation of enlightenment. No one should tie their own value to others." "Han Xiangning touched you, I will do it for you." You got it back."

Nangong Mo stared at the spirit essence in her hand, her eyes instantly moistened, and her voice trembled slightly.

"Tangtang, what did you call me?" She raised her eyes in disbelief.

A bright smile bloomed at the corner of Shen Tangluo's mouth, "Sister, I'm getting married."

*
The news that His Highness Yunfu Jiu and the Young Master of Xuanling Palace were about to get married spread like wildfire.

For a time, it caused a sensation in the entire Li Kong Continent.

Shangli City, the Imperial Palace, Mingfeng Hall.

In just a few days, Mo Jinchu was tortured by the evil spirit in his body on the Mid-Autumn Festival night, and was left lying on the bed in a state of paralysis.

She has lost all her cultivation and has aged dozens of times.

No matter how good the elixir was, it would be a drop in the bucket if used on her, unable to save the life that was disappearing day by day.

The body aged at a speed visible to the naked eye, and within three days, she turned into an old woman with a vicissitudes of appearance.

She didn't dare look in the mirror and didn't want to see anyone.

When she accidentally heard the news that Jun Yunsi was getting married, she gathered all her strength and struggled to sit up, but unexpectedly coughed up a large mouthful of blood.

"Yun Si, Yun Si..."

There was a muffled "bang" sound, and when he turned over, he fell directly from the bed.

"Where is my son? I want to see His Highness Ninth Prince."

"Empress!" Wan Yu hurriedly ran in, tears streaming down her face, "Your Highness hasn't returned to Shangli yet, and your subordinates have sent secret guards to look for him."

Mo Jinchu's face was covered with wrinkles, and his original luxurious and bright appearance could no longer be seen.

Her eyes were almost blind.

But she couldn't just die.

Her son is the most powerful alchemist in the entire Li Kong, and his medical skills are unparalleled.

"Yes, I must wait until he comes back. He is my child who was born in ten months of pregnancy and will not leave me alone."

"Yun Si, my son..." She leaned against Wan Yu, and the muddy tears rolled down her face, "Mother misses you so much, Mother needs you."

Wan Yu was so heartbroken that she didn't dare to tell her about the news that His Highness Ninth Prince was going to marry the young master of Xuanling Palace.

ps: There is a huge foreshadowing in this chapter