Boss, she was forced to be the wife

Chapter 110 The pain of parting
——It’s so painful. It feels like a big stone is pressing down on every part of my body, unable to move.
--who am I
--Where am I.
When he opened his eyes, he saw the carved eaves. He sat up and felt a little uncomfortable on his face.

He reached out and touched it, but he didn't touch his cheek. Instead, he touched a hard material, which seemed to be a mask.

So he took off the mask and looked at it carefully, only to realize that it was a fox mask.

The white fox eyes are painted with red paint, which makes them look a bit evil.

"you're awake."

While he was in a daze, an old voice came from the side.

He looked in the direction of the sound and found a somewhat dignified man sitting beside the bed.

"Who are you and who am I?"

The man glanced at the man on the bed, smiled and said:

"Don't you remember the Holy Master?"

"Are you calling me?"

He pointed at himself and looked at the man in front of him strangely.

"It's you, Holy Master, the Holy Master of my Shengtian Palace, or I can also call you the Palace Master."

The man bowed slightly and saluted. Although his tone was so arrogant, his actions were so humble.

Looking at the strange man in front of him, he felt a splitting headache and something important seemed to have been forgotten in his mind.

So he held his head in his hands and tried to calm himself down.

"What is my name?"

"When you return to the palace, your name will be Mu Yao."

Mu Yao Mu Yao
He repeated the name repeatedly, but could not form any memory in his mind.

The headache had relieved a lot. When Mu Yao raised his head and looked at the man again, he had already stood up.

"I forgot to introduce you, I am Zuo Zixun, the great protector of Shengtian Palace. During the time you were missing, we have been looking for you, just waiting for you to come back and take over the position of Holy Lord."

He waved his hand, and the servant standing aside walked to Mu Yao obediently and helped him to the bed. Someone knelt down to put on his shoes.

When the shoes were put on, someone helped him up again.

Mu Yao only felt that his legs were a little weak when they first touched the ground. After taking two steps, he felt much better.

Let the servants dress him and quietly retreat.

At this time, the white clothes on his body looked extremely holy. Zuo Zixun looked up and down, was very satisfied, and said to Mu Yao:

"The old Holy Lord is about to die of illness, you should go see him now."

After saying that, he picked up the fox mask that Mu Yao had placed on the bed, carefully put the mask on his face, and then walked ahead.

Mu Yao hesitated for a moment, then followed Zuo Zixun.

The interior of Shengtian Palace was magnificent, and servants coming and going saluted Zuo Zixun and Mu Yao one after another.

Soon they arrived at the old Holy Master's bedroom. The door was opened by a servant, and Zuo Zixun walked in. The person lying on the couch was breathing heavily.

Seeing the arrival of the two men, the old Holy Master nodded, and his cloudy eyes somehow regained their luster.

"Mu Yao, are you feeling better recently?"

Facing the old Holy Lord's inquiry, Mu Yao was stunned for a moment, and then said:

"I am fine."

The old Holy Lord nodded and said nothing more. He just looked at Zuo Zixun and continued to ask:
"Now that the ceremony is ready?"

Zuo Zixun stood aside with a smile, nodded and said:

"We are all ready to return to the Holy Master. We just need to wait for Mu Yao's health to be well before we can hold the succession ceremony."

"Tomorrow, just tomorrow. Ahem."

The old Holy Lord seemed to be in very bad health, and he kept coughing after just saying a few words.

His hair was already white, and was tied up in a bun at the back of his head, with the rest of his hair hanging freely on his back.

Even in such a miserable state, he seemed to be very dignified.

Mu Yao looked around and found that the attendants around him were all men. He, Zuo Zixun and the old Holy Master were all men.

"Okay, you go back first. Protector Zuo and I have to talk about tomorrow's succession ceremony."

The old Holy Master finally breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand towards Mu Yao, indicating that he should retreat first.

Although he had a lot of questions in his heart, looking at the old Holy Master who was dying soon, Mu Yao still followed his servants and left.

Walking in the aisle of Shengtian Palace, Mu Yao had doubts in his heart, so he pulled the servant who led him back and asked:
"Why are there all men here and no women?"

But although the servant was pulled to a halt by Mu Yao, he lowered his head and refused to say a word no matter what Mu Yao asked.

"You'd better not embarrass him. As a servant of Shengtian Palace, you won't say unnecessary words."

When Mu Yao heard the sound, he saw a man wearing orange clothes and a high bun standing at the end of the corridor.

I saw that he was rich and handsome, and his eyes were very agile.

Seeing that Mu Yao stopped moving when he saw him, he stepped forward and walked around Mu Yao a few times before saying:
"The successor Holy Master has always refused to show his face. Even though you and I have known each other for more than ten years, today I finally saw your face."

"Guardian Zuo said that you have lost your memory. Is it true or false?"

Mu Yao didn't know who this was, let alone what he was talking about, so he could only look at him silently.

When the man saw that Mu Yao was motionless, he chuckled and said:
"Oh, it seems you have really forgotten that if I got close to you in the past, you would push me away."

After saying that, he walked away from Mu Yao and said:

"Since you have lost your memory, please help me, an enthusiastic person, to help you recall it. My name is——"

His voice was deliberately prolonged for a while, as if he was still testing Mu Yao's memory. Seeing that he was silent, he spoke:
"My name is Gan Xin. I am one of the four hall masters of Shengtian Palace. I am your playmate who grew up with you."

Mu Yao frowned and recalled, then shook his head and said:
"No impression at all."

Hearing what Mu Yao said, Gan Xin pretended to be helpless and aggrieved and shook his head:

"Alas, it seems our friendship is nothing more than this."

After saying that, he took the initiative to put his arms around Mu Yao and led Mu Yao towards his bedroom.After Mu Yao was sent away, Zuo Zixun and the old Holy Master began to talk.

"When you find him, make sure he's dead."

"He's dead. His body is rigor mortis. He's been dead for several days."

Zuo Zixun said expressionlessly, completely losing the smile he had just when he came into contact with Mu Yao.

"Ugh"

The old Holy Master sighed with great regret.

"It's pitiful that the new Holy Lord that I have cultivated for many years in Shengtian Palace has been destroyed by the Ten Thousand Poison Sect. It is really hateful!"

Seeing that he was beating his chest and feet, Zuo Zixun sneered and said:
"Old Holy Master, you don't have to act with me. Why did Mu Yao slip away from the eyes of Shengtian Palace for no reason? You know better than anyone in your heart. Now that he is dead, a new person is casually inserted to replace him. It's completely impossible."

"You cough cough cough"

The old Holy Lord coughed violently, then looked at Zuo Zixun with some horror and asked:
"Even so, are you still unwilling to let me go?!!"

Zuo Zixun took a step forward, looked coldly at the old Holy Lord on the sickbed and said:
"Since you helped Mu Yao leave, you have to pay the price for it. He can't donate holy blood to Shengtian Palace, so before you die, even if you are not the Holy Master, you still have to donate it."

-

Shengtian Palace.
Wan Moluo chanted the name repeatedly and looked at Mr. Chen with a hint of confusion.

"Shengtian Palace is a sect that is said to have split from the Yinfu Kingdom. Although their palaces are located at the borders of various countries, they are so hidden that no one has been able to find them yet."

"Then why did they take Runzhi away?"

Wanmoluo didn't understand why such a sect that had nothing to do with the world would take Runzhi away for no reason. Could it be...
She looked at the dead man. Could it be that this man had a special status?
Recalling that Mr. Chen had just said that this person would transmit all his inner strength before death, Wan Mo Luo had a bold guess in his mind.

"You must have guessed it, not bad."

Mr. Chen calmed down and continued:
"I guess that this young man who is about to die soon should have an important position in the Shengtian Palace."

"Only men can enter the Shengtian Palace. They don't welcome women, let alone women, and the techniques they practice can only be learned by men."

"No wonder this man said you couldn't transfer his internal energy to him."

Wan Mo Luo knows that this world is a world where women are respected. Even in the martial arts world and the martial arts world, those who are in power or are powerful are women, and men are mostly women's vassals.

Even if some men from aristocratic families are famous in the world, most of them are in the glory of some aristocratic families.

It is extremely difficult for a man to make his way in this world by relying on his own abilities and not relying on his family.

The Shengtian Palace is a place specially designed to accommodate men. Their palace gates only accept men to come and learn from their masters.

And their techniques can only be learned by men.

It is said that if a woman wants to practice it, her body will explode and die. I don’t know if it is true or not.

"So he passed on his inner strength to Runzhi, hoping that Runzhi would return to Shengtian Palace on his behalf. But their looks are different, and they will inevitably be recognized even after they return."

"I don't know what the reason is."

Chen Lao shook her head. She knew very little about Shengtian Palace. The only thing she knew about it was some rumors about Shengtian Palace that were circulating in the world.

Some expressed their admiration for Shengtian Palace, while others scorned it.

But everyone knows that Shengtian Palace comes and goes without a trace, and it is difficult to find their palace.

"No matter what, no matter what the reason is, I will find Runzhi. If he chooses to leave on his own, I have nothing to say. If he is forcibly taken away, I will definitely bring him back."

At this time, Wan Moluo felt that his heart was in a state of confusion, and his originally calm heart became chaotic again.

She has already lost many people and cannot lose Qiao Runzhi again.

A sour feeling rose up in her heart. Wanmoluo had never felt that she was so worried about someone. She felt a little heartbroken and was even more surprised at her state.

She might really be in love with Qiao Runzhi
But this awareness was only discovered by my slow self when we were leaving. Isn't it a little too late?
Wan Mo Luo smiled bitterly, then looked at Mr. Chen and said:
"Old man, I really have to leave. I have a lot of things to do this time. I'm afraid I won't be able to come back to see you for a while."

Mr. Chen didn't care about this, and just waved his hand to signal Wan Moluo to go ahead without worry, she would stay here and try to wait and see if the people from Shengtian Palace would come to collect the body of this strange young man.

After bidding farewell to Mr. Chen, Wan Moluo left along the mountain road he came from. He asked people he met along the way based on Qiao Runzhi's appearance and characteristics.

But this is undoubtedly a needle in a haystack. Although Wan Moluo found a painter to draw Qiao Runzhi's appearance based on his own description, he still found nothing.

Just walking and asking questions like this, I occasionally got rid of a few minions of the Wandu Sect.

Without Qiao Runzhi and the others, Wanmoluo felt that his pace was much faster, but...
But something seemed to be missing. She felt that she was gradually different from before.

With no one close to him anymore, Mara felt like he was gradually returning to the state of a zombie.

I walked and searched like this for more than half a month, and finally arrived at the border of Xuanyuan Kingdom.

Mara sat on a stone by the mountain spring, staring blankly at the portrait of Qiao Runzhi painted for her by a painter she met along the way.

A full half month has passed, and she still hasn't collected any information about Qiao Runzhi.

In fact, with her walking pace, she could reach the border of Xuanyuan Kingdom in five days, but she spent ten more days searching in this area.

Not only did she find nothing, she also attracted the attention of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect. She came to the border of Xuanyuan Kingdom this time because she killed too many members of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, which caused a shock within the Ten Thousand Poison Sect.

While killing another batch of Wan Du Sect's minions, I accidentally heard that they were going to send more people to lay a dragnet to catch him.

Although Wanmoluo was not afraid at this time, she had other things to do.

If she wants to annihilate the Ten Thousand Poison Sect in one fell swoop, she cannot do it alone.

Wei Xiwen had previously been promised to go to Xuanyuan Kingdom, and the Fuling sect to find her old friend Gu Qin has not yet been implemented.

Maybe Runzhi was taken to Xuanyuan Kingdom, or maybe the palace of Shengtian Palace is in Xuanyuan Kingdom.

Wan Moluo felt that he had been recruiting for a long time but could not find it in the buffer zone between the South Kingdom and Xuanyuan Kingdom, so he might as well try his luck elsewhere.

Thinking of this, Wan Moluo carefully put Qiao Runzhi's portrait in the painting tube, simply collected some water from the spring and prepared to continue on his way.

Just when she was about to use her inner strength and use Qing Kung to leave, she heard crying coming from the forest.

Wan Mo Luo now has six ears, and he feels that he is not very far away from him. He listens patiently and understands -

——There are bandits that are only seen in the mountains and forests, robbing the passing caravans.

This group of caravans seems to be different from other caravans. In the past, there were several people who knew martial arts in the caravan, but now there is not only no one who knows martial arts in this caravan, but there are several children. and men.

(End of this chapter)