Evil Emperor, my mother-in-law is super righteous

Chapter 1326 The ghost, he doesn't even know?
Mu Qingluan naturally knew why, and it wasn't because of Xuan Yi's relationship.

However, Xuan Yi like this will definitely be squeezed out by many demons.

But he will always have his own loyal subordinates, no matter what happens, until the last moment, he will not know who will get it.She still hopes that Xuan Yi can control the power of the demon clan.

As for those people in the temple, they had to surrender in order to save their lives. They were all smart people, and even the god emperor was gone. Naturally, whoever could speak would listen to him.

……

The top of a mountain peak, surrounded by white clouds.

A palace stands on the top of the mountain. At a glance, it looks like a pavilion, but it is beautiful, like a fairyland.

This is the headquarters of Molan Palace, and it is also the unknown dark force of Di Siyu.

"Hallmaster, you are finally back!" Xiaofeng said respectfully, looking at the silver-haired man in front of him.

His tone was full of excitement. Ever since the incident thousands of years ago, after the Palace Master left, he never came back. It was only later that he learned that the Palace Master started killing because of the siege of Goddess Jinluan by all the clans. Followed without hesitation.

But he believed that the Hall Master would always come back.

Sikong Yu sat in the main seat in the main hall, resting his chin in his hands, his eyes were slightly closed, as if he was taking a nap.

Afterwards, he slowly opened his eyes, looked into Xiaofeng's eyes, and said, "Guardian Xiao, tonight...tomorrow morning at the latest, find out the mole in Molan Temple, and don't reveal a word about my return." .”

In this Mo Lan Palace, a traitor had been infiltrated tens of thousands of years ago, but before he had time to clean it up, he had entered the path of reincarnation with Luan'er. Since he came back this time, he must find out the traitor as soon as possible.

Traitor?

Hearing his words, Xiaofeng opened his eyes wide in shock, he didn't even know!

How terrifying is the enemy, and how well he can hide, even he hasn't found it for thousands of years?

Sikong Yu knew what he was thinking at this moment, since that person arranged for people to lurk within his influence, how could he reveal any clues? What he wanted was a long-term lurk, not just a day or two.

No matter what, it is necessary to send a competent person over, at least that person's strength and prudence are no less than Xiaofeng, otherwise how could he escape Xiaofeng's eyes.

"Before tomorrow morning, if you can't find the mole, you don't have to be the highest Dharma protector of the Mo Lan Palace anymore." After giving cold instructions, he got up and disappeared in the hall immediately.

"This subordinate will definitely live up to the Palace Master's expectations." Xiaofeng said firmly to the place where he disappeared, with an unprecedentedly firm tone.

Since there is an inner ghost, he will dig it out even if he digs three feet.

After Sikong Yu disappeared from the main hall, he appeared on the top floor of the palace. There is only one independent room here, and only he can enter it. There is a barrier outside, and no one can open it.

"Luan'er, we've only been separated for less than a day, and I miss you so much! What should I do..." He muttered to himself, his tone so soft that one couldn't help but fall into it.

His eyes are deeply fixed on the portraits in the room.

For tens of thousands of years, the things in this room have never changed, and they are full of memories of him and Luan'er.

They are basically portraits of her, each of which shows a different look of her.

Every painting is painted by himself.

But today's Luan'er is very different from her thousands of years ago, but it makes him love her even more.

Pick up the brush again, arrange the rice paper, and grind it.

This night, Sikong Yu just stayed in this room all night...

　I'm sorry, I'm seriously stuck tonight, I really can't write it, I always feel that no matter how I write it, I can only write a chapter first, and I will write more when I think about the plot later... Crash...

　　
　
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