The Demonic King Chases His Wife

Since they had entered Central Palace, they hadn’t even seen the master’s face. Just like this, they were half-forced brought to a remote small courtyard to settle down.

Mo Yunfeng originally wanted to forcibly separate Su Luo’s four, but Nangong Liuyun didn’t agree, therefore, Mo Yunfeng also had no alternative but to drop it.

Seeing Mo Yunfeng hurriedly leave to make his report, Beichen Ying’s mouth hooked up in a smile that harbored malicious intentions: “Don’t know if the rumors have spread to the ears of The Venerable Palace’s Master, haha, really looking forward to it ah.”

Su Luo kindly reminded him: “Who dares to mention this to the Venerable Palace’s Master ah, isn’t it courting death?”

“Even if someone mentioned it, Mo Yunfeng’s dad also wouldn’t believe it.” Zi Yan said, pretending to be serious.

“Then, there won’t be more fun?” Beichen Ying’s face became miserable, this time, he had become addicted to playing with this rumor.

Su Luo, with a ghost of a smile, slightly raised her eyebrows and patted his shoulder: “Youngster, wait for it, if Mo Yunfeng really dares to make a move against this lady. At that time, this young lady will let him know, why a flower is so red.”

Will Mo Yunfeng dare to make a move on Su Luo?

After pondering for a night, Mo Yunfeng firmly decided to make a move on Su Luo.

He had suffered untold hardships, and accepted compromises, to be able to invite Su Luo to return with him. If he didn’t make a move, then, he just invited her over to provide for her?

Central Palace, Yunsi Palace Hall.

In the study.

Yunsi study was always a crucial place to debrief, people with no fixed duties normally were not allowed to approach.

At this moment, the candle flames in the study were lit. Under the light, a person was sitting and another person was standing.

The person standing was Mo Yunfeng, who recently was trapped in a crisis by rumors. The one sitting on the spacious imperial tutor’s chair, had a neat square face that looked strict at the moment, giving people a feeling of powerful prestige.

This person was not just anyone, but Central Palace’s master Mo Zixu.

Mo Zixu looked at Mo Yunfeng with an indifferent gaze, his voice containing a trace of coldness: “You are certain, that the girl called Su Luo you brought back, her blood really is so magical?”

With one sentence, he was able to stump Mo Yunfeng.

On this whole journey, it wasn’t because Mo Yunfeng didn’t try to look for an opportunity to test Su Luo’s blood, but because of that annoying rumor, Mo Yunfeng had revealed some weakness. Then, Beichen Ying’s group seized the opportunity to ridicule him, ultimately, didn’t know to what how the subject changed to such random directions, to the extent that, up until now, Mo Yunfeng still hadn’t succeeded.

Mo Yunfeng half-muttered to himself before saying: “Li Yaoyao said so, she was very certain Su Luo ate the Scarlet Blood Ningpo Figwort. It is also written down in the《Family’s Secret Records》, that after eating the Scarlet Blood Ningpo Figwort, the blood from that person can help an ordinary person to extend their life and help cultivators to increase their cultivation.”

Mo Zixu, looked at this son who had his head lowered and was reciting it word by word, as if he was looking at an idiot. With a wave of his hand, he stopped his chatter, staring at him very much in an ‘iron won’t turn into steel’ manner: “On this journey, there were so many opportunities, you didn’t find an opportunity to even try?”

“I……” Mo Yunfeng couldn’t say that each time he went over, he would be ridiculed to the point he had cuts and bruises all over and fled in disorder.

“You can’t open your mouth in front of them, then can’t you act as the assassin? It’s not like I asked you to assassinate her, just take a bit of her blood, you didn’t even think of this method?” Mo Zixu watched helplessly, panting with rage.

“Son……” Mo Yunfeng’s head drooped down.

In fact, on this entire journey, his mind was in complete chaos, almost completely invaded by rumors, he simply didn’t have the time to think too much. He was only thinking to hurriedly bring the people back and it would be fine.

“Forget it, forget it.” Mo Zixu disappointedly waved his hand, “Fortunately, you had already brought the person back, tomorrow, you will get that blood from Su Luo, test it and we’ll know if it’s true or false.”