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"Ugh …" "Seems like …"

Little Yun tilted his head as he thought about it.

"No need!"

Su Qingyue was startled by the sudden voice that came from behind.

She started to turn around, but someone held a hand to her forehead.

The brush dust slowly walked in from behind.

Tonight's moonlight seemed exceptionally bright, like a soft white veil quietly covering the earth's surface.

The handsome youth walking over from afar was covered in light. His facial features were picturesque, and a trace of a scoundrelly smile was always on his face. However, he didn't make others feel dissatisfied; instead, he felt comfortable and at ease.

When he saw that Su Qingyue had gone to find Green Bamboo City very late and still hadn't returned, he started to get nervous.

He would never admit to dying because he was afraid of someone.

Right, I'm just not used to it if I can't see.

Su Qingyue did not mind and slightly curled the corner of her mouth.

It was as if her beautiful face had been sublimated by the gentle moonlight.

He had a full, white forehead and bright, black, bright, and big eyes that seemed to want to suck people in.

Small exquisite nose, full pink cherry lips.

Blowable skin glistened in the moonlight.

They were not as domineering and beautiful as they were during the day. They were breathtakingly beautiful.

This was a very gentle type of beauty, so beautiful that no one wanted to disturb this fairy.

However, those who were familiar with Su Qingyue all knew that she was not a fairy at all, but a village nun!

He had seen a lot of beautiful women before, but Su Qingyue's beauty was enough for him to see once again.

She always gives you a different feeling in the next second.

The brush dust could not help but be amazed.

From afar, a filthy voice could be heard.

Su Qingyue was anxious.

If this scene wasn't recorded, then it would be letting down the two who were working so hard!

"Brush Chen, why didn't you let me record it just now!"

Su Qingyue's eyes almost fell out of their sockets. Her tone was filled with regret.

Pen Dust suddenly rolled his eyes.

What fairy?!

Was there something wrong with my eyes?

He took a deep breath and forced out a smile.

"You little girl, why are you so excited when you see this?"

Su Qian Yue didn't even turn her head around as her tone carried a bit of resentment.

"What does my excitement have to do with you? "It's not like I'm watching you get worked up."

Upon hearing these words, his handsome face turned slightly red.

He awkwardly coughed dryly.

Qing Zhu was speechless as he looked at Su Qingyue, who was still lying on the ground like a toad.

As he could not bear to watch any longer, he sent a slap towards Su Qingyue's head.

"Ah!" What are you doing!

Su Qingyue was not in a good mood to begin with, but now that she was being pushed around by the Brushstroke Sect, her mood was even worse!

"Do you want them to hear you?"

The green bamboo also nervously looked at the two people in the distance.

"Miss, lower your voice!"

Su Qian Yue looked at the brush with a furious expression.

He shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

"I've already recorded it, no."

With that, he handed a mirror-like flat surface to Su Qingyue.

"What is this?"

This idiocy gave Brush Dust an urge to retract the clear sky mirror.

"Sky Cleansing Mirror!"

With that, he ignored Su Qian Yue.

A certain someone disdainfully curled his lips, "Tsk, just who is the master!"

Why did it feel like something was wrong!

The person leading the way, Brushstroke, turned his head impatiently.

"Still not leaving?!"

Green Bamboo acknowledged and followed him.

"What are you shouting for? Chasing pigs? "

Su Qingyue turned around and glanced at the two people who were dressing in the distance.

Suddenly, a thought flashed in his mind.

He put both index fingers and thumb into his mouth and exerted force.

"Shh —"

A whistling sound was especially loud in the quiet night.

"Someone's coming!"

A layer of nervousness appeared on the Zhang Clan's flushed face.

"Brother Lin, what should we do?"

The man called Brother Lin looked around.

"It should be because someone whistled and did not notice. It's okay, quickly put on your clothes."

"En, alright!"

Su Qingyue could clearly see that the two people in the distance had put on their clothes and ran away in panic.

The corners of his mouth curled up in a smile of satisfaction.

The look of disdain on his face.

"There's no need to remind them."

"I just want to prepare their hearts!"

Su Qingyue was in a good mood. She looked at the clear sky mirror in her hand.

The back of the mirror was engraved with complicated pictures and inscriptions. Around the mirror, there were even clouds.

The surface of the mirror was not an ordinary colorless and transparent mirror, but a type of golden mirror.

Su Qingyue did not ask any further.

"What preparations?"

asked Green Bamboo from behind Pen Chen.

"A bad mental preparation …"

Su Qingyue did not explain any further.

"..."

YunRou Courtyard.

maidservant one

"Where's Big Sister Xuan'er?"

maidservant two

"Big sister Xuan'er has gone to serve Third Miss, but this Third Miss should be asleep by now."

maidservant one

"There might be something …"

maidservant two

"Yes!"

The two of them didn't know that Su Xin Wan, whom they thought was a goddess, was currently staring at them with bloodlust in her eyes.

As for Xuan'er, she was on the verge of death.

There was blood all over the ground and the smell of blood was everywhere.

However, Su Xin Wan didn't care at all. Her blood-stained hands kept flipping through a yellow book.

Absolute Soul Scripture …

A Ghost spell.

Su Xin Wan knew all of this, but her heart was full of emotions. She wanted to advance and marry into the palace, marry Prince Li, Jun Mo Li …

Xuan'er's mouth was still moving on the ground.

"Miss, please stop …"

These words caused Su Xin Wan's eyes to regain a trace of clarity.

"I can't turn my head …"

Xuan'er, don't blame me for using your blood to cultivate …

Xuan'er's eyes were filled with despair.

Miss, she … Changed.

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(Young Master Seven Thought: I don't know why, but as I write, I suddenly feel that the brush dust and Su Qingyue's face are a match …) No way, I can't be biased!

Su Qingyue belonged to Jun Mo Li!)