Episode 71 Demon Flower Floating

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[God's will, what is God's will? If you want to go against the sky, can you?

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When I returned to the altar, the sky had already darkened.

Yan Moxue avoided the main door and climbed over the wall alone. Her footsteps were frivolous and her face was as pale as paper.

I don't know why, since she brushed the strange Taoist priest in the morning, her shoulder has been faintly painful and crisp. It is numb, like tens of thousands of needles flowing in the blood, tinging every nerve. This is really an inexplicable feeling that she has never had before, as if all this pain came from a touch with the Taoist priest.

"Is it... poisoned?" No, no, Yan Moxue shook her head. It's just a gentle touch, and she even has time to push him to the Taoist priest. How could she give him a chance to poison him?

What's more, she is the gorgeous magic door. Poisons are simply commonplace for her, and ordinary poisons can't hurt her at all. What's more, I'm afraid there are few people in the whole world who can poison her.

So, what's wrong with the inexplicable tingling on the shoulder? Is it because of running around for days and the consumption of internal force, so excessive fatigue causes the recurrence of old injuries? No, the burn on my shoulder hasn't recurd for many years. How could it be so coincidental that it happened at this time!

The more she thought about it, the more strange it became. Yan Moxue opened the door and looked at the bronze mirror not far away. Suddenly, her eyes lit up.

Step forward quickly, and the room was filled with a faint sandalwood fragrance. Yan Moxue stood in front of the mirror so weakly, and her jade face was calm like a newborn baby. There was a momentary shaking, and then she began to loosen the tie around her waist. Then, the home-style light green floral pleated skirt was scattered, and the fair skin was completely exposed to the air.

Suddenly, a touch of enchanting black appeared in front of her eyes without reservation.

"This is..." In front of her eyes, Yan Moxue reached out and touched it, and a feeling of heat came from her fingertips, with a sharp pain. She looked at the incomplete black flower on her left shoulder in the mirror, and her pale face was full of shock. "What is this...what is this?"

"What the hell is this..." Yan Moxue stared in the mirror, and her pale cheeks looked even whiter under the candlelight. Coupled with the inexplicable black flower, a strange atmosphere came from her heart.

However, when she rubbed hard on her shoulder, hoping to erase the black flower, she suddenly found that the enchanting black flower seemed to have taken root in her body. No matter how hard the bright ink snow tried, even if it had been rubbed off a layer of skin, it could not be erased.

The black demon flower, like a birthmark, was deeply imprinted on her shoulder and in her life from the beginning.

What the hell is going on?

Why do black flowers suddenly appear on the left shoulder?

Is this a sign? Or is it a sign of poisoning?

Or...does it have something to do with that strange Taoist priest?

Countless questions filled her mind in an instant, and Yan Mo Xue was stunned. Just as she was puzzled, a voice suddenly remembered outside the door.

"Master."

The voice suddenly rose, interrupting Yan Moxue's chaotic thoughts at the right time. She looked at her eyes sideways. She quickly put on her clothes, put on a silver feather mask, and then closed her eyes, only silently covered her irritable emotions. When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to the indifference and arrogance of the past.

Push the door and look outside the house. Yan Moxue said, "What's the matter?"

"Master, something happened to Xiao Bing."

"What?" Before the words fell, the person in front of him only felt the wind sweeping by. When he looked up, he found that there was no one in front of him. Turning around, he was stunned. It turned out that the hall master had already flown ten feet away and went to Xiao Shuai's mansion.

Passing by the wind, Yan Moxue quickly walked between the forest and the house. Although Yurong had no blood color, she couldn't take care of it at this moment and just wanted to get to Xiao Shuai's mansion quickly. The gauze tent suddenly rose in the wind, and his toes fell to the ground lightly. Seeing that the master of the hall finally appeared, the cold frost changed his usual calmness and rushed forward in a slightly extreme expression. Master, you are finally back.

Standing, Yan Moxue nodded slightly and adjusted the chaotic internal information at the right time. However, she swept her cold eyes to the people in the room and saw that everyone was embarrassed and sad. Dongfang Chunyue was even more tearful, and her whole body fell weakly on the noble concubine's bed.

Seeing this scene, Yan Moxue only felt that her stomach was churning, which made her frown and pull her eyes to Xiao Bing on the bed. What the hell happened?"

"To the hall owner, it's Xiao... Xiao Bing..." Leng Shuang pointed to the inner room worriedly, looking slightly wrong, and seemed to be a little nervous.

"What's wrong with him?" Hearing this, Yan Mo Xue raised her eyebrows secretly and strode to Xiao Bing. However, she couldn't help but be shocked.

"This..." On the bed, Xiao Bing's face lay there like paper, her lips were dry and cracked, and there was a dark and heavy color. After all..." This is a sign of poison gas attack. Seeing this, Yan Moxue couldn't help frowning and staring quietly.

What the hell is going on? In just a few days, Xiao Bing became so haggard, and her whole body was lifeless, and even the corners of her eyes were spreading a little black.

"How could this happen?" My heart suddenly tightened, and I only felt that my stomach was rolling more violently. However, Moxue reached out and brushed his wrist. At that time, the pulse that sometimes had made her eyebrows tighten. She was puzzled and did not want to believe it. Again, she scratched her hand against the tip of Xiao Bing's nose, but... the breath was extremely weak, which was really unimaginable.

"Bunuch, I just say less than half a word, how did it become like this!!" She suddenly pulled up and said angrily.

"What's wrong? Yan...Yan girl." Hearing Yan Moxue's scolding, Dongfang Chunyue quickly got up from the noble concubine's couch, stumbled in front of her, and asked anxiously.

Looking at Dongfang Chunyue's slightly messy bun and rushing towards herself, Yan Moxue was suddenly stunned, only to find that she had just lost her composure. She quickly closed her eyes and covered her chaotic mood. When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to the coldness of the past. She only swept her cold eyes to the Oriental Pure Moon and ignored it.

Then, she slowly looked at everyone and looked around coldly.

She seemed to be looking for something, but because she didn't say a word, everyone could only hold their breath and dare not make a sound.

Suddenly, the room was quiet, and everyone only turned around with Yan Moxue's eyes, but they didn't know what she was looking for. Finally, after a long time, Yan Moxue suddenly picked up her charming eyes, closed her eyes and sucked quietly. Then she pointed to the incense burner on the window sill and said coldly, "Who put that in the room?"

As soon as the words were asked, the room fell into silence again. Everyone looked left and right, but no one was willing to admit it.

Dongfang Chunyue followed Yan Moxue's eyes and found that what she was referring to was actually the incense burner she had put on the window sill earlier. Is it the problem of the incense burner? She didn't dare to think too much, but her heart became more and more entangled. Then, she looked at the cold frost beside her. The two looked at each other, but the cold frost just silently moved away. Dongfang Chunyue saw it and suddenly said, "It's me, I put it there." She whispered, like a child who had done bad things.

Hearing this, Dongfang Chunyue only felt a sharp light pass through her heart and killed her in front of her. She couldn't help swallowing her saliva and raising her eyes. She found that Yan Moxue stared at her coldly. The coldness and cruelty in her eyes really scared her. What...what's the matter? What's wrong with Yan's girl?" She asked in a low voice.

The room fell into silence again, and everyone only felt that Yan Moxue's sharp eyes had been shooting on Dongfang Chunyue. No one dared to look directly at the murderous eyes for a moment. There is nothing wrong!" In the end, Yan Moxue suddenly withdrew her eyes, gritted her teeth, and turned her eyes to Xiao Bing again.

Fate, or doom, is Xiao Bing's doom, and Yan Moxue sighs in the bottom of her heart.

In fact, she should have known early that this was not an ordinary fragrant corpse konjac, and Xiao Bing did not die on the spot after poisoning, which was very strange. After that, although he was fine for the time being, Yan Moxue had tried to force poison with internal force, but no wonder it was here. No matter how she forced her internal force, the toxin flowing in Xiao Bing's blood could not be forced out from his fingertips, but kept spinning in his internal organs.

Originally, Yan Moxue came back this time to see if she could use the unique internal power of the Flame Demon Gate to force out the poison in Xiao Bing's body, but who expected that an incense burner destroyed her plan.

Why do you put purple flowers in the incense burner? Doesn't anyone know that the fragrance of purple flowers is the best nourishment for fragrant corpse konjac?

Or... Did someone deliberately put it here for Xiao Bing's life?

The more she thought about it, the more angry she became. Yan Moxue shot her eyes fiercely at Dongfang Chunyue. It could be seen that her face was full of guilt, and her original anger had to be slowly hidden. She turned her eyes and said coldly, "Who gave you the incense bag in this incense burner?"

Dong Chunyue was already full of guilt and couldn't wait to live and die with Xiao Bing. Suddenly, she heard Yan Moxue's question. She suddenly raised her eyes, but she was speechless for a moment and hesitated and didn't know what she was saying. Yes...is..."

"What is it?" Yan Moxue suddenly raised her voice. What she hated most was that someone didn't speak simply and procrastinated.

"Yes..."

The atmosphere was once tense, and before Dongfang Chunyue's words fell, Leng Shuang suddenly stepped forward and knelt down on one knee and said, "Master, the incense bag was bought by the princess to go outside, which is said to be good for Marshal Xiao's health."

Hearing this, Yan Mo Xue's charming eyes picked up slightly, but walked to the window sill, picked up the incense burner with one hand, turned to look directly at the cold frost. Shuanger, did you buy this? She asked word word with cold eyes.

"Yes, Lord." In fact, Leng Shuang understands that every time the master asks word by word, he wants to give her another chance. But this time there was no way out, so she answered again bravely, but her eyes drifted to the Oriental Pure Moon with a nervous look.

For several years, there are more than tens of millions of people who have been reading it, especially their cronies who have been by her side. If she can't even notice this subtle change, she is not worthy of being the gorgeous magic door.

However, why doesn't the cold frost tell the truth? Yan Moxue slowly swept the familiar face, opened the incense burnt, poured out the unburned incense ash, pointed to it, and asked again, "Have you ever seen what's in this incense bag?"

The fragrant ash fell to the ground, and the cold wind swept by, and suddenly bursts of smoke and dust.

I don't know why, Leng Shuang looked at the fragrant ashes all over the ground, and his heart suddenly trembled, "My subordinates... I have never seen it."

"Have you ever seen it?" Yan Moxue was suspicious, "This is Zixunhua." She said word by word.

"Purple... purple flower..." After saying that, I only felt that the cold frost's body tightened for no reason, and then the whole person fell back. Purple flowers, how can it be purple flowers? She muttered, her eyes were confused.

"I'm going to ask you, Shuanger, who has been in Yanshatang for so many years, can't you even tell that this is a purple flower?"

"My subordinates... my subordinates..." Leng Shuang got up again and knelt in front of Yan Moxue, but found that she had nothing to say.

What is purple flower? Is it a flower? Is this flower related to Xiao Bing's poison? Although the people present listened to the dialogue between Yan Moxue and Leng Shuang, no one understood what they were talking about. And everyone knows that Yan Moxue will not explain to them, so no one dares to intervene between them.

After saying that, everyone only saw the most shocking face of Leng Shuang, and then saw Yan Moxue looking back, staring on the Oriental Pure Moon, and said coldly, "What about the princess? When will my subordinates be tolerant of your dispatch!"