Su Luo also didnât hide the truth and confidently said to them: âYou have guessed correctly, this Ancestor Mo, really isnât the original Ancestor Mo. I ought to say that the original Ancestor Moâs control has been wrestled away.â
âControl wrestled away!â Beichen Ying shrieked.
Ancestor Mo was how amazing of an existence, his bodyâs control was wrestled away by someone? This simply, simply overturned Beichen Yingâs knowledge since childhood till now.
Su Luo smilingly looked at him, but she just wouldnât tell him, causing Beichen Yingâs heart to itch, having a difficult time enduring it.
On the contrary, Zi Yan was rather clever, she still knew how to take the indirect approach.
Zi Yan curiously asked Su Luo: âWhat did you guys do in Northern Moâs imperial Palace? Why is the entire Northern Moâs imperial Palace completely destroyed?â
This was Su Luoâs glorious accomplishment, hearing this being mentioned, the corner of Su Luoâs mouth hooked into a proud, self-satisfied smile: âThis matter will take a long time to tell.....â
Therefore, Su Luo started to tell how, at that time, they escaped from Central Palace, how they entered Northern Moâs imperial city, and how she had scouted out the main palace hall at night, and thoroughly narrated every matter in detail to them.
This story was inherently complicated and bizzare, wonderful and brilliant, adding on top Su Luoâs eloquence when speaking, so the whole story reached one climax after another and was very thrilling. Making Beichen Ying and Zi Yan who heard it excited, envious and emotionally moved.
After she just finished speaking about Northern Mo imperial palaceâs part of the story, Beichen Ying and Zi Yanâs face immediately looked hollow.
âNo wonder when we entered Northern Moâs imperial city, we would encounter being heavily hunted down. Sister-in-law, this is all your fault!â Beichen Ying simply wanted to cry but lacked the tears, the more he thought about it, the more miserable he felt.
The two of them was thoroughly unlucky. They were just about to catch Central Palaceâs people to vent their anger, the result ah? Who couldnât they pretend to be, but they actually pretended to be Central Palaceâs core disciples. Wasnât this like lambs going into a tigerâs den? How could they not chase to kill them?
All of a sudden, Beichen Ying return to his senses: âSo to speak, at that time, Ancestor Mo couldnât wait to kill you, afterwards, what happened to him?â Moreover, in the end, where did this powerful expert come from, actually able to wrestle control of Ancestor Moâs body?
As a result, Su Luo once again narrated the original story towards the end one more time.
âIt turned out to be Nangong!â Beichen Ying exclaimed in surprise, his eyes opened wide in a flash, âIt turns out Second Brother is so powerful ah!â
Ancestor Mo was what kind of character? Second Brother was actually able to fight with him to a draw. Moreover, in the end, he was even able to, in one move, run through Ancestor Moâs body with a sword, scattering his soul, thus, his bodyâs control was wrestled away by another.
At this moment, Beichen Yingâs admiration towards Nangong Liuyun flowed endlessly like the Yellow River.
âWhere is Third Senior Brother?â Zi Yan looked all around, âWhy isnât Third Senior Brother here?â
Mentioning Nangong Liuyun, Su Luoâs face turned pale in an instant.
Seeing Su Luoâs expression wasnât good, Beichen Ying and Zi Yan exchanged a glance and saw a bad premonition in each otherâs eyes.
âLuo Luo....â Beichen Ying, in a low tone, called out her name.
âNangong is inside, let us go in.â Su Luo sighed deeply, taking the lead to enter the wooden room first.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Beichen Yin and Zi Yan looked at each other in dismay, afterwards, entered one in front and the other in the back.
Inside the little wooden room, on that simple bed, Nangong Liuyunâs long body laid there. On his unparalleled handsome face, those pair of eyes that looked disdainfully at all under the heavens was tightly closed, as if sunk into a coma.
âNangong, he....â Beichen Ying felt his throat tighten, a sour feeling filling his chest.
In Beichen Yingâs mind, Nangong Liuyun was invincible. He had always been in command, steady as Mount Tai, giving people a sense of security like a great mountain. But now, he laid there, still, as if he had died without a trace of vitality.