Liu Shuangyue had a vague guess.

When His Majesty absorbed the demonic energy that devoured her, what was poured into her body was also demonic energy.

Only demonic energy can refine that evil lotus into a magical weapon with the same properties.

But she didn't dare to tell Qing Hu directly about this speculation.

After all, how could there be demonic energy in His Majesty's body?

She couldn't feel any demonic aura from him at all. All she felt was the trembling and fear that penetrated deep into her bones and soul.

So Liu Shuangyue just guessed and did not express her guess.

Qing Hui didn't think much after hearing her explanation, but his eyes widened in surprise, "Is there such a good thing?"

Liu Shuangyue: "...really?"

"Hahaha~" Qing Hui laughed: "That smelly monk is probably going to be angry to death! He lost his wife and lost his army."

Changli was not angry to death, but Qi Mingyue was indeed very angry.

A simple-looking carriage was speeding along the official road.

In the carriage, Master Changli closed his eyes and twisted the beads with his fingers as usual.

On the other side of the carriage, Qi Mingyue had blood marks on his face, his hair was disheveled, and he was in an extremely embarrassed state. Apart from the blood, there was no trace of color left on his face.

The moment the hairpin pierced her chest yesterday, she knew that Master Changli would have a way to save her.

She was indeed rescued, but before she could take a breath, she was put into a carriage and left the capital as if she was running for her life.

From yesterday to now, Qi Mingyue has not had a drop of water for a day and a night.

The whole person seems to have been drained of his soul.

It wasn't until the carriage ran over a stone and shook violently that her body hit the floor of the carriage uncontrollably. She finally seemed to come to her senses, holding her head and screaming, "Ah——"

She screamed like crazy for a while, but the carriage continued to move forward, and Master Changli still moved the beads.

"Why? Why? Why did we leave the capital? You are so powerful, you killed her, you killed Qing Hui, why didn't you kill her! You just left like this? What about your plan in the capital? You

Why do you have to leave like this!" Qi Mingyue shouted unwillingly.

"Amitabha, the poor monk has warned you a long time ago that you should enjoy yourself while you can. It's because you are greedy and it's your own fault." Chang Li closed his eyes, and his voice was clear and pleasant, but it still stabbed Qi Mingyue's lungs as always.
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"Shut up! Shut up!" Qi Mingyue glared at Master Changli fiercely: "Avenge me, avenge me! Otherwise I will die for you. I know that the heart you keep in me is the heart in my body.

, if I die, you will get nothing!"

"Amitabha, since the donor wants to die so much, then just die." Chang Li opened his eyes, took out a dagger from his sleeve, and put it aside.

Qi Mingyue was stunned.

Chang Li's evil eyes were full of ridicule and amusement: "If the poor monk gives you ten thousand choices, you won't die, so why bother pretending?"

Qi Mingyue's frightened eyes were full of blood, and she shouted sternly: "Yes, I don't want to die, but look at what I look like now? My face is ruined! When you dig out my heart, I will still die! You did

You promised me, taught me my skills, let me survive, let me survive forever! You made an oath!"

"Look at what I look like now!!" Qi Mingyue is really going crazy.
Chapter completed!