Sure enough, working for the royal family means giving up your life!
Just when Ling Luo was struggling in her heart, the dark eyes in her dream suddenly flashed and completely occupied her mind.
Her whole body stiffened instantly.
What's going on? This annoying feeling of being spied on?
"I have already told you the news about Lingxi Agarwood. Come and continue translating the human skin ancient scroll for me. Today is the last chapter." Chen Jiu opened the reversible wall of the library, and the two of them walked along the winding path.
, enter the hidden stone chamber.
On the way to help the old monster translate the ancient scrolls from human skin, Ling Luo always felt strange. The feeling of being spied on never left her.
After translating the ancient human skin scrolls, Ling Luo didn't stay much longer, said a hasty farewell, got up and left.
However, just after leaving the house, Ling Luo was summoned to the main hall by his father-in-law beside the emperor.
Above the magnificent hall, Ling Luo saw a familiar figure.
Prince Chen Moxu wore his customary black brocade robe with a golden coiled dragon embroidered on it, which reflected his extremely cold temperament. He stood there like an ice sculpture.
"Your Majesty, your Majesty, Your Highness the Crown Prince." Ling Luo bowed and saluted.
"Get back on your feet." The emperor on the dragon throne looked anxious, "Have you gone to see Xuanzu? What did the old man say?"
Ling Luo answered truthfully: "Emperor Xuanzu said that Lingxi Agarwood is in the hands of a eccentric old ghost in Luoxia Mountain Zhenhun Forest, and it seems a bit difficult to deal with it."
"Difficult to do it? There is nothing in Xijiu Kingdom that I, the Crown Prince, cannot do." Chen Moxu spoke with extreme confidence and unruliness in his voice, "I will go with you to Luoxia Mountain."
A look of relief flashed across the emperor's slightly pale old face, and he said, "Xu'er should be careful."
Chen Moxu said loudly: "Father, don't worry, in order to prolong your life, I will go through fire and water without hesitation."
Seeing his pretending to be a filial son, Ling Luo couldn't help but sneer in her heart. As expected, in the emperor's family, everyone is better at acting than the last.
Chen Moxu longed for the throne so much, so how could he hope that the emperor would live forever?
"I will leave that Lingxi Agarwood to you two." The emperor was obviously very impressed by the prince's compliments.
The emperor was thirsty for medicine, so Ling Luo had no choice but to set out on the road with Chen Moxu immediately. One person and a group of horses rushed straight towards Luoxia Mountain.
Speaking of which, this is the third time Ling Luo has visited Luoxia Mountain after his soul traveled through time.
The first time was with Princess Bing'er from the Dongchen Kingdom, who went to Dongshan to see the maple leaves; the second time was with Xuanyuan Yu, who went to the Xishan Soul-Calming Bamboo Forest to bury the blood altar.
The two dismounted their horses at the foot of the mountain, and then walked all the way up. After a while, they arrived at the core of the soul-restraining bamboo forest.
Last time it was dark, Ling Luo had no chance to take a closer look; today under the sun, she realized how spectacular the Soul-Soothing Bamboo Forest is!
Every bamboo is like a towering giant tree, thick and shapeless, and what makes people feel chilled all over is that the bamboo trunks here are all ink-colored.
Ling Luo took a deep breath. She felt the strong vitality and vague evil spirit from these soul-soothing bamboos.
Chen Moxu said expressionlessly: "Let's go in."
"Yeah." Ling Luo nodded.
The two of them entered side by side, one on the left and the other on the right.
However, the moment the two of them stepped into the bamboo forest at the same time, the surrounding soul-soothing bamboos seemed to sense it and launched a crazy attack on them!
Ling Luo is already a first-level martial artist. He has agile movement and can quickly dodge among countless bamboo branches without his clothes catching the wind.
On the other hand, Chen Moxu, who is still a ninth-level warrior and has not been able to condense the vortex of energy, looks much more embarrassed at this moment.