"That is to say, what that boy said may be true..." Shengjun said something in a low voice. Huang Beiyue didn't hear it clearly, so she said, "I didn't hear you clearly. Can Shengjun say more?"
once?"
"It has nothing to do with you." The Holy Lord said calmly, "Honglian, you must get Beasts Without Borders as soon as possible. If the moonlight night doesn't come out, you will force her to come out."
"I understand!" Huang Beiyue replied loudly.
As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her head and saw a blur in front of her eyes. The Holy Lord had disappeared from where she was, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of her.
She quickly lowered her head, not daring to look directly, but the Holy Lord stretched out his hand, lifted her chin, raised her face, and looked at her face carefully in the moonlight.
Huang Beiyue was startled for a moment, then she remained motionless and let him look at her. She knew that the Holy Lord could not see any difference between her and the real Hong Lian from her face, so she felt relieved.
It was also the first time that she looked at the mask of the Holy Lord so carefully. The mask was very large, made of pure gold, and inlaid with precious stones. The skilled craftsmen also said that the shape of the mask made it somewhat ferocious, like the face of a mythical beast that opened its mouth to devour everything.
She looked at him boldly, and he suddenly asked in a low voice: "Do you want to see the face behind this mask?"
"I don't dare." She looked away and said respectfully.
"Why wouldn't you dare?" The Holy Lord grabbed her hand, led her gently, moved her hand to his mask, and said in a bewitching voice, "Take it off."
Huang Beiyue was a little nervous. She was a little confused about what Shengjun meant, but subconsciously she knew that this was a very dangerous thing!
She retracted her hand and whispered: "Honglian doesn't dare!"
"Why?" asked the sage.
"Honglian is afraid. Once he sees the true face of the Holy Lord, he will be forever doomed!"
The Holy Lord laughed, and his deep voice was a little charming, "Smart girl."
Huang Beiyue said secretly in her heart: This is not called cleverness, it is called life-saving! As long as she works as Honglian for one day, she will not let herself fall into huge danger before she achieves her goal!
The Holy Lord let her go and stood up, allowing the cold wind to make the clothes on her body flutter slowly, and the clothes brushed against her face. She vaguely smelled a special fragrance, and her heart slowly sank. She felt for no reason that it was cold in spring.
The weather is so bone-chillingly cold.
***********Beiyue Dynasty************
Early the next morning, Huang Beiyue had already contacted Hongzhu and planned to go to Bieyue Villa immediately.
Because she was dealing with the Holy Lord, she didn't want to take advantage of Mo Lian's feelings, so she asked him to wait in the inn, saying that she would come to him at the earliest in the evening or in the morning at the latest tomorrow morning.
Although she made such a promise, she knew that Mo Lian had no sense of security in her heart. But when she thought that if she took him with her, she would deal with the Holy Lord and put Mo Lian in a dilemma. She would despise herself like that!
If everything goes well, there will be no Saint King in this world, and Mo Lian will be free.
"Mo Lian, if one day you were no longer Mo Lian, what would you most want to do?" In order to appease Mo Lian, she had no choice but to find some warm and hopeful topics to talk to him.
Mo Lian thought for a while and realized that she couldn't lie to herself, so she said, "I saw you."
Huang Beiyue felt a pain in her heart. The more she realized the feelings between Mo Lian and Hong Lian, the more she felt sorry for Mo Lian.
"Then when I come back, I will take you to the best alchemist in the world to cure your eyes. By then, just don't feel tired of looking at me."
