Meng Qitian said: "If the meridians are not tough enough to bear the high strength, they may collapse."
Chiyo Touji raised her eyes and asked: "What should we do?"
"Your strength is a gift from the Holy King. The Holy King should have arrangements, so you don't have to worry."
"How can I not be worried? The Holy Lord is moody and secretive. I..." Chiyo Tou'er suddenly stopped before she could finish her words.
Meng Qitian's expression suddenly became serious.
Huang Beiyue held her breath, knowing someone was approaching.
"Dong'er, what are you worried about?" The solemn and solemn voice was as inviolable and sacred as in the past.
It’s Secretary Song...
Chiyo Tou'er quickly turned around and saluted respectfully: "See the Holy Lord. Tou'er said something wrong. Please punish the Holy Lord."
"It's normal for you to be worried. I won't punish you." Secretary Song said calmly.
"Thank you, Holy Lord." Chiyo Tou'er knelt down and saluted.
"Get up." Secretary Song raised her hand slightly, and Chiyo Tou'er slowly stood up as if being supported by something.
Meng Qitian said: "Holy Lord, according to the news I got, the assassin Yue Ye who killed the Queen Mother has fled to Beiyao Kingdom."
"The emperor is determined to catch this assassin, so I will leave this matter to you and Dong'er." Shengjun said casually, "Although the emperor's order is to capture her alive, she can be killed just in case.
"
"Yes." Meng Qitian and Qiandai Dong'er replied in unison.
A chill came over Huang Beiyue who was hiding in the tree.
Chiyo Touji asked: "Holy Lord, I haven't seen Mo Lian for many days. Is he moving with us?"
"Mo Lian is practicing in seclusion. It's a critical moment, so he won't come out. You two can act separately."
"Yes." Chiyo Touji lowered her head and answered, feeling a little disappointed after all.
The Holy Lord then waved his hand to let Meng Qitian and Qiandai Dong'er leave without giving any instructions, while he himself sat down alone under the tree where Huang Beiyue was hiding, as if he was planning to rest.
Huang Beiyue had been holding her breath, but now she was secretly worried. Secretary Song really couldn't rest anywhere, so why did he come here!
She didn't dare to be careless in front of the masters, especially a guy like Secretary Song who was wearing a disguise, the Holy Lord of Guangyao Palace, whose strength was unfathomable. If she made the slightest mistake, he would find out.
The distance was too close. After enduring it with difficulty for half an hour, Huang Beiyue simply threw a Silver Snake Pill into her mouth. At the same time, Secret Song noticed the subtle fluctuations in vitality!
He sat on the ground without moving, but raised his hand, and a burst of vitality shot out from his wide sleeves, piercing Huang Beiyue on the tree!
Thanks to her quick movements, she rolled over and rolled down the branch. When she landed in mid-air, Secretary Song chased after her again with her vitality.
Huang Beiyue noticed that there was no murderous intent in her energy, so she gave up her plan to escape. She had an injury on her shoulder anyway, so she didn't care about the blow.
The vitality hit her body, and she mobilized all the vitality in her body to resist, so it was just a little dull pain but did not cause much damage, and it just made her roll to the ground.
Only then did Secretary Song stand up. He was wearing a long green gown and no mask. He was elegant, handsome, and graceful. He looked like a pampered aristocrat who recited poems and admired flowers and the moon. He was incompatible with the harsh situation in the bright and cold environment.
"Who are you?" Secretary Song looked down at her and asked calmly.
