As for the injury on the shoulder, it was left by Xuanyuan Wenqing. It is difficult to heal. We still have to find a way to go to Guangyao Palace.
Although there was the Holy Lord Song Mi in front of her, Huang Beiyue didn't believe this man from the bottom of her heart.
Not to mention letting him heal, I don't feel safe letting him get close.
"Don't mind your own business, let's get on the road." Huang Beiyue leaned on the tree trunk for support and stood up.
Secretary Song stopped him and said, "It's better to wait until your fever subsides. Now..."
"So much nonsense! I just want to get rid of you quickly and go home to heal my wounds!" Huang Beiyue said coldly, lifted her robe and walked forward gracefully.
Secretary Song looked at her back, feeling angry and funny at the same time. She was such a stubborn little guy.
How many people in this world asked him for help, but she refused him without any reason.
**
There was not much road left, and in one day, we had already arrived at the outskirts of the city, which was filled with light and coldness.
The surrounding area of the Floating Light Forest near Nanyi Country is the Misty Forest, which is far less dangerous than the Floating Light Forest, so Huang Beiyue stopped after sending him here.
"It's already out, you can go by yourself."
Secretary Song looked at her and smiled: "Send Buddha to the West, aren't you going to send me home?"
Huang Beiyue gave him a blank look, "You're dreaming!"
After saying that, she turned around and left. Unexpectedly, Secretary Song suddenly appeared in front of her and said with a smile: "I don't know your name yet."
"We'll never see each other again anyway, so why do we need to know?" Huang Beiyue said coldly, with a cold aura about her that was really repelling people thousands of miles away.
"Who said we won't meet? I want to invite you to my home." Secretary Song said with a smile.
"I do not want to go."
"Why?" His voice suddenly dropped and became a little confusing.
If you were an ordinary person, you would not notice anything unusual about this subtle change in voice, but Huang Beiyue knew the ability of the Holy Lord of Guangyao Palace to confuse people. He had successfully bewitched Mo Lian in the first place!
With her mind alert, she would not be caught off guard. Huang Beiyue secretly mobilized her vitality to protect her mind.
"If you don't want to go, don't go. There's so much nonsense!" she said angrily.
Secretary Song smiled slightly, suddenly stretched out his hand, gently pinched her chin, raised her face to meet his eyes.
A light golden light flashed quietly in his eyes, and Huang Beiyue was horrified. He was really going to use the pupil technique to confuse her!
Fortunately, she had been on guard for a long time. How could she have been tricked?
Secretary Song is already confident that under his illusion, no matter how powerful a person is, he will fall victim to it, let alone a little girl like her?
A confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, the Henala tribe? I have a close relationship with that person...
"What are you doing?" Huang Beiyue rolled her eyes, frowned, and asked angrily.
The anger revealed in his clear eyes seemed to be pouring out.
Secretary Song was startled, how could this be possible?
Snapped--!
Huang Beiyue opened his hand, rubbed her chin, and said disgustedly: "Don't think that you can do whatever you want because you are a little handsome! I don't like your type!"
I really broke into a cold sweat in my heart, Song Mi's golden eyes were indeed well-deserved.
If I hadn't been prepared, I probably wouldn't have known anything by now.
After listening to her words, a slight trace of embarrassment flashed across Secretary Song's face, but she still felt refreshed in an instant: "I'm sorry, I just hope you stay with me for a few more days."
