Seeing the woman like this, a smile flashed across Mousse's eyes, but it was fleeting: "Woman, people in the Northern Wilderness have never understood what happiness is."
Mu Ziyi had no way to refute this point.
She didn't come into contact with many people from the Northern Wilderness, but the ones she met at the inn before were more 'alternative'.
Qing Sheng once said that the people in the Northern Wilderness had poor relationships. She didn't understand it before, and she still doesn't understand it now.
She is not the kind of person who likes to meddle in other people's business, so she did not continue to ask, but changed the subject: "I guess the person I want to wait for won't come, so you can take me to the imperial palace."
She couldn't place all her hopes on that unknown force. If she waited until the end, she found out that it was not the person she was waiting for. In the end, her happiness would be in vain.
Instead of waiting blindly here, it would be better to do something useful.
If the person who came was really someone she knew, he would definitely follow her tracks to find him. If not, she would have already found a way out for herself.
"You still want to go to the imperial palace in your current body. Woman, don't you know that you are going to die?"
Mu Ziyi rolled her eyes: "Can't you say something inspiring?"
This person really has to be so spirited like her.
Mu Si did not object to her going to the imperial palace. He looked at the woman's body with his eyes, and then said in a cold voice: "If you want to go, you must first restore your own strength."
How did he know!
Mu Ziyi's heart skipped a beat, she suppressed the doubts in her heart, glanced at the man in front of her, and said helplessly: "Do you think I don't want to regain my strength?"
She has been weak for many days. If she continues like this, she will doubt whether she is hopeless.
"How did your energy disappear?" The man stared at her seriously.
The woman spread her hands, shook her head and said: "There will be no more after entering the Northern Wasteland."
"Did you not take anything during this period? Or was it exposed to something?"
"No." The woman replied affirmatively.
Mousse crossed his arms across his chest and looked at her with raised eyebrows. His pupils were very dark, so deep that it was difficult to see what was in his mind.
Mu Ziyi did not disturb him, but chose to wait quietly.
If this man had a way to restore her strength, she wouldn't have to rush to the imperial palace. Maybe she could try another way to get out.
The breeze blew by, ruffling a strand of hair beside the woman's ears, adding a touch of ethereal beauty to her.
Mousse raised his eyes slightly, stared at the woman, curled his thin lips slightly, and said coldly: "You are really a different kind of existence. I don't know how to answer everything that happened to you."
The implication was that he didn't know exactly why she lost her power.
This answer can be said to be within Mu Ziyi's expectation.
But it was inevitable that I was still a little disappointed, and then I immediately cheered up and smiled: "I've been through it for so many days, I'm used to it."
Without waiting for the man to answer, Mu Ziyi continued to speak: "It's not dark yet, let's hurry a little while there is still some time."
Mousse nodded and had no objection.
As the two left, the forest suddenly returned to calm, even eerily quiet.
Suddenly there was a flash of black light in the sky, and then a figure fell to the ground.
Sensing the cooling temperature around him and the breath that was gradually blown away by the breeze, the man in black robe murmured in a low voice: "It's still a step too late..."