Chapter 450 The ascetic emperor who was pulled down from the altar 4
Mu Qing was walking in a fog.
It's empty and silent here, except for the sound of waving sleeves.
His expression was indifferent and his eyesight was empty.
Halfway through the journey, he waved his sleeves slightly, and a low sandalwood table appeared.
——It seems that this is his dream.
God does not enter dreams. If he does, it is an omen.
He waved his sleeves again and removed the low table, waiting patiently.
Nothing happened though.
Mu Qing thought for a moment and continued walking forward.
The fog around us is even thicker, almost blinding people.
But Mu Qing's expression remained unchanged, as if she was not afraid of getting lost.
Soon, the fog gradually dispersed, and he saw the bright silver moon just like the moon was seen through the clouds.
She sat on the ground, her long ink-like hair hanging down her side, and her white but thin skirt spread on the ground.
The dress was obviously a bit big and see-through, and it slipped from her shoulders, revealing half of her fair back.
Mu Qing stopped.
"Who are you?"
The woman turned her head when she heard the words, and a trace of doubt flashed in Mu Qing's eyes.
I heard the woman whisper: "Where is this?"
The woman's voice was very soft, with a hint of timidity.
She lowered her head, glanced at him quietly, and quickly looked back out of fear.
Reminds Mu Qing of the little succubus in his little palace.
"Is this your dream?" he asked.
"What dream?"
The confusion was clearly visible in her eyes, and she tightened her grip on her skirt as she spoke.
But he lost sight of the other, pulling up on one side and slipping off on the other.
She was a little flustered and turned around in embarrassment.
Not wanting to step on the floor-length skirt, the skirt slipped directly from her shoulders to her waist, exposing half of her back.
From the direction of Mu Qing, you can see her very beautiful shoulder blades and smooth waistline.
But the skirt stopped abruptly when it only fell to the hip line.
Because the woman hurriedly pulled up her skirt.
Mu Qing turned aside like a gentleman, waved his sleeves, and created a cloak out of thin air, which fell on the woman.
"Thank you."
The woman timidly thanked him.
Mu Qing did not respond, but raised his eyes and looked around.
The scene in front of me was still the same as when I first came in. Everything I could see was gray and black, and it seemed like there was nothing else but them.
He used his spiritual consciousness to explore around, but found nothing.
If it were someone else's dream, he would not be able to come and go so freely.
But if it was his dream, what happened to her?
Just as he was thinking about it, he heard the woman speak softly again.
"May I ask...where can I get out of here?"
Mu Qing tilted his head and glanced at her.
"have no idea."
"oh."
The woman stopped asking and held on to her cloak obediently.
Mu Qing stopped looking at her.
There's something weird about all this, maybe it's not a dream.
Mu Qing lowered his head and thought for a moment, then decided to see how to get out first.
Little did he know that as soon as he lifted his legs and walked a few steps, he felt something tug on his robe.
He paused and took a glance.
The woman asked softly: "Where are you going? Can you take me with you?"
"No, wait here."
"oh."
The woman let go of her hand.
Then he raised his little face and asked him with an obedient expression: "Then will you come back?"
Mu Qing glanced at her: "Yeah."
Although he didn't know what was going on right now, he would not leave the little succubus in this place.
The woman breathed a sigh of relief.
After a stick of incense, Mu Qing came back.
He couldn't find his way out.
There is no one, no wind and no light around here. It is strange and abnormal, but it does not seem to harm anyone's life.
He really couldn't figure it out, so he had to come back first, lest the woman would be scared alone.
As a result, I saw the little succubus lying on the ground and sleeping.
