Lou Lan's words had completely revealed Mu Ruge's true face. Hu Zi, who had just been immersed in the joy of finding his master, was now in pain like five thunderbolts.
He distanced himself from Mu Ruge, his eyes as red as blood filled with anger, but he could not take action after all.
This woman is so similar to Master, how could he hurt her?
"Huzi, come here!"
Mu Ruge said.
She thought Huzi would still be as obedient as before, but Huzi remained motionless, stared at Mu Ruge, gritted his teeth and said, "You are not my master. My master is Ye Qingge, and you are not her."
Hearing the sound, Lou Lan rubbed the scarlet marks on his neck where the tiger had strangled him, and sneered: "Master can admit his mistake, and you have the nerve to say that you are the empress's disciple?"
"Princess Loulan, he should have just been deceived."
You'er couldn't bear to say.
After all, he was her senior brother, so how could he be willing to watch Princess Loulan mock Hu Zi?
Qingge continued to shake her fan. She only raised her head, but stood by and watched like an outsider.
Gu Long's remnant soul was quite frightened, this girl was really able to keep her composure.
Faced with Hu Zi who admitted that his master was wrong, Qing Ge tried his best to calm down and found the best way to solve the problem.
Lingxu Craftsman wanted to stop Hu Zi, but he was not Hu Zi's opponent. How could a high-level demon-fallen man be as powerful as a craftsman?
Huzi seemed to have been greatly stimulated, with a demonic aura surrounding him, and was about to transform into the body of a demon-fallen man.
He didn't want to stay in the hypocritical crowd, he wanted to return to the eternal jungle and breathe a breath of clean and fresh air.
The ups and downs of life are as great as this.
He searched for his master for a long time, and finally found him, but he was an out-and-out liar.
You can go to heaven happily in an instant, but it would be better to die in an instant.
How long will it take for him to find his master and return home?
At this moment, Huzi's eyes were filled with despair. When he learned the truth, the last light in his eyes disappeared.
He seemed to be ready to give up on himself. He was so humble and neither a human nor a ghost. How could he meet the Master with such an appearance?
"Empress..." "That's great."
Huzi murmured to himself, his red eyes filled with tears.
His master is the empress of the heaven of gods and the most powerful woman in the world.
How can he hold back his master now?
As a demon-fallen, you must have the consciousness of a demon-fallen. He is no longer allowed to live in the world and has become a street rat. He can only huddle in the eastern part of the eternal forest and live a life of mediocrity.
Huzi drooped his head, with a sad face, and was about to walk towards the eternal jungle.
When he stopped, Huzi raised his head and glanced at the sky. The night was dark and the moon was surrounded by cold stars.
Master, you are useless and have no future, so I cannot support you until you die.
...If Qingge knew Huzi's inner thoughts at this moment, he wouldn't know what expression to make, cry or laugh.
Qing Ge stood on the ice, looked at Hu Zi from a distance, and threw the beauty fan in his hand away.
The beauty's fan hit Huzi on the back of the head. Huzi was full of rage and his eyes were scarlet, like an angry beast roaring in the mountains. He immediately turned back and stared at Qingge.
Qingge raised her chin with a hint of the arrogance of a noble man. When her long eyebrows were raised, a smile appeared in her eyes.
Her voice is different from most men's in that it is magnetic, but it is particularly pleasant to hear, like a spring of water flowing slowly.
"Follow me, I can take you to see the empress."
Singing softly.
She didn't know why Huzi became a demon-fallen, but it was obvious that Huzi's current situation was not safe.
Mu Ruge has discovered Hu Zi's existence, and even if she is outmatched, she will try her best to bring Hu Zi back.
Master Lingxu's cultivation strength is indeed not as good as that of others, but he has endless treacherous methods. If he really plans to deal with Hu Zi, he will have endless troubles.
Qing Ge would never look down on anyone who came from Taixu in the Northern Qing Dynasty.
Huzi stood in front, with an ancient winged horse beside him, looking at Qing Ge from a distance, his two fiery eyebrows tightly knitted together, as if they were tied into a knot.
He didn't know who the young man in red was in front of him, and he had never seen such a man before, but he felt kind and familiar to him.
Deja vu.
Did you meet him in any dream?
Huzi walked up to Qingge like a ghost. He was tall and looked down at Qingge: "Can you take me to find the empress?"
"Of course, but you have to stay with me first."
Qingge said: "My master will not engage in loss-making business."
"If you can take me to see Master, I can give you everything I have, except that Master can't give you anything."
Huzi blurted out.
Qingge chuckled softly, turned her wrist, and swung the beauty fan back and forth with her white right hand. After circling the folded beauty fan a few times around Qingge's long fingers, she opened the fan instantly like an epiphyllum in full bloom.
The light singer held a fan in front of his chest, blowing out a few wisps of wind, and asked casually: "Can you fan?"
"meeting."
Huzi was stunned, not knowing what he meant.
Qing Ge threw the fan in her hand to Hu Zi, "Shake the wind for me. Once you feel comfortable, I will be in a good mood and take you to the Empress."
Huzi took the fan, struggled and hesitated for a long time, and finally gave in, clumsily shaking the fan.
Master Lingxu looked at Huzi, unable to swallow his breath, as if a cooked duck had flown away.
Even though Huzi is just a high-level demon-fallen, he has a lot of value. In the eyes of Mu Ruge and Master Lingxu, Huzi is just like a piece of fat dripping with oil.
How can you not be angry when you see that you are about to swallow this piece of fat, but it is about to become someone else's bag?
"Ruge, we must get this red dragon fruit."
The Tao of Lingxu Craftsman.
Mu Ruge crossed her arms across her chest, raised her head proudly, lazily raised her eyelids, and looked at Huzi indifferently.
"If Huzi is in Ye Wuhen's hands, I'm afraid the red dragon fruit will be his."
Master Lingxu was extremely worried.
"There is the Demon Slaying Hall in the Heaven Domain, and there is the Demon Slaying Tower in the Dragon Subduing Domain..." Mu Ruge's casual words reminded Master Lingxu.
Master Lingxu's eyes were sinister as he looked at Huzi's back, his face twisted and ferocious, and he quietly let out a sinister laugh: "Yes, there is a Demon-Slaying Tower in the Dragon Subduing Domain!"
After Master Lingxu finished speaking, he suddenly felt his heart trembling and turned his head to look at Mu Ruge seriously.
Mu Ruge's current sense of autonomy is too scary?
Not only that, Mu Ruge's intelligence exceeded his imagination.
Even when Mu Ruge spoke just now, Craftsman Lingxu thought it was the Empress who was coming.
"It looks like... it's so similar..." Master Lingxu said: "As long as you get the Red Dragon Fruit, you will be her!"
"Those who compete with me for the Red Dragon Fruit..." Mu Ruge's red lips trembled slightly, her breath was blue, and she spoke cruelly and ruthlessly: "They all must die."
Mu Ruge glanced at Princess Loulan who was walking cheerfully, and the murderous aura in her eyes became more intense, as if she wanted to crush the world.
There was a hint of cruelty, like the ferocity hidden in the blood of a beast. She could tear off this layer of beauty skin anytime and anywhere, revealing her true face with teeth and claws.
Mu Ruge closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
Master Lingxu looked at Mu Ruge and suddenly let out an exaggerated laugh.
Mu Ruge has all the emotions of joy, anger, sorrow and joy. This is really a perfect masterpiece.