With that said, he got up and got out of bed, sat down on the futon on the floor, and poured two cups of tea.
Xiao Chengyi sat down opposite him, took one of the glasses, took a sip and asked, "Actually, you did it on purpose, right?"
Jun Limo was stunned for a moment. He didn't say anything but took a porcelain bottle from the small machine nearby and placed it in front of Xiao Chengyi.
Xiao Chengyi put down the tea cup, picked up the porcelain bottle, opened it and smelled it: "The third princess's injury has healed, and there is no need for such expensive medicine."
Jun Limo said: "I heard that the guard around you was seriously injured following the Queen. This is the best medicine for injuries. Take it."
Xiao Chengyi nodded and accepted his kindness.
He put away the porcelain bottle and asked, "Why did you do this?"
Jun Limo smiled: "I once told Miss Mu that the person who knows me best in the world is the regent!"
Xiao Chengyi sneered: "Do you think I will forgive you if you say this? If it weren't for you, Yan Yan would not be missing. Shouldn't you give me an explanation?"
Jun Limo covered his lips and coughed a few times. He picked up the tea cup in front of him and took a few sips. He barely suppressed the itching in his throat and said, "Have you ever been in a dilemma?"
Xiao Chengyi snorted: "Are you trying to say that you have no choice in taking Yan Yan away? Isn't it because of your selfishness that you have to sacrifice others if you want to be with the third princess?"
Jun Limo didn't refute his rebuke. He smiled bitterly and sighed: "Yes, I did whatever it took to be with A Lanyi, but in the end this was the result. Doesn't it seem like retribution?"
Xiao Chengyi had no time to continue listening to his complaints. He suppressed the anger in his heart and said: "Is Yan Yan in the Gu Palace? What is the purpose of arresting her?"
Jun Limo replied: "Do you know the secret of Southern Xinjiang? In fact, the real patron saint of Southern Xinjiang is not a Gu King at all, but the most mysterious tribe in Southern Xinjiang."
Xiao Chengyi frowned and said in a deep voice: "Are you talking about the Wu Clan?"
Jun Limo nodded: "The Witch Clan has a Holy Son. It is said that the Holy Son has divine power and can predict misfortune and fortune, but the Holy Son's divine power needs to be maintained by the blood of the Saint.
A hundred years ago, the Saint from Southern Xinjiang fled, and the Holy Son of the Witch Clan lost his bloodline inheritance. In order to prevent the Witch Clan’s divine power from disappearing, that Holy Son was sealed in an ice coffin. It has been a hundred years now!”
Xiao Chengyi's expression changed after hearing these words. He was stunned for a moment and then said: "Do you believe such ridiculous things?"
Jun Limo shook his head, his eyes secretive: "But just yesterday, the Queen used Miss Mu's blood to successfully awaken the Holy Son who had been sealed for a hundred years.
Although I have never met this person, but from what the Queen said, he is a very scary person, and it is impossible for you to save Miss Mu without him.
Xiao Chengyi, what I said is true. If you don’t want to lose your life, you should take A Lanyi and leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.
Moreover, the Holy Son predicted that you would perish in Southern Xinjiang, and the Queen believed it to be true and was ready to kill you. If you stay, you will only die."
After Xiao Chengyi heard what he said, he digested it for a long time before saying: "The Holy Son has been sealed for a hundred years? Does that mean that his divine power needs Yan Yan's blood to maintain it?"
Jun Limo nodded: "That's right. Although this thing sounds unbelievable, it is true. No one knows what other abilities the Holy Son of Southern Xinjiang has awakened besides the ability to predict misfortunes and fortunes."
Xiao Chengyi's eyes narrowed and he said in a cold voice: "It's just a monster. It shouldn't exist in this world. I don't care whether he is a human or a ghost, a demon or a god. Since his existence threatens Yan Yan, then...
Damn it!"
Jun Limo: "..."
Seeing that Xiao Chengyi was so persistent, he was afraid that he wouldn't listen to anything he said, so he simply stopped trying to persuade him.
Xiao Chengyi glanced at him, then stretched out his hand and said, "I'll lend you the token."
Jun Limo's lips twitched and he said in a faint voice: "Why should I lend it to you?"