Yun Luo's words were both overt praise and covert derogation, mixed with sarcasm.
Lord Yu didn't seem to hear it, and was quite satisfied with her answer, so he continued to ask: "How did you contract this demonic plant?"
Yun Luo looked at him cautiously and said nothing.
Lord Yu seemed to like the Puppet Vine very much. When he was talking to Ji Xiuling, the water ball holding the Puppet Vine never fell and remained suspended in the palm of his hand.
"The quality of this demonic plant is not low. It doesn't seem to be a product of a barbarian land. Where did you find it?"
Lord Yu asked again.
Yun Luo pretended to be stupid: "Is it special? I met it accidentally in the Netherworld Mountains."
"Oh?" Lord Yu chuckled, "Then how did you make it recognize you as its master?"
Yun Luo narrowed his eyes slightly.
Her intuition told her that there was a trap hidden in this sentence.
Yun Luo thought quickly, shook his head, and continued to act stupid: "I don't know, I was injured at the time, and it suddenly came out to attack me. We had a fight, and then it surrendered and took the initiative to follow me.
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"That's it?" Lord Yu didn't quite believe it.
"Yes." Yun Luo's eyes flashed with confusion, as if he didn't know what was going on.
Pretend to be stupid very well.
Lord Yu's eyes narrowed slightly and he stared at her for a moment, not sure whether he believed her or not.
Yun Luo felt a little anxious and couldn't help but wonder.
With the identity of Lord Yu, it is impossible that he has never seen Yaozhi.
Although the Puppet Vine is ferocious and bloodthirsty, and sometimes very useful, its combat power is not very powerful. Before it penetrates into the human body and parasitizes it, it is just an ordinary vine.
Compared with those ferocious demonic plants that are truly extinct on the mainland, the puppet vine is just a partial species.
Why is Master Yu so interested in it?
Before Yun Luo could figure it out, Lord Yu chuckled and said, "Well, if you really did it unintentionally, it would be useless to ask you. Maybe you are just lucky."
"What do you mean, senior?" Yun Luo asked tentatively.
Lord Yu smiled and said nothing.
There's obviously something wrong with this, but I just didn't bother to tell her.
Lord Yu stretched out his hand, and the water ball wrapped in the puppet vine slowly rose up and floated into the air.
"According to the rules of Chongyun Sect, women should regard their husbands as their top priority and be loyal and unswerving."
With a smile on his face, he stood with his hands behind his hands and said to Yun Luo: "You killed your former husband, but are you ready to bury him?"
Yun Luo frowned, feeling ridiculous: "Senior, are you mistaken? The prince is not my husband."
She was crazy to die for the prince! Her mind has been thrown out of the galaxy.
"Isn't it?" Lord Yu looked at Ji Xiuling aside.
At the critical moment, Ji Xiuling's mind suddenly became clear.
She suddenly understood what Lord Yu meant, and her red eyes burst out with fire of hatred, staring at Yun Luo fiercely: "Of course! She and Ye'er have been married since childhood. According to the rules, she should give Ye'er
Burial!!"
Upon hearing this, Venerable Yu smiled regretfully at Yun Luo: "Did you hear that? With your talent, it is indeed a pity to be buried, but the sect's rules cannot be violated."
"Do you want me to give you a ride, or do you want to end it on your own? I will give you a chance to choose."
"Senior should keep this opportunity for himself!"
Yun Luo raised the corner of his lips and sneered: "The rules of your sect are so lenient. I really think that I have been encrusted with gold. Is a loser like the prince worthy of being my husband? Do you want me to bury him?"