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"I never thought that there would be someone so ruthless that he could use his own life as a sacrifice, interrupting my prophecy!"

"I can only try my best to save Crown Prince's life, then I won't interfere in what happens next." Grand Preceptor faintly replied, then closed his eyes.

"Ahh …"

"Disperse..."

An explosive shout seemingly came from thin air. A white figure appeared in the sky and Crown Prince who was already convulsing fell to the ground and screamed, "Grand Preceptor, save me …"

Hearing the Crown Prince's miserable cries, countless people, including Han Zi Mo's fatherly father in name, kneeled on the ground in unison, as though they were worshipping a god. "Grand Preceptor, save me …"

"I am willing to bear the pain of the curse with my body!"

Following this cold shout, countless rays of lightning heavily struck the light figure. Grand Preceptor, whose eyes were tightly shut, instinctively felt a tightness in his chest as he directly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Your Majesty watched on from the side, not daring to move. Suddenly, green smoke emitted from Grand Preceptor's body, as he started to be demoted, following the decrease in his level, Grand Preceptor spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Thank you, Grand Preceptor."

The South China bowed deeply to the Grand Preceptor, then turned and left.

At this moment, the square was completely silent. Everyone was lying on the ground with malevolent expressions on their faces. Although the curse had already dissipated, the pain from their bodies was still tormenting them.

"Your Lordship, let's go."

The leader of the Twelve Halls, the leader of the White Mouse Temple, Huan Huan appeared in front of the figure of light. He immediately carried the almost unconscious Mu Rong Cheng, but never made a sound from beginning to end.

"Master, Your Lordship has been saved."

The carburgher was excited, it couldn't wait to inform Han Zi Mo who was far away in Dark Forest.

Han Zi Mo, who was helping Feng Yin Xi to recuperate, jumped in joy when he heard this news. "Really? The Your Lordship was saved? "Great..."

Feng Yin Xi who had already regained consciousness saw Han Zi Mo who was so happy that she was almost incoherent. A trace of dejection flashed past her eyes, but it was also for a moment, and a shallow smile immediately surfaced on her face: "Your Lordship has been saved, now I can finally relax, little girl Mo, you can also cultivate without worry."

"Mhmm."

Han Zi Mo was so excited that she forgot to hide. How did she know about Mu Rong Cheng's news? She nodded continuously like a little sparrow, and said excitedly, "That's good, I'm afraid that if Crown Prince is unhappy, he'll be killed. I don't even have time to save him."

From the start, she had forced herself not to think about what would happen if Mu Rong Cheng died. Now that she knew it was okay, she could not take the lingering fear in her heart.

"However, without Your Lordship as bait, the Crown Prince will definitely order us to be hunted down, and when I teleported over, I was already severely injured, so the teleportation route can definitely be traced, so we had to leave this place as soon as possible."

As Feng Yin Xi said that, he suddenly paused, and his face revealed a look of dejection: "But my cultivation is already gone, I can only be a burden to little girl Mo, so, I will not go, little girl Mo, be careful, take care of yourself."

"Don't be silly, how could I leave by myself?"

Hearing Feng Yin Xi's words, Han Zi Mo did not even think twice, and directly supported Feng Yin Xi up, "Let's go together, even if you do not have any cultivation, you can give me directions, if not, I will fly around like a headless fly, and jump into the Crown Prince's trap."

"little girl Mo doesn't dislike me being a burden?"

Feng Yin Xi's face lit up, causing him to feel pain in his heart. Without even thinking, he immediately shook his head: "You lost your cultivation just for me, and I dare to look down on you?

"Haha, little girl Mo's words are still deeply in my heart."

Feng Yin Xi laughed out loud. His pale face had a bit of a blush on it, "Since that's the case, then let me make a suggestion.

"Mm, I'll listen to you."

Originally, Han Zi Mo already had a feeling of trust in Feng Yin Xi. Although she had been cautious in the past, after this event, Han Zi Mo no longer had any reason to suspect that a man who could die for him might have intentions towards him. Good.

"Waiter, give me one room."

At the welcoming inn, Han Zi Mo was a little moved when she thought of the scene where she entered this place with Mu Rong Cheng. When she heard that Feng Yin Xi only needed one room, her expression flashed with embarrassment and was about to speak to correct her mistake.

"little girl Mo only wants one room."

As if he had seen through Han Zi Mo's intentions, Feng Yin Xi interrupted him and looked at the waiter who was stunned: "Bring a basin of hot water to my room."

"Alright, this lowly one will go now."

After the waiter ran away, Feng Yin Xi patted on Han Zi Mo's hands and said, "Help me into the room."

"Yes."

At this moment, Han Zi Mo also sensed that Feng Yin Xi had other intentions, but of course, it was not because of that intent, so he did not delay any further, and supported him into the room.

After the waiter brought the hot water, Feng Yin Xi locked the door and took out a bunch of things like magic.

"Walking in the martial arts world requires a disguise technique. Back then, it was because I was being chased by the Your Lordship that I was able to learn this technique. Who would have thought that it would come in handy today."

Feng Yin Xi gestured for Han Zi Mo to sit, then took out an eyebrow pencil like thing, and gestured on Han Zi Mo's face.

"little girl Mo, do you mind wearing men's clothes?"

Feng Yin Xi's eyes looked straight at Han Zi Mo, and an unconcealable depth of passion was concealed in his eyes. Han Zi Mo frowned, and her heart was already beating uncontrollably: "I don't mind."

"Fine, raise your eyes and don't move."

Feng Yin Xi's movements were very gentle. A brush like paint, swept up and down her face, from his forehead to his eyebrows, then to his nose and even to his chin, not a single inch of it was missed.

Han Zi Mo didn't dare to move an inch, especially when facing Feng Yin Xi's pair of peach blossom eyes that seemed to know how to fire.

"Master, what should we do next?"

Fortunately, the lotus root baby's voice broke this awkward atmosphere, causing Han Zi Mo's palms to sweat profusely.