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Wet air and warm sunlight poured into the room from the window.

The library was filled with books and books, and even the air had a tinge of ink in it.

Feng Ling Jue felt an itch on his nose and rubbed it with his hand. Then, he climbed up the tall ladder and placed the book in his hand on the bookshelf.

The bookshelf was very high, so the only way to put the book on it was to carry a ladder up.

"Trouble."

Feng Ling Jue muttered to himself. Even though he said this, he still obediently placed the book on top of it. He lightly patted it, and brushed off a bit of dust.

Da Da Da

The sound of footsteps gradually rang out. Feng Ling Jue was thinking about who it was, so he hurriedly arranged all the books and decided to take a look.

Screech ~

The door to the Compendium Pavilion was slowly pushed open.

He looked down and was about to see something when he lost his footing and fell off the ladder.

It was not the ice-cold floor he had imagined, but instead a hard yet gentle body that was even gentler than the floor. Feng Lingjue lowered his head to take a look, and was immediately scared to the point of breaking out in a cold sweat.

Wasn't the one being suppressed by him, the lofty Mount Kunlun head disciple — Shen Qingchen?

At this time, Feng Ling Jue suddenly lost half of his soul.

"So, how long are you going to keep pressing down on me?"

When that voice rang out in his ears, Feng Ling Jue immediately looked over. When he met the pair of ice-cold eyes without any ripples, his heart violently trembled, as if something had rushed over. Fresh blood suddenly flowed into his vision, and pain came from all directions of his body.

A tearing pain.

His back was ice-cold and his pupils constricted. Immediately after, he wiped off his sweat and looked around him; it was still the same tavern from before. In the air, there was not the smell of ink, but the fragrance of wine.

"Customer, guest, are you alright?"

waiter walked over.

"I'm fine."

Feng Ling Jue stood up shakily, paid for the wine, and walked out of the tavern.

His chest was still throbbing with pain, and the wound on his body seemed to have been torn open again.

"Milord, it's time to go back."

Suddenly, a slender figure appeared under the glazed lamp. The green colored corner of his clothes was lifted up by the night wind and fluttered in the wind. The dim yellow light illuminated that handsome face.

Squeak

A slender hand gently pushed open the door.

Moonlight spilled in.

Shen Qingchen walked into the room and sat down at the table. The moonlight was scattered all over the table and the tea cup was quietly placed there.

He took out a jade pendant from his waist. The patterns on it were complicated and obscure. When he touched it, it was ice-cold, making people reluctant to let it go.

"Why …" will it appear here? "

He mumbled absentmindedly.

He placed the jade pendant back into his palm and gripped it tightly.

Feng Ling Jue was called back to Devil Domain by Luo Qingdeng.

Smelling the alcohol on Feng Ling Jue's body, Luo Qingdeng frowned: "Master, you drank again?"

"Just a little."

Feng Ling Jue lazily said.

"…"

Returning to the Devil Domain, Feng Lingju finished reading the huge pile of cases, making him dizzy and dizzy.

"Master, have some tea."

Luo Qingdeng brought a cup of extremely bitter and bitter tea in front of Feng Ling Jue's case. Feng Ling Jue looked down at the scroll, casually picked it up, and took a sip, as a bitter and astringent taste immediately spread across his mouth, ruthlessly stimulating his nerves. When his head exploded, Feng Ling Jue immediately jumped up, spitting a mouthful of tea into his mouth, but not actually swallowing it.

"How is it? Is the lord sober? "

Luo Qingdeng knelt at his feet, raised his head, and said while laughing.

Feng Lingjue felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

"Ayaya, it's so lively tonight."

At this time, a white figure slowly walked in. He gently waved the paper fan in his hand, and when he saw Feng Ling Jue and Luo Qingdeng, he blinked, "What are you doing?"

"Lord is currently reading the report."

Luo Qingdeng said indifferently.

"How rare."

Hua Liuyue sat down cross legged, used a paper fan to knock on the table, glanced at the tea placed in front of him, and picked it up: "Coincidentally, I feel a little thirsty."

When he was about to forcibly swallow it down, Hua Liuyue had already drank the tea from the teacup into his stomach. At first, he did not have any reaction, but slowly, when the tea slid down his throat, his movements froze, and immediately after, a pale white face slowly turned green, his eyes widened until they were round. In an instant, he had propped himself up on the ground and was coughing violently.

Luo Qingdeng laughed satisfactorily as he stood up, "Then Sir, this subordinate will take his leave and chat with the Divine Monarch slowly."

There was no need to ask, the tea was also made by Luo Qingdeng.

Hua Liuyue had no life left to live. He raised his head to look at Feng Lingju, who was somewhat gloating, and said with a hoarse voice, "You also didn't remind me …"

"This can't be blamed on me."

Feng Ling Jue tidied up his clothes, sat down, and said slowly.

Hua Liuyue couldn't help but shiver every time he thought of the bitter and bitter smell that filled the air.

"I wonder why the Divine Monarch is here today?"

Feng Ling Jue said indifferently as he looked at the scroll at the side.

"Why does that sound so sour?"

Hua Liuyue laughed, supporting his chin, he looked at Feng Ling Jue, "Is this the attitude you have towards your savior?"

"Stop."

Feng Ling Jue put down the bamboo scroll in his hand, "If I remember correctly, this so-called favor of saving my life has already been repaid, right?"

Hua Liuyue choked and then coughed dryly. He used his fan to lightly cover half his face with it and said, "Alright, alright, alright, stop joking. What do you think? "

"What else can I think?"

Feng Ling Jue raised his eyebrows slightly.

"All the Sect Leader in Eight Clans and Six Sects will be participating in this year's grand ceremony. Of course, I also received a letter, so …"

Before Hua Liuyue could finish speaking, Feng Ling Jue placed the bamboo scroll down, and said with a clear and melodious voice: "So, you want me not to join in?"

"Something like that."

Hua Liuyue said helplessly. After all, if Feng Ling Jue really went and appeared at the ceremony, it would set off a huge uproar, right? Not only that, but at that time, Feng Lingju would probably be targeted once again.

"That will depend on my mood."

Feng Ling Jue stood up, and his long robe fluttered as he landed on the ground. His smile was flirtatious, his peach blossom eyes seemed to sway like peach blossoms.

Hua Liuyue helplessly stroked his forehead.

If one were to say that Feng Lingjue was the most terrifying Devil Monarch in the entire Six Realms, it would be better to say that he was the most casual person within the Six Realms. Once his mood rose, no one would be able to stop him.

Thinking about it, Hua Liuyue felt a wave of pain.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]