/How abominable. Jin Chaoyang actually had some use for him/
After all, he was already a yellow-level talisman practitioner.
"Where is he?" Holy Son Miyan asked solemnly.
"We can't find the corpse anymore," the air fluctuated slightly.
A man wearing a white robe and a white kerchief spoke while hanging his head, only revealing his eyes. He stood next to Holy Son Miyan.
"D*mn it," Holy Son Miyan cursed again.
The teacup in her hand cracked with a light crack before finally shattering into powder.
The tea dripped onto the floor from Miyan's palm.
The priests in the room didn't even dare take a deep breath.
It would be fine if Jin Chaoyang didn't have any remains, but if someone brought that corpse back for research…
The Holy Son furrowed his brows and thought: "The Divine Province's Crown Prince shouldn't be so hassleful. He must have sent people to take care of that punk."
"You're certain that he's dead?"
"That's right," the white-robed man nodded docilely. "There are still a lot of bloodstains on the ground. Judging from the amount of blood, it's certain that he won't survive."
"Mhm, hm," Holy Son Miyan stated coldly. "They're all useless fellows."
"Holy Son, then what should we do next?" A priest promptly asked ingratiatingly. "Are we just going to let that little stoic continue being so rampant?"
"Let her be happy for a few days first," Holy Son Miyan sniggered. "Once she enters the Lunisolar secret realm of the Luniso secret realm, it'll be enough to make her suffer."
On the other end, Crown Prince Mo glanced at the little fellow who had fallen into a deep slumber. He caressed her face with his fingers before heading out into the night.
However, just as he arrived at the entrance to Winterwood Court, he discovered a slender shadow leaning against the wall. It seemed like he had been waiting for him for a long time.
Mo Lian rolled his eyes. "What?"
"You did it." Our dear Duan Yue bounced out from the corner of the wall and sized him up puzzledly. "It's the middle of the night, yet you don't change into a new outfit when you go out?"
/It was still that snow-white academy uniform from earlier that didn't reflect the light in the night./
Mo Lian silently looked at Duan Yue, who was wearing tight-fitting black clothes. "You're a thief?"
"I'll follow you."
/Annoying fellow!/ Crown Prince Mo brusquely glared at him again. "You sure you want to interfere in this matter?"
"Of course, everyone is responsible for dealing with an organization like Heavenly Fate, right!"
/He was also responsible for not harboring good intentions toward his wife./
Crown Prince Mo harrumphed before turning around and flitting off into the night.
Duan Yue naturally post-hasted to catch up to her. He was rather noisy as he asked, "I went out to take a look just now, and there was blood and mincemeat everywhere. What exactly is that thing?"
Since Jin Chaoyang didn't die, that meant that those things on the ground shouldn't be him.
"The mincemeat is naturally his."
Mo Lian curled his lips apathetically. In any case, he just had to guarantee that he wouldn't die pletely.
As for blood?
/Couldn't he just casually add some chicken blood?/
If they made the scene a bit more disgusting, they would naturally be able to cover it up.
"Is it Jin Chaoyang's life lantern?"
"It's with me," Mo Lian said nonchalantly. "I've obstructed his life lantern. Holy Son Miyan shouldn't be able to sense this person at all right now."
/This person was still so prudent and careful when taking action,/ Duan Yue thought.
Holy Son Miyan truly must have had a lifetime of misfortune to bee enemies with this person.
"To harm my Qiaoqiao, you naturally have to pay the corresponding price."
It was only after Mo Lian had distanced himself from the academy that he summoned Little Seven.
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