Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort Chapter 238: The Studious Master Mo (Part 7)

This sentence restored Si Mo’s ability to move.

He seed to feel that Mu Qingge was rely commorating sothing through this unique dance.

Commorating what?

He didn’t know. But, regardless of what it was, he was by her side.

Nodding slightly, Si Mo wrapped his arms around Mu Qingge’s shoulders again and continued to dance.

This ti, Mu Qingge’s movents were bolder, as if each dance step carried endless allure and temptation. If it weren’t for her clear gaze, Si Mo might have unknowingly fallen into a trap, deeply ensnared.

Under Mu Qingge’s lead, Si Mo also imrsed himself in the dance, gradually achieving a tacit harmony. It seed that he already knew in advance how to continue each of her movents.

Their focused infatuation, however, made the two watching in secret feel their cheeks flush with heat, their mouths dry and tongues parched.

They couldn’t help but feel mournful: How could there be such an enticing, soul-stealing dance in the world? The Lady of the Mu Mansion was so daring, wasn’t she afraid of playing with fire? Even though their Holy Master was not close to won, it didn’t an he was inept in that aspect!

Suddenly, Mu Qingge’s leg slipped between Si Mo’s, twisting her waist powerfully, causing Gu Ye and Gu Ya to involuntarily clench their legs together.

The two exchanged a glance, both making a decision to quickly leave this place of turmoil.

The next second, the two vanished from the spot, leaving in a hurry.

Mu Qingge’s movents caused a ripple in Si Mo’s eyes, as if sothing was about to break through the surface. Suddenly, she changed her move, retracting her outstretched leg and spinning, leaning back into Si Mo’s broad, solid embrace.

Si Mo’s breath caught, instinctively wrapping his arms around Mu Qingge’s waist, but she nimbly wriggled free, hooking her leg around his thigh, rubbing a few tis before swiftly letting go.

Si Mo’s eyes beca deep and dark red. His gaze on Mu Qingge hinted at an emotion he was fervently restraining.

Yet, Mu Qingge seed oblivious, intertwining her fingers tightly with Si Mo’s, using the strength of their entwined bodies to soar, suspended in the air.

Si Mo instinctively turned with her, twirling like a celestial butterfly in the night sky...

For a long ti, when Si Mo awoke from the dreamlike scene, the dance had ended. Mu Qingge stood casually under the maple tree with ear studs, pulling out the purple earring and placing it back on her left ear.

In an instant, she transford back into that extraordinarily beautiful young man.

Si Mo leaned in, suddenly grasping her left ear.

The sensitivity of her earlobe made Mu Qingge shiver slightly, instinctively wanting to evade.

But Si Mo’s next words made her abandon that move.

"Do you know, the Illusionary Artifact you possess, though rare, is not of high level. When faced with a powerful opponent, they can easily see through your disguise." He didn’t tell her that the so-called ’powerful’ here far exceeded Mu Qingge’s understanding.

"Is there any way to solve it?" Mu Qingge frowned and asked.

A year of disguise had made her accustod to the convenience of n’s clothing. She didn’t want anyone to easily see through her disguise.

"Find an Artifact Refiner, and have it refined anew. Moreover, this refiner must have the bloodline inheritance capable of crafting Illusionary Artifacts to refine it." Si Mo replied.

Mu Qingge’s eyes flickered, but she stayed silent.

She possessed the Artifact Refiner bloodline.

However, she was unsure if she had the bloodline of a refiner capable of crafting Illusionary Artifacts.

Although she could confirm that her mother, whose origins were shrouded in mystery, might have been an Artifact Refiner or at least ca from an Artifact Refiner’s family. Yet, she couldn’t ascertain whether the Illusionary Artifact in her hand was crafted by that family.