Force the king to accept—this will attack

Chapter 37

"May I take a breath?" Mo Xuan clenched her fist with her right hand and coughed a few times, pointing to the curtain to signal the wretched old man.

"Of course." The latter lifted the curtain courteously. Mo Xuan looked around and found that he had already reached an alley. It seemed that he had his own mansion.

"My surname is Ling, and I'm a family friend with Prince Ling's family." The wretched old man proudly reported his family name, Mo Xuan was slightly startled and secretly sighed—"Stupid."

The sedan chair stopped in front of a familiar mansion, and Mo Xuan burst out laughing as soon as she got off.

Lingfu.

Almost forgot, this mansion was given to Ling Zesi by himself.

The wretched old man recruited a few servants to secretly order something, Mo Xuan glanced at it, and suddenly became vigilant.

Could such an arrogant and wretched old man be the leader of the God Gu Sect?He was able to find the hidden Beiming Pavilion, and repeatedly provoked Yan Nuo and Ye Chen. Although those subordinates were indeed weak enough to compete with him, he had to be wary that there would be stronger people behind him.

Mo Xuan took some deep breaths nervously, her eyes suddenly glanced at a figure on the roof——

Li Yuying nodded to him, and then hid her body. Mo Xuan felt at ease. Although he didn't really want to see Li Yuying now, it would be nice to see him here.

"This way please." The wretched old man burst into a smile on his old face, and Mo Xuan finally understood what Li Cheng said to him.

"Spiritual Death Gu is the number one Gu poison in the legends of Southern Border. It appeared in the human world decades ago. At that time, there were no His Majesty and General. I heard that the late emperor went to Southern Border to see the Spiritual Death Gu."

"So, Mu Mu, do you want those people to think that Mo Xuan has a spirit death Gu?" Yi Yi suddenly realized, "Then is he in danger?"

"I don't know." Li Cheng shook his head, "Your Majesty has also collected a lot of information about the God Gu Sect, so he should protect himself well, at least he can keep things calm."

"Oh...huh? That person is..."

Yi Yi and Li Cheng suddenly noticed a slender and familiar figure quietly sneaking into the house that Mo Xuan entered. Yi Yi scratched his head and looked around anxiously. The door was closed, and they seemed unable to get in.

"Be careful!" Hearing footsteps, Li Cheng hugged Yi Yi and leaped onto the tree beside him, motioning him to silence.

Yi Yi nodded quietly, moved closer to Licheng, and finally just got into his arms, giggling foolishly.

Leaving the city to look at him, he didn't speak or push him away.

The God Gu Cult survives on the offerings of believers, and it is actually useless.

The wretched old man brought Mo Xuan into a room, walked through several doors in a detour, and then turned an ordinary vase on the bookshelf. As expected, a door appeared on the wall, and Mo Xuan walked in calmly. , just a little worried in his heart, he looked back, but Li Yuying's figure did not appear.

"This way." The wretched old man continued to walk forward, and Mo Xuan had no choice but to follow.

"The former emperor also attached great importance to the spirit death Gu. Now that the court is in trouble, the leader should help!"

As soon as he reached a porch at the entrance of the stone cave at the end, Mo Xuan's footsteps suddenly stopped.

"Master, this is the man!" The wretched old man proudly ran forward to ask for credit from a middle-aged man seated on the seat. A gray-haired old man seated below turned his head, and Mo Xuan's pupils narrowed sharply, looking at him in astonishment.

"Left...!" Prime Minister Zuo! ?

The latter also had a look of astonishment, and then staggered forward with a look of sadness and joy.

"Father!" Mo Xuan rushed forward to hug Prime Minister Zuo, and patted him on the back to comfort him.

"Father, why are you here?"

Prime Minister Zuo's expression changed a few times and finally stabilized, "Cough, I..."

"Prime Minister Zuo still has a child, why didn't you tell me earlier?" The middle-aged man seemed very happy, "You are so knowledgeable at such a young age, you are indeed the son of Prime Minister Zuo!"

"Experience?" Prime Minister Zuo looked at Mo Xuan suspiciously, and the latter smiled hastily, "Father, my son recently met an expert in southern Xinjiang..."

Seeing the interested expression of the person seated, Mo Xuan immediately bowed in an offensive manner, "My name is Xuan, what should I call you?"

"Ling Minshi." The middle-aged man reported his name, and Mo Xuan quickly added it in his mind, Ling Minshi, the Ling family didn't seem to have such a name.