Chapter 440 The Palace Master’s Wife is a Male 21


Chapter 440 The palace lord’s wife is male 21

Qing Wu glanced at him, narrowed his eyes slightly, and resisted the urge to hit someone.

She thought, it was really time to deal with those people in the backyard.

Although there are people with innocent family backgrounds, there are also spies sent by other sects.

On the rivers and lakes, there are constant overt and covert fights, endless grudges and hatreds. This method is very common.

She was thinking as she walked with her head down, and then someone behind her grabbed her wrist.

She turned her head, her black and white eyes filled with confusion.

Xiao Shuli retracted his hand calmly and warned in a gentle voice: "Palace Master, you are going the wrong way."

Qingwu blinked her eyes, turned around, and found that they had reached a fork in the road, and she was about to walk towards one of the roads.

Ah... I did go in the wrong direction.

Looking at the young man behind her, she curled her lips and said, "I can't believe that you, such a sanctimonious person, actually figured out all my routes here."

"No..." Xiao Shuli was stunned as soon as he opened his mouth. Then he pursed his thin lips and stopped what he subconsciously wanted to explain.

We have to leave anyway, so explanations and stuff... don't matter anymore.

Seeing that the person in front of him had turned around and walked towards another road, he held the secret book tightly in his hand and stepped up to follow.

After he was sent to the palace gate, Qingwu stopped, with his hands behind his back, showing no sign of retention or reluctance.

"Okay, I'll send you here."

Xiao Shuli's eyes were light, but there was a hint of strange color in his eyes.

"I still have some things in the attic..."

"Oh, I've already sent someone to clean it up. Your servant is waiting for you at the bottom of the mountain."

That young boy was brought down the mountain by Xiao Ran's Qinggong Kung Fu by his collar. He should be at the bottom of the mountain now.

"Oh." The young man lowered his eyelashes, looking well-behaved but also a little inexplicably aggrieved. Wearing white clothes, he clearly has a cold and indifferent temperament, but he wears a cat-like mask, like a noble white cat. At this moment, the cat was drooping its ears and looking listless, but its tail was wagging again.

Qingwu tilted her head to look at him, thought for a moment, stepped forward and stretched out her arms to hug him.

There was no tenderness, just a farewell hug like a buddy.

"See you later."

After saying this in his ear, she retreated.

When Xiao Shuli was hugged by the other party, he felt the soft body and froze imperceptibly.

There was still a faint fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose, which made his mind go blank for a short time. There seemed to be some emotion in my heart that was out of control.

The fingertips holding the secret book were a little white, but his face showed no expression. He whispered back: "See you later."

This sentence was said by Qing Wu quite carelessly, as if it was just a polite farewell, but it was said with seriousness by him.

Qing Wu said that he still had something to deal with, so he threw up his red sleeves, put his hands behind his back and returned to the original route.

It wasn't until the vivid and alluring figure in red disappeared that Xiao Shuli withdrew his gaze and looked at the ground with his eyelids lowered.

After standing for a while, a palace disciple came out from the side.

The other party politely clasped his fist towards him and half-bent: "Mr. Su, the palace master asked me to take you down the mountain, please come with me."

He nodded.

The young man in white slowly walked down the steps of the palace gate, getting further and further away from the luxurious Qizhi Palace house behind him.

On both sides are lush green mountains. He was holding a shabby ancient book in his arms, like a believer who had gone up the mountain to worship Buddha, walking down the steps step by step through the mist in the mountain. From a distance, he looked like a person coming out of a mountain ink painting.

(End of chapter)

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