Huang Quan snorted coldly and flicked her sleeves violently, knocking an elder of the Biluo Mansion to the ground. She then kicked him away, causing him to hit the wall, spitting blood from his mouth and becoming silent. His Highness was silent and trembling, and no one dared to move. The mansion lord who just came out of seclusion recently has become more and more moody and kills people at will. No one dares to offend him at this time. The mysterious Lord of Biluo Palace, wearing a purple robe and bronze face, sat back on the chair in the main hall. He grimly listed and punished everyone for their mistakes, and then carried out the routine promotion and rewards. Then he waved his hand and asked everyone to leave. The blood-stained floor of the hall was cleaned up. Su Lanfeng, who had become a true confidant, stepped forward hesitantly and looked at the Lord of Biluo Palace, who was leaning on a chair but did not have the majesty that was rumored by the outside world. Instead, he looked a little decadent. Su Lanfeng sighed inwardly and said, "Palace Master, why don't you tell..." Huang Quan supported his forehead with one hand and gently stroked his lower abdomen with the other hand. His movements were gentle and cautious, as if he was afraid of hurting something. A complicated light flashed in her emerald eyes behind the mask, and then she sneered, "He loves Meisheng, not me, Huangquan. Why should I tell him?" Su Lanfeng wanted to say: "But..." "No need to say more." Huang Quan interrupted immediately and said calmly: "Anyway, he is going to Beifu, and I don't know when he will come back. I will raise this child myself."
She stood up and walked towards the darkness, her back looking lonely. Lidya Su opened her mouth, but she clearly felt that there was a bit of grievance in her tone... - The various incidents and disputes caused by an internal fight in the Yuxu Taoist sect were just like the sea of clouds outside the mountain gate formation that remained unchanged for thousands of years, rolling and surging, causing storms, but eventually disappearing silently like the wind. It has been seven days since Yuxu changed the sky. Liu Yuan, who had changed into a Taoist robe, looked back at the towering mountain gate of Yuxu, then turned around and walked forward slowly, leaving quietly without saying goodbye to anyone. But I don’t know how many people are silently watching his back. At that time, no one would have thought that it would be hundreds of years before he returned to Central Plains. …… The elegance of thousands of years has passed, but now it is recited again. The stunning figure in the world, for whom is she involved in the storm? The bright moon is a good time, and the mountains and rivers always meet. Listen to the sounds of rivers and lakes, in the midst of the red dust. (End of the article)