Sure enough, if you give your life to the royal family, you will give your life!

Just when Ling Luo's heart was extremely struggling, the pair of dark eyes in the dream flashed, completely occupying her mind.

Her whole body stiffened instantly.

What's going on? This nasty feeling of being watched?

"The old man has already told you the news of Lingxi Agarwood, come and continue to translate the human skin scroll for the old man, today is the last chapter." Tatsunori opened the flippable walls of the Library, and the two of them followed the winding path into the Hidden Stone Chamber.

On the way to help the old monster translate the human skin scroll, Ling Luo always felt weird, and the feeling of being spied on never left.

After translating the human skin scrolls, Ling Luo didn't stop long, said goodbye hastily, and got up to leave.

However, as soon as he went out, Ling Luo was summoned to the main hall by his father-in-law beside the emperor.

Above the splendid hall, Ling Luo saw a familiar figure.

Prince Chen Moxu was wearing his usual black brocade robe, embroidered with a golden coiling dragon, lining his own extremely cold temperament, standing there, like an ice sculpture.

"Courtiers see the emperor and His Royal Highness the Prince." Ling Luo bowed and saluted.

"Let's be flat." The emperor on the dragon chair had an anxious look on his face, "You have gone to see Xuanzu, what did he say?" ”

Ling Luo replied truthfully: "Emperor Xuanzu said that the Lingxi Agarwood seems to be a little difficult in the hands of a quirky old ghost in the Soul Forest of Luoxia Mountain Town. ”

"Difficult? There is nothing in Xijiu that the prince can't do. Chen Moxu's voice was extremely confident and unruly, "This palace will go to Luoxia Mountain with you." ”

The emperor's slightly pale old face crossed a look of relief, and said, "Xu'er should be careful." ”

Chen Mo said in a loud voice: "Father, rest assured, in order to extend your life, your sons and daughters will go to the soup and fire, and they will not give up. ”

Seeing his pretended filial appearance, Ling Luo couldn't help but sneer in his heart. The emperor's family, sure enough, one is more good at acting than the other.

Chen Moxu is so eager for the throne, how can he hope that the emperor will really live forever.

"The spirit rhino agarwood, I will hand it over to the two of you." The emperor was obviously very useful for the prince's compliments.

The emperor was thirsty for medicine, and Ling Luo had no choice, so he had to go on the road immediately with Chen Moxu, and a group of horses rushed straight towards Luoxia Mountain.

Speaking of which, this is the third time that Ling Luo has visited Luoxia Mountain after his soul has crossed.

The first time was Princess Bing'er, who came with Dongchen Kingdom, and went to Dongshan to see the maple leaves together; The second time was to follow Xuanyuan Yu to the Soul Bamboo Forest in Xishan Town to bury the blood altar.

The two dismounted at the foot of the mountain, and then walked all the way up, and after a while, they arrived at the core of the Soul Suppression Bamboo Forest.

The last time was at night, and Ling Luo didn't have a chance to look at it carefully; Today, under the sun, I found that the Soul Suppression Bamboo Forest is so spectacular!

Each bamboo, like a towering giant tree, is thick and shaped, and what makes people feel cold is that the dried parts of the bamboo here are all ink-colored.

Ling Luo took a deep breath, and she felt a strong vitality and a vague evil aura from the bodies of these Soul Suppressing Bamboos.

Chen Moxu said expressionlessly: "Let's go, let's go in." ”

"Hmm." Ling Luo nodded.

The two walked side by side, one on the left and one on the right.

However, at the moment when the two of them stepped into the bamboo forest at the same time, the surrounding soul suppression bamboos seemed to have sensed it and launched a crazy attack on the two of them!

Ling Luo was already a first-order martial artist, his body was sensitive, and he dodged quickly among the countless bamboo branches, and his clothes did not get wet.

On the other hand, Chen Moxu, who was still a ninth-order martial artist and had not been able to condense the Yuan Qi Cyclone, looked much more embarrassed at the moment.