"Where?" Qu Liyan grabbed Lu Rong's shoulder in a hurry.

Lu Rong cried out in pain: "Little Prince Qu, the slave is about to be crushed by you!" ”

Qu Liyan knew that his behavior was a little rough, so he immediately put down his hand and asked again, "Where did your young lady go?" ”

"Miss where to go, I don't know, she went out with the Japanese guard!" Lu Rong glared at Qu Liyan angrily, and only a servant girl like Lu Rong had the courage to look directly at the prince.

Qu Liyan pondered for a moment, and luck flew out of the Orchid Garden. was taken away by the sun, most likely to go to the palace of the Hades.

……

Youruo sat in Zhai Xiying's special carriage, not worried about motion sickness, stuffed a few pastries into the carriage, and arrived at the Hades Palace not long after.

Before getting out of the carriage, Youruo put on the mask, and then opened the curtain of the carriage.

The entrance to the Hades Palace was in a forest where many formations were arranged, and as soon as he got off the carriage, he saw Zhai Xiying's body hiding behind the carriage.

"Come here." Zhai Xiying's index finger of his left hand hooked at Youruo.

Knowing that Zhai Xiying was going to take her to fly into the coffin woman's room with light skills, she obediently climbed on his neck.

Zhai Xiying opened her arms and easily hugged Youruo, who was pregnant and out of shape.

flew into the Hades Hall with Youruo, arrived at the door of the coffin woman's room, and told Youruo about the situation inside: "Her eyes are open as last time, but because she is looking at this king, her eyes are different." ”

Zhai Xiying just left the front of the hall and came to visit the coffin woman, who would have thought that as soon as Zhai Xiying entered the house, the coffin woman would wake up.

Maybe now she can distinguish movement, as long as someone is close to her, she can react.

"Okay, let's go inside." Youruo was anxious to see the coffin woman.

Last time, the Gu Master said that Youruo had the blood of the Miao Curse Clan, and the coffin woman happened to be the Miao Curse person, coupled with the imaginary appearance of the two, Youruo suspected that she was her biological mother...

Sure enough, when the door of the room opened again, the coffin woman's eyes met the door.

The eyes that were originally vigilant, when they saw Youruo, they immediately softened their expressions.

Youruo can recognize her while still wearing a mask at this time, which can't help but make Youruo suspicious. Removing the mask and placing it on the table beside him, he walked towards the coffin woman.

The coffin woman's eyes were on Youruo from beginning to end, and when she saw Youruo approaching her, her red lips raised like Youruo.

"Butterflies?" Youruo tentatively shouted to the coffin woman.

The coffin woman seemed to understand that Youruo was calling her, and the corners of her mouth rose in a larger arc.

"Butterflies?" Now Zhai Xiying was puzzled.

Youruo didn't look at Zhai Xiying, but explained out loud: "Master Qiu... Enmity? I was going to explain, but I found that the coffin woman's expression was not quite right.

"Feud?" Youruo said again.

In the eyes of the coffin woman, there is hatred, fear, and panic?

"Don't be afraid, it'll be fine!" Somehow, Youruo wanted to appease the coffin woman in her heart, and held the coffin woman's hand with both hands.

With Yuruo's comfort, the coffin woman's emotions calmed down.

Then his eyes were closed, and for a long time, there was no movement.

"Let's get out!" As if intuition, the coffin woman closed her eyes by herself.

"Good!" Zhai Xiying walked out with Youruo's body.

Both of them felt the sight from behind before leaving the room.

Walking around in the Hades Palace, Youruo said: "Just now inside, I wanted to tell you that Master Qiu said that I have the blood of the Miao Curse Clan in my body. ”

"You?" Zhai Xiying frowned and looked down at Youruo.

Youruo nodded solemnly and returned: "Well, although the credibility is not high, but the coffin woman is also a Miao curse person..."

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(Markor Literature-)