The heroine takes revenge on me, I am a sickly girl, I conquer the country and enjoy happiness

Jiang Shuo replaced Mo Dongyu's position and followed Lu Ningshuang closely, ostensibly to accompany her during her recovery.

This humanoid dog is as loyal and innocent as Lu Jin, the one he gave him. He always puts Lu Ningshuang first and becomes so nervous that his face turns red at the slightest provocation.

At the same time, he also had his own little thoughts and temper, and he used the method of retreating to advance in order to gain exclusive rights from Lu Ningshuang in certain circumstances.

“Sister Shuang, you are the best girl in the world, it is normal for many people to love you.

Moreover, women have always been in a disadvantaged position. Even if the eldest lady and others try their best to overturn this unjust world, such a situation cannot be changed overnight.

Loving one person will hurt, but loving ten people won’t. However, it’s better to keep your true feelings hidden.

I don't dare to ask how much you like me, sister Shuang, I just hope that when I am with you, there will be no other men around you. Okay?"

Jiang Shuo half-knelt in front of Lu Ningshuang, gently holding her two jade hands that were chilling to the bone, and looked up at her, his turbulent eyes filled with her reflection.

Somehow, Lu Ningshuang felt that if she didn't agree, Jiang Shuo would definitely bite the handkerchief secretly behind her back, just like a big white wolf that would lie silent and autistic in its den after being ignored.

"OK……"

Lu Ningshuang felt the strong heartbeat coming from the palm of her left hand. She raised her head, squinted her eyes, and spoke in a long, soft voice.

"I knew it, I knew it, Sister Shuang is the best!"

After receiving a positive reply, Jiang Shuo hugged her tightly again, his face flushed with smile, and he almost jumped up with joy.

It just so happened that the grand ceremony of celebration of the ancient country of Yunnan was about to begin, and the Holy Son and the Holy Daughter would attend together to bless the fanatical citizens, and Mo Dongyu's return date had been set.

Jiang Shuo naturally replaced his position.

Mo Dongyu left quietly, just as suddenly as he came.

In a secluded place, the androgynous Mo Dongyu activated the poisonous insect and transformed back into the tall, slender, pure and beautiful Saint Sangyu.

The lotus flower blooming in the ancient country of Yunnan.

As he put on clothes and accessories, the real him was gradually sealed under the familiar yet unfamiliar skin.

Looking at the mask of life in the mirror that was almost impossible to take off, the debauchery between him and the second daughter of the Lu family, which was not even a month old, seemed like a pipe dream to escape from reality.

Mo Dongyu raised his hand, gently stroked the tiny scab at the corner of his lips, and murmured:

"See you again someday, Second Miss."

"Squeak..."

The snow in the yard was crushed, and Mo Dongyu jumped to the window with full alert. The next second, a cool breeze blew from his back, freezing him in place.

"who?!"

Mo Dongyu shouted harshly, but his heart was beating rapidly.

The black smoke gathered in the middle, and the hidden figure gradually became clear. A grayish-white withered hand stretched out from the wide robe and took off the hood that seemed to be able to swallow the light.

A vigorous old face suddenly appeared.

The high priest called him "young man" as soon as he opened his mouth, directly exposing Mo Dongyu's disguise. Mo Dongyu's expression changed drastically with shock.

"Don't be nervous, young man, hehe..."

The high priest patted Mo Dongyu's shoulder soothingly, which brought more pressure to Mo Dongyu.

"So Miss Lu likes someone like you. Well, that's right. It's really novel. It really opens my eyes even at my age!"

The high priest muttered:

"We need to teach those little guys a lesson when we get back. Stop being so arrogant. If they can't win over Second Miss Lu, then their beauty plan will be in vain."

The high priest was still upset about the fact that the Four Holy Sons were "sent out" by Lu Ningshuang. He had been there for several days, but Lu Ningshuang ignored him.

After finally waiting for Lu Ningshuang to soften her attitude and take the four people in, she did not expect that they would be sent out the next moment.

He was also thinking of asking the four of them to persuade the other party to agree to be his heir, or at least agree to study with him first. What was the result?

What a shameful thing!

What a waste of that handsome face!

He couldn't even coax an heir!

The high priest analyzed from the collected information that there was a righteous energy in Lu Ningshuang's body. Generally speaking, this thing is beneficial to ordinary people and harmless. Even if they cannot use it for a lifetime, it can subtly improve their physique.

But the problem was that Lu Ningshuang was too weak, and she was a person who defied fate and changed her destiny, so she shouldn't have lived until now.

Therefore, that righteous energy became a deadly poison that would continuously shorten her life span, which should not have been hers. This was the righteous way to restore order in accordance with the will of heaven!

He could well imagine that, apart from that man of his time, no one else today possessed such fateful power.

What is good and what is evil?

Transcending the mundane world, attaining enlightenment, and ascending to heaven in broad daylight, isn't this an act that defies heaven?

The high priest's expression froze as he withdrew his thoughts from afar. His old voice seemed to be a low murmur with a heavy curse coming from ancient times:

"I don't care about your Nan Gu mess, nor the entanglement between you and the second lady of the Lu family. I only have one thing to say -

Lu Ningshuang is the successor of Ke Xin whom I have carefully selected for most of my life. She is the successor high priest of Qiang State who cannot be replaced by anyone!

I will not pursue the past, but if you, including other people from your Dian country, want to harm her again, you should think carefully about whether Nan Gu still has a need to exist."

Discovered?

The old man's people are omnipresent in Dian. If the news leaks out, will he still have a chance to survive?

But after a moment, Mo Dongyu regained his composure.

He didn't care about the dispute over the north and south and the origin of witchcraft. What he cared about was whether he could kill the old man and regain his freedom completely.

in case……

Mo Dongyu raised his eyes and looked at the high priest.

"Don't even think about it. I don't have the time to meddle in your Dian country's affairs. That place is disgusting just thinking about it."

The high priest retreated from the cabinet to the center of the room as if he had encountered something dirty, covered his mouth and nose, frowned, and looked at Mo Dongyu from a distance.

For most of the high priest's life, his experience of traveling to the ancient country of Yunnan when he was young almost became a stain on his life. It was a chaotic, disorderly, feudal, immoral and unreasonable country, and its shocking degree was completely beyond comprehension.

Just as the origin of witchcraft on their murals is described, it is precisely distorted emotions and disguised desires.

Few people can escape from that country and from the hands of those citizens. Innocent people are imprisoned and manipulated, and what is publicized to the world is the "extreme truth" of those people.

The high priest almost became one of them, and became a "love slave" who lost himself and obeyed everyone's orders.

"If you want to leave, leave now!"

The high priest waved his sleeves in disgust and threw out a small metal carved gourd from his sleeve.

"The disguise Gu in your body has been widely used in Qiang country. Take the contents of the bottle when you have time. I really can't stand your half-baked Gu technique. It's really annoying!

The people of Dian are truly insane, always messing around..."

The high priest muttered to himself and walked out of the room with his hands behind his back.

Mo Dongyu looked at the small gourd, then at the door, then looked at the small gourd and then at the door again.

No, half-baked?

you said I?

I am a "saint", but I have undergone the most advanced and systematic training!

Mo Dongyu:(＊｀д′)