The Devil's Wife, I Just Want to Survive

It was the third watch of the night.

In the courtyard, Wang Que, who was looking at the waning moon, moved his body slightly.

In his arms, Mo Lingqing slowly raised his head.

After a breath, Wang Que returned to normal, and the mysterious aura lingering around him completely dissipated.

"Husband?" Mo Lingqing's voice was very light.

After Wang Que came to his senses, he smiled: "I have a little chance, but I just touched the threshold. I still need to work hard to truly understand it."

Mo Lingqing left Wang Que's arms: "What kind of artistic conception did my husband understand this time?"

A trace of confusion flashed in Wang Que's eyes and then dissipated: "False and real."

"Real and fake?" Mo Lingqing's heart was slightly shocked: "Are these two artistic conceptions?"

Wang Que nodded: "People often say that fate is illusory, but people believe that fate is real. Whether it is false or real... isn't it all in our thoughts?"

Mo Lingqing Ling Qing pondered for a moment: "There is some truth in that."

Wang Que smiled: "Secondly, I once saw the false and the real in the Futian Palace. That scene shocked me deeply. This time... I want to try to understand something."

"But this time I just touched the threshold. As for when I can really understand it, I am not sure."

"It's good to touch the threshold." Mo Lingqing said softly: "I still don't have a clue about the second artistic conception."

After chatting in a low voice again, the two returned to the room to rest.

Tomorrow morning is a big banquet to entertain Jiufang. Although this banquet is to plunder the "family fat"... it can't be too perfunctory.

A few hours later, the sky was bright, and the Wang family began to bustle.

The banquet for Jiufang was all in a hall.

And Jiufang's people only had nine tables!

There were eight seats at a table, and only eight people, including the lord of a city, the heads of four clans, and the heads of three clans, could sit!

As for the people they brought, they could only sit at the side tables outside the hall. The number of side tables depended entirely on how many people came, but the people sitting at the side tables were not important, and Wang Que did not care much about them. After all, there were only eight people at this table who really had to give "gifts".

As the banquet began, guests gave gifts and left their names and took seats. The hall was neither too lively nor too deserted.

Nine cities in the Northern Territory, nine city lords, thirty-six clan leaders, and twenty-seven clan leaders.

These people had more or less some grievances among them, and they could sit together because Wang Que was here.

Before the banquet started, Wang Que needed to say a few words, and Wang Que just said a few simple words.

During the banquet, there was an endless stream of bigwigs coming to toast, and Wang Que also responded calmly without leaking a single drop.

Finally, they talked about some division of interests and ownership, which Wang Que naturally had the right to decide. He originally planned to simply deal with it, but who knew that he talked from noon to late at night until late at night the next day before it was completely resolved.

After seeing off these important figures, Wang Que left the heads of the Mo and Han families in Zige City alone.

After saying goodbye to his uncle Wang Xiong and Bu Nanzi, Wang Que and others also set out on the road to Zige City.

At present, only Wang Que can solve Mo Yanhua's "disease". As for when to go to the imperial city... it doesn't matter if it's two days earlier or later, anyway, the Northern Territory is far away from the imperial city.

Under the full urging of the Yunyou Post Station in Jinyang City, Wang Que and others only took one day to reach Zige City.

Without delay, everyone went to the Mo family's clan at full speed.

Late at night, Wang Que and others came to the Mo family's clan.

"Que, my son's courtyard is in front. He is now closed in his heart. More people will only stimulate him more, so... we won't go up, you and Xianlan go up."

Wang Que nodded slightly: "Okay, Xianlan, I'll go in and take a look."

Everyone stopped outside the courtyard, and Wang Que and Han Xianlan stepped into the courtyard.

"Brother Que, do you really have a way to cure Brother Yanhua? Their ancestors of the Mo family and my ancestors have tried, but it didn't work. They are also Chongxu masters."

Wang Que heard this and said calmly: "Maybe their method is wrong. I am sure about Brother Yanhua's situation."

"I hope so." Han Xianlan sighed: "Brother Yanhua is also a man of temperament. It would be a pity for him to die because of this."

The two went upstairs in a low voice, and soon, they saw Mo Yanhua in the attic bedroom.

Mo Yanhua has lost all his aura now. He is lying on the bed with festering all over his body and can't take care of himself. Even if there is a special ventilation array in the room, Wang Que can still smell a smell of medicine and fishy smell.

Glancing at the basin at the foot of the bed, Wang Que understood what it was.

A useless person who can't take care of himself may not even know when he defecates or urinates.

"Get out!"

"Get out!"

Mo Yanhua, who can't move on the bed, doesn't know who is coming, but no matter who comes,He is always like this.

Wang Que pursed his lips slightly and sighed in his heart: "Brother Yanhua."

Han Xianlan looked at Mo Yanhua and then at Wang Que, but he didn't speak.

After a few breaths, Mo Yanhua spoke again, but this time his voice was a little sad: "You, you, Brother Que?"

Wang Que hummed and walked to the bed and looked at Mo Yanhua who was almost unable to move: "Brother Yanhua........."

As soon as the words came out, Wang Que was silent for a while, he didn't know what to say.

Mo Yanhua opened his mouth but didn't say anything, but two lines of water flowed from the corners of his eyes.

After a long time, Mo Yanhua said in a low voice: "Congratulations, Brother Que, you are now the Lord of the Northern Territory. I... really didn't expect you to come back to see me."

Wang Que sighed: "I really don't know how you have survived these years, blame me."

Mo Yanhua's eyes moved and he said slowly: "It's my own poor skills, how can I blame Brother Que."

Suddenly, Mo Yanhua's voice became louder: "Brother Que, if you still recognize me as a friend, then kill me!"

"Please kill me !"

"I don't want to lie like this anymore. I'm a piece of trash now. I'd rather die than live now!"

Han Xianlan's voice sounded: "What nonsense are you talking about! Brother Que came here to save you this time. Brother Que has the means to save you!"

Mo Yanhua pulled the corner of his mouth with a sad look: "Don't lie to me. I can't recover. My ancestors and your ancestors have tried. They are Chongxu, Chongxu!"

Han Xianlan wanted to say something else, but Wang Que just stretched out his hand to stop Han Xianlan and signaled him to step back.

Then, Wang Que raised his hand, and a strange force emanated and enveloped Mo Yanhua.

Mo Yanhua's eyes kept overflowing with water stains: "It's useless, Brother Que, it's useless, leave me some last dignity, let me die!"

"You can't die." Wang Que's voice was very light, but it revealed an unquestionable meaning.

As Bai Ling's power penetrated into Mo Yanhua's body, Wang Que soon found the source of the evil, which was a group of black strange power.

The strange power quickly surrounded and the black power was dissolved without any resistance.

This black power was just the residual power of the evil spirit. Wang Que could refine the evil spirit, so how could this little evil power be difficult for him?

As the evil power lingering in Mo Yanhua's body was dissolved, Wang Que formed a seal with one hand to draw the power of heaven and earth into Mo Yanhua's body!

The broken meridians were repaired and connected again, and his collapsed body stopped deteriorating and continued to recover.

"This..." On the bed, Mo Yanhua stared with his eyes wide open and his mouth wide open, feeling the changes in his body in disbelief. He didn't know how long he hadn't felt the vigorous vitality bursting from the depths of his body.