His words that could not be refuted immediately caused Qing Wu's already pale face to turn even paler. Her eyes were filled with despair as she looked at her father, the middle-aged man in front of her.
She knew this day would come, but she didn't know it would come so soon and so suddenly!
The Sacred Fire Festival was only two months away, but there were still four months left before the appointment with Feng Hao. Didn't that mean …
Thinking of this, Qing Wu's heart turned cold. Her eyes were empty and her body trembled and was about to fall. Fortunately, Lan Xun supported her in time.
"Sigh …"
Seeing her desperate daughter and her husband turning his head away, she could only sigh softly and help Qing Wu slowly walk towards the Saintess Palace.
This was the fate of being a Saintess, a fate that could not be changed!
"Holy Master is wise!"
The shouts of the old antiques behind her made Lan Xun tremble. She turned her head and glared at them before turning away.
...
"Mother, what's wrong with you?"
Little Qing Meng ran over when she saw Qing Wu's pale face. She held Qing Wu's ice-cold hands and cried out in a sobbing tone. Her eyes were filled with tears.
"Wuwu …"
Seeing that Qing Wu didn't respond, Little Qing Meng shook her arms and cried.
"Meng Meng, don't cry!"
Seeing this scene, Lan Xun helped Qing Wu sit down on a chair and comforted Little Qing Meng. Listening to the little girl's sad cry, her eyes turned slightly red.
Qing Wu's eyes were still empty, and her whole body had lost its spirit, as if she had lost her soul. She sat there motionless, unable to hear the sound of the outside world.
"Mother, what's wrong with you? Wake up! Don't scare Meng 'er! "
Little Qing Meng took her hand and kept shaking it, crying, but she didn't hear it.
"Meng Meng, be good. Your mother is fine. She will be fine soon …"
Lan Xun helped her wipe the tears on her face and comforted her softly.
"Wuwu … I want Uncle Xue Yu … I want Uncle Xue Yu …"
Little Qing Meng let go of Qing Wu's hand and threw herself into her arms, crying. Her little face was full of tears, and her eyes were red.
"Xue Yu?"
Lan Xun was slightly stunned. After thinking about it, she found that there was no such person among the candidates for the Devil Religion's Saint Son.
"Tell grandma, who is Uncle Xue Yu?"
Lan Xun asked as she took out a clean handkerchief and wiped the tears from her cheeks.
"Boohoo … Uncle Xue Yu, Uncle Xue Yu is the best person. He is just like Meng 'er's father. Boohoo … Meng' er misses Uncle Xue Yu so much. Meng 'er wants Uncle Xue Yu to be Meng' er's father …"
Little Qingmeng said intermittently with a whimper.
"Daddy?"
Lan Xun looked at the little girl in surprise, not understanding what was going on. In her heart, she wondered if Qing Wu had abducted Xue Yu's daughter.
Qing Wu had concealed the matter of Little Qing Meng from everyone. Other than the maidservants of the Holy Maiden Manor, no one in the entire Dark Shadow Demon Sect knew that Little Qing Meng was her biological daughter.
"Saintess Devil Lady seeks an audience."
At this moment, a beautiful maid walked in and said respectfully with her head lowered.
"Demon? Didn't he go to Dynasty? "
Lan Xun thought about it for a moment before remembering the man who owned the Heaven Grade Poison Codex. "Call him in."
Although he didn't know why this fellow who could have become a candidate for the Holy Son but refused to do so had come here, a Devil who possessed a Heaven Tier Middle Tier Poison Codex was an existence that couldn't be ignored in the Devil Sect.
"Yes."
The beautiful maid responded, glanced at Qing Wu, who had hollow eyes, and sighed slightly before walking out quickly.
Of course, she knew why her master had been unwilling to choose a husband, but for some reason, a sloppy figure suddenly flashed in her mind.
"No, no, it can't be him."
She shook her head violently and walked faster.
Although that sloppy guy was unfathomable, his sloppy appearance was unacceptable to her as a maid.
Could it be that she had to let her charming and peerless Saintess marry that sloppy ghost?
Just thinking about it made her scalp tingle.
Not long after, under her lead, Mo Xie walked into the hall.
Seeing Little Qing Meng, who was still whimpering, and Qing Wu, who had hollow eyes, he was stunned, not understanding what was going on.
Was this the reason why Feng Hao asked him to come back and help?
This thought flashed in his mind.
"What are you doing here?"
Lan Xun glanced at him slightly and asked lightly.
Although Mo Xie wanted to become a Grand Elder of the Dark Shadow Demon Sect, as the previous generation's Saintess, her status was higher than a Grand Elder.
"Help her."
Mo Xie said coldly.
"Help her?"
Lan Xun was taken aback, not understanding what he meant. She narrowed her eyes and asked, "Why do you want to help her?"
"I was entrusted by someone."
Mo Xie said lightly.
"Entrusted by someone?"
Lan Xun was taken aback and asked doubtfully, "Entrusted by who?"
"Feng Hao."
Mo Xie hesitated for a moment before saying it.
"Feng Hao?"
Another unfamiliar name caused Lan Xun's brow to wrinkle.
Who was this Feng Hao? How did he know that her daughter was in trouble and become friends with Mo Xie?
Questions flashed through her mind, but she couldn't find an answer to any of them.
"Feng Hao."
Qing Wu, whose eyes had been empty, trembled when she heard this name. She stood up and shouted, "Feng Hao is here? Where is he? Where is he? "
Her emotional loss of composure made Mo Xie, Lan Xun, and even Little Qing Meng and the beautiful maid look at her in surprise.
"He didn't come … He didn't come … He won't come …"
After glancing around the hall, Qing Wu sat down again. Her charming eyes flashed with tears. She slowly closed her eyes and two clear tears fell down her cheeks.
That inexplicable palpitation made her feel that something had happened to Feng Hao …
She firmly believed in the feeling in her heart.
"Wu 'er, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me! "
Lan Xun took a few steps forward and took her hand, asking with a trembling voice.
Qing Wu's abnormal behavior made her very uneasy and puzzled. Why did an unfamiliar name make her daughter lose her composure like this? What happened?
"Feng Hao went back to West Mist, so he didn't come."
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