Mrs. Kitashan Yuehui, who had always lived in seclusion, suddenly went out in a car. This became a moderate amount of news in this residential area. The housewives cast their gazes from the gardens, streets, bedrooms, and other positions and angles. They gathered all sorts of details and prepared them for today's conversation.
Those gazes and vulgar thoughts certainly couldn't be hidden from Snake Tongue. In the past, she simply couldn't be bothered to waste her thoughts on such matters. But today, she looked through the car window and swept her gaze over this residential area with great interest. She looked at the gardens on both sides of the road, as well as the faintly familiar faces inside and outside the gardens.
Compared to the boundless and repetitive clouds, so what if it was vulgar? Those pale faces smeared with foundation and lipstick also glowed with a gorgeous color!
The hired professional driver drove silently. The relevant route had already been properly arranged. After leaving the residential area, they entered the main road around the lake on the southern shore of Beishan Lake. The foundation of this high-standard magnetic track was extremely high. When it was first constructed, it served as a second breakwater. As the car drove on it, they could clearly see the boundless blue waves of Beishan Lake.
As for the strong and sturdy camphor tree on the lakeside, it was nearly thirty meters tall. It firmly pressed down on the main road around the lake. Even from here, they still had to look up. Looking at the extended branches of the tree crown, it was truly like the arm of a giant spirit stretched horizontally between Beishan Lake and Ban City. It caused people to involuntarily feel reverence.
It was precisely because of this majestic appearance and the miraculous stories that had been passed down for several decades that Mr. Jorajemon still had no lack of incense offerings, even during the day or on a working day.
Snake Tongue could feel a certain spirituality that was becoming increasingly perfect through the incense and faith. It revolved and flowed, combing the dual environment of matter and spirit, nourishing and strengthening it little by little.
Her gaze was cold and clear, and her thoughts were cold.
At the same time, there was also a thought that swept past the car. The two sides touched and then separated. It could be considered a greeting, but the mood was cold.
Snake Tongue didn't reprimand Jorajemon, and the latter didn't have any intention of apologizing. The friendship between the two was roughly like this. Half a year was enough for them to be completely consumed, so it wasn't strange. As for the future direction of the jointly established Myriad Spirit Order, or even the future of the two … whether it was Snake Tongue or the Jordan Gate, they didn't have the authority to take the lead.
This was because there was a certain "lord" on the surface of North Mountain Lake. Snake Tongue and Zojia Weiman both consciously and unconsciously followed the will of that person. Snake Tongue was the conscious one. As for Mr. Zojia Weiman, it would depend on how he would react later.
The car quickly turned off Lake Circle Drive.
Snake Tongue had already prepared a boat here. She was prepared to go to the lake to pay her respects to that person. But before she could set off, she saw a fishing boat on the lake. On the boat was a familiar young woman who was smiling at her from afar.
Soon, the two sides met at the pier.
Snake Tongue had already thought about it. She had indeed seen this woman before her. A week ago, Luo Nan had summoned her soul and summoned her soul. Her soul and body were one for a short period of time, and she would occasionally see this face. It was just that it was hidden in a dreamy and illusory mist. It was hard to tell if it was real or fake.
Right now, there was no need to bother distinguishing. It was certainly someone close to Luo Nan, without a doubt. Even though Snake Tongue was able to determine that this person's cultivation was a level lower than hers, she still bowed respectfully in greeting.
"Sinner Snake Tongue greets the high envoy."
Yin Le's eyes stirred slightly.
Snake Tongue wore a traditional kimono. She came in splendid attire. Her words and actions were humble and ancient. She simply adopted the posture of paying respect to a god. Naturally, she elevated Luo Nan to an extremely lofty position.
Then, could she, a temporary Secretary, truly be able to steadily occupy a position as lofty as that of a god?
Yin Le's thoughts turned to one side, and she smiled. She avoided Snake Tongue's greeting and bowed slightly at the same time. "I don't dare. My humble name is Yin Le. I am the Vice Oblatum of the Bloodflame Order. I follow the orders of the First Oblatum to serve by Mister's side. I don't deserve the title of high envoy."
The Bloodflame Order? The one from Xia City?
Snake Tongue didn't participate in the final battle to kill Gong Qi, so she had no way of knowing of the close relationship between Luo Nan and the Bloodflame Order. It was hard not to be surprised when she heard this. But this was not the time for her to ask clearly. She could only suppress the suspicions in her mind and maintain a respectful and submissive posture. She hoped that Yin Le would pass on the message and allow her to meet her 'lord'.
The response from the other side was rather odd. "Ms. Northmountain, according to Mister, you're a fan of the Mountain Stream band?"
Snake Tongue raised her head in shock and saw Yin Le's deep smile. Her mind immediately flashed, and she responded a second later, "What the lord says is naturally correct."
An intelligent person's intelligent reply.
In this way, Yin Le saved quite a bit of talking. She faintly sensed that Snake Tongue's existence would create a certain amount of competition for her. But from a rational perspective, she clearly understood that there was no meaning in this so-called "jealousy". Her duty was to ensure that the information was accurately transmitted down the chain of command.
"It just so happens that Mountain Stream is currently rehearsing. Ms. Northmountain can go take a look. You're an actor, and they're singers. The difference in their fields is quite large.
But no matter how you look at it, you're still an artist. You're their senior. You can interact with them at a close distance …. Oh, I just so happen to have something to do in the city. Can I hitch a ride? "
"Of course."
Snake Tongue invited Yin Le into the car. There was a bit of modesty between the two. In the end, Yin Le chose the seat behind the driver, leaving the front passenger seat for Snake Tongue.
The car drove to the center of Sakura City. On the way, Yin Le gave Snake Tongue information on the Mountain Stream band, especially information on the relationship between Mo Ya and Luo Nan. She also gave a general explanation of the current situation.
Actually, Yin Le herself didn't quite understand why Snake Tongue was involved. She didn't even understand the process of Luo Nan awakening and subduing this former enemy of hers. On the other side, Snake Tongue felt deep disbelief towards the background of Luo Nan being threatened.
The Yuchuan Family actually did such a thing to threaten a deity that had slain Extraordinaries …. Was it because their lord was too low-key?
Both sides had unresolved suspicions, but they were intimidated by Luo Nan's existence, so it wasn't easy for them to communicate in depth. The two vaguely came to a realization: They were two pieces of a puzzle in Luo Nan's hands. They were placed in different areas according to the will of that person. As for the complete picture, it probably only existed in Luo Nan's heart. Or perhaps it would only appear in its entirety at the final stage.
Regardless of whether it was Snake Tongue or Yin Le, they were both people who were good at communicating. After opening the door to the driver's seat, there was no need to worry about the driver. They soon found many new topics to talk about. For example, the Jordan Gate and the Myriad Spirit Order, the relationship between the Bloodflame Order and Luo Nan, and so on.
Although it wasn't to the extent of revealing everything, it could help each other understand and communicate more. In the end, they talked about Luo Nan's current activities. Yin Le was actually a bit distressed. "The Rayray needs to be docked for a complete overhaul. It will take at least a week. Mister will need to find another ride for his daily needs. But it's not easy to find a yacht of the same specifications in a short period of time without leaving any traces … "
Luo Nan didn't care about his living conditions, but a secretary like Yin Le had to be perfect no matter what.
Snake Tongue couldn't comment too much on this sort of matter. She only acted in the proper manner and said, "If Milord doesn't mind this sinner's humble dwelling, it would be good for her to temporarily move in."
Yin Le didn't think that Luo Nan would go live in a residential area with many eyes and ears. She just responded politely: "I will mention it to Mister."
Well, if Luo Nan hadn't found a suitable replacement yacht by the time he returned.
Speaking of which, didn't he spend too much time at the bottom of the lake?
Speaking of which, didn't he spend too much time at the bottom of the lake? Mobile version: M.
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