Su Luo also didn't hide the truth and confidently said to them: "You have guessed correctly, this Ancestor Mo, really isn't the original Ancestor Mo. I ought to say that the original Ancestor Mo's control has been wrestled away."
"Control wrestled away!" Beichen Ying shrieked.
Ancestor Mo was how amazing of an existence, his body's control was wrestled away by someone? This simply, simply overturned Beichen Ying's knowledge since childhood till now.
Su Luo smilingly looked at him, but she just wouldn't tell him, causing Beichen Ying's heart to itch, having a difficult time enduring it.
On the contrary, Zi Yan was rather clever, she still knew how to take the indirect approach.
Zi Yan curiously asked Su Luo: "What did you guys do in Northern Mo's imperial Palace? Why is the entire Northern Mo's imperial Palace completely destroyed?"
Su Luo's glorious accomplishment, hearing this being mentioned, the corner of Su Luo's mouth hooked into a proud, self-satisfied smile: "This matter will take a long time to tell….."
Therefore, Su Luo started to tell how, at that time, they escaped from Central Palace, how they entered Northern Mo's imperial city, and how she had scouted out the main palace hall at night, and thoroughly narrated every matter in detail to them.
This story was inherently complicated and bizzare, wonderful and brilliant, adding on top Su Luo's eloquence when speaking, so the whole story reached one climax after another and was very thrilling. Making Beichen Ying and Zi Yan who heard it excited, envious and emotionally moved.
After she just finished speaking about Northern Mo imperial palace's part of the story, Beichen Ying and Zi Yan's face immediately looked hollow.
"No wonder when we entered Northern Mo's imperial city, we would encounter being heavily hunted down. Sister-in-law, this is all your fault!" Beichen Ying simply
simply wanted to cry but lacked the tears, the more he thought about it, the more miserable he felt.
The two of them was thoroughly unlucky. They were just about to catch Central Palace's people to vent their anger, the result ah? Who couldn't they pretend to be, but they actually pretended to be Central Palace's core disciples. Wasn't this like lambs going into a tiger's den? How could they not chase to kill them?
All of a sudden, Beichen Ying return to his senses: "So to speak, at that time, Ancestor Mo couldn't wait to kill you, afterwards, what happened to him?" Moreover, in the end, where did this powerful expert come from, actually able
actually able to wrestle control of Ancestor Mo's body?
As a result, Su Luo once again narrated the original story towards the end one more time.
"It turned out to be Nangong!" Beichen Ying exclaimed in surprise, his eyes opened wide in a flash, "It turns out Second Brother is so powerful ah!"
Ancestor Mo was what kind of character? Second Brother was actually able to fight with him to a draw. Moreover, in the end, he was even able to, in one move, run through Ancestor Mo's body with a sword, scattering his soul, thus, his body's control was wrestled away by another.
At this moment, Beichen Ying's admiration towards Nangong Liuyun flowed endlessly like the Yellow River. "Where is Third Senior Brother?" Zi Yan looked all around, "Why isn't Third Senior Brother here?" Mentioning Nangong Liuyun, Su Luo's face turned pale in an instant.
Seeing Su Luo's expression wasn't good, Beichen Ying and Zi Yan exchanged a glance and saw a bad premonition in each premonition in each other's eyes.
"Luo Luo…." Beichen Ying, in a low tone, called out her name.
"Nangong is inside, let us go in." Su Luo sighed deeply, taking the lead to enter the wooden room first. Beichen Yin and Zi Yan looked at each other in dismay, afterwards, entered one in front and the other in the back.
Inside the little wooden room, on that simple bed, Nangong Liuyun's long body laid there. On his unparalleled handsome face, those pair of eyes that looked disdainfully at all under the heavens was tightly closed, as if sunk into a coma.
"Nangong, he…." Beichen Ying felt his throat tighten, a sour feeling filling his chest.
In Beichen Ying's mind, Nangong Liuyun was invincible. He had always been in command, steady as Mount Tai, giving people a sense of security like a great mountain. But now, he laid there, still, as if he had died without a trace of vitality.