C265 (1/2)

The sudden news had caused Ye Qing's face to turn ashen. The reverse hatred in his blood had rushed to his head, and the wine cup in his hand had shattered into several pieces. ”So it was all an excuse for their own selfish desires.”

My many years of commitment to clean up the Jianghu, a joke.

Ya Xiang secretly glanced at Ye Qing's cold expression and then quietly hid behind Luo Lingwei.

Ji Wu Ye, on the other hand, didn't care. He was used to being deceitful. This kind of setback wasn't worth putting in front of him.

Luo Lingwei still did not accept. Dugu Qian Huan wanted to see her for what she was going to do. The original owner's parents did not set foot in the martial arts world, and they had no connection with the Devil Sect.

Thinking of this, Luo Lingwei cautiously asked, ”Then may I ask what Pavilion Master needs from me?”

Seeing Ji Wu Ye's taciturn expression, Ji Wu Ye replied, ”Qian Huan Huan, can I ask for your help? No need to trouble yourself.”

A simple move? Luo Lingwei was a little disbelieving, but due to face, she still quietly sat on the ground, acting as if she was all ears.

After all, if you have something to say, just say it.

With Ye Qing's face, Dugu Qian Huan wouldn't force her.

Dugu Qian Huan took out a human skin mask that she had prepared beforehand. ”I ask that you disguise yourself as senior apprentice sister.”

As soon as his voice fell, Ye Qingleng took a deep breath and his face turned even more unsightly.

”No!” ”I like her …”

Their child Han Yan was filled with anticipation. When he first found out about the sex of the fetus, Mu Han Yan and Ye Qing racked their brains to determine the name of their daughter — Yi Huan. He hoped that she would be able to let go of her parents' shackles and become carefree. Unfortunately, the little girl's luck was poor. She didn't even have the time to look at the world when she was born, and she died just like that.

Using the name of someone who died prematurely meant that he had already lost his life. Not to mention pretending to be the father of an imperial concubine. Luo Lingwei was the daughter of a great general and the consort of TangTang, so how could she bear such humiliation? Besides, you still haven't been found in the martial arts world. How many people are eyeing you like a tiger eyeing its prey? Princess Hua-Yang didn't know martial arts, so her sudden appearance would definitely be dangerous.

Luo Lingwei secretly shook her head at Ye Qing and firmly said, ”Okay, I agree.”

Ye Qing tried to persuade her to turn around and look at Ji Wu Ye, and sure enough, Ji Wu Ye frowned when he heard that Luo Ling Wei agreed to it.

He looked at the fragrance on the cliff and asked Dugu Qianyan, ”Do you have any other alternative?”

”It doesn't look like it.” Dugu Qian Huan shook her head. ”Wangfei and senior sister's eyes are very similar.”

If this news was leaked, there would definitely be someone who came to investigate. The fragrance of the cliff did not resemble her at all. Even if there was a disguise, the eyes couldn't fool people. The old nuns of White Crane Temple, brother is not easy to fool.

Are their eyes very similar? Luo Lingwei touched the tear stains on the corner of her eye. Is it because of it?

When she woke up, she didn't know when she had gotten a teardrop mole. The original owner's body didn't have such an obvious mark.

”Is it because of the mole?”

She suspected that it was either Ji Wu Ye's doing or the original owner's mother deliberately hiding it.

Under the moonlight reflected off the surface of the water, Ji Wuye saw Luo Lingwei's reflection shining on the surface of the water. He raised his eyebrows in surprise.

”Tear nevus?”

Dugu Qian Huan nodded and shook her head. Yes and no.

The senior disciple had a tear-shaped mole at the corner of her eye, but it wasn't in this position. What was most similar between them was the look, the unique expression that could not be imitated.

Luo Lingwei had agreed to Ji Wuye's conditions and was currently under his command. Thus, he still had to listen to Ji Wu Ye's arrangements.

The antidote to Nightingale's illness depended on him.