Chapter 369: Chapter 160: The Holy Daughter’s Roasted Chicken Master! The Fairy’s New Skin! (Happy Lantern Festival!)_3
The two exchanged glances.
Chen Mo’s lips twitched, saying, "Isn’t this the new clothing from Jinxiu Workshop? Daoist, you change your skin quite frequently."
?!
Ling Ningzhi snapped back to her senses and exclaimed.
She hurriedly covered her chest with both hands, but it couldn’t hide the lower part, so she could only turn her back to him and stuttered, "You, you should leave quickly..."
Gazing at that rounded curve, Chen Mo’s throat moved.
Come on, posing like this is even more dangerous...
This one-piece underwear was originally designed to fit the Busty Empress, only voluptuous women could fit into it, and it had the same outstanding effect on Ling Ningzhi’s body.
"It’s not like I haven’t seen it before; why are you so nervous?"
"By the way, Fairy appears cool and distant, but her figure is quite... salacious."
Chen Mo sat down aside and unabashedly examined her.
"Stop saying that..."
Ling Ningzhi’s shame was overwhelming, her head lowered, and her cheeks seemed to be burning.
"This outfit suits you well, looks great on you."
"Re-really?"
"Yeah, did you buy it yourself?"
"Your fiancée sent it."
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The two exchanged a glance and simultaneously looked away guiltily, suddenly feeling a sense of immoral indulgence...
"Ahem." Chen Mo cleared his throat and handed her the skewered meat, "Freshly grilled, want to have a bite? You must be exhausted from yesterday."
"You still remember..."
Ling Ningzhi gave him a lingering look, "In my past life, what did I ever do to deserve being bullied like this?"
Smelling the sweet fragrance, her throat moved slightly, yesterday’s ordeal had drained her, and her stomach began rumbling.
She reached out, took a skewer, tapped her mouth lightly, and took a small bite.
The juice mingled with the meat aroma, spreading through her lips and teeth, crispy and fragrant outside, tender and juicy inside, perfectly cooked.
"Delicious!"
Ling Ningzhi’s eyes lit up.
"Take it slow, nobody’s snatching it from you."
Chen Mo smiled, reaching out to wipe the oil from the corner of her mouth.
Looking at his gentle expression, Ling Ningzhi’s face turned rosy, her heartbeat erratically quickened.
"Want some more?"
"Hmm~"
Soon, she devoured several skewers, her eyes squinting in pleasure, utterly satisfied.
"Full?" Chen Mo asked.
"Yes, full." Ling Ningzhi nodded.
"Alright, let’s continue then." Chen Mo patted his leg, striking a coin-collecting pose.
"...Hmm?"
Ling Ningzhi froze, "Cont-continue?"
Chen Mo chuckled, "About a day and a night more to reach Tiannan state, might as well use the time to try several times and find the best way to block Dao Power."
"..."
A day and a night?!
Ling Ningzhi’s expression turned dazed, her legs already starting to weaken.
"Fairy, let me see where your limits are!"
"Please, Daoist truly doesn’t want to again...um!!"
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Nantu State, the Prefectural Magistrate Office.
Inside the mansion, the atmosphere was deadly, the entire residence surrounded by the Yulin Army adorned with mountain pattern gold armor.
In the courtyard, a group of family members was bound and kneeling on the ground, trembling, nearby corpses piled up like a small hill, blood streaming through stone slab gaps.
Two rattan chairs placed in front of the hall, a purple and a blue figure sat on the chairs.
The one in the purple official robe was the Junior Minister of the Ministry of Justice Fang Jing, while the one in the blue robe was the Right Assistant Imperial Censor Yu Dong.
Kneeling before them was a middle-aged man, with a stern face, filled with righteousness, though his knees were on the ground, he held his head high with dignity.
"Mr. Tong, are you sure you won’t confess?" Fang Jing squinted his eyes and asked solemnly.
Prefect Tong Zhenhai coldly responded, "I’ve served the Imperial Power for twenty years, cautious as walking on thin ice, owe no shame to heaven and earth, nor to human conscience. I don’t know what you’re talking about!"
"Hmph, still being stubborn?"
Fang Jing raised his hand, and the Yulin Army pinned down a woman, drawing a long knife from his waist.
"Master!" The woman’s expression was sorrowful.
"Madam! Stop it, all of you!" Tong Zhenhai shouted loudly.
Swish—
The flash of the blade, blood splattered!
A head rolled to Tong Zhenhai’s feet, eyes that would not close staring at him!
"How dare you abuse private punishment and kill innocents indiscriminately! You deserve death! I demand to see His Highness!" Tong Zhenhai’s forehead veins bulged, screaming hoarsely.
Fang Jing shook his head: "I have a decree from the Eastern Royal Palace, fully authorized to handle the Gu God Sect case, Imperial Power granted, execution first, report later. Mr. Tong, you’d better confess early."
"Mr. Tong, don’t you understand? The crimes of the Gu God Sect are evident, already akin to treason!"
Yu Dong remarked chillingly: "If you refuse to reveal the location of the Gu God Sect’s mountain gate, not only your wife but the entire Prefect Mansion will be spared no mercy! They will all die because of you!"
"Next!"
The Yulin Army pinned an eight-year-old child to the ground, a gleaming long knife pressed to the neck.
"Father!"
The child’s cry was heart-wrenching.
Tong Zhenhai’s eyes were on the brink of tearing apart, glaring fiercely at Fang and Yu, voice squeezed out between clenched teeth:
"Your accusations are baseless! Should I survive today, I will spill blood on the imperial steps before His Highness to prove my innocence! None of you will get away then!"
"Hm?"
Yu Dong and Fang Jing exchanged glances, hesitating somewhat.
Those Prefectural Governors, Deputy Magistrates, Assistant Judges... all had confessed, and all clues pointed to Prefect Tong Zhenhai, yet this guy remained surprisingly stubborn.
The look of righteous integrity even made the two somewhat waver.
If this was an act, then Mr. Tong’s acting was simply superb...
Just as they were about to discuss, suddenly, a stooped old figure appeared in the courtyard out of nowhere, speaking lightly: "You are Tong Zhenhai?"
"Who are you?!"
Clang—
In an instant, weapons were unsheathed!
The Yulin Army surged around, encircling the old man.
"Look for yourself."
The old man leisurely pulled out a Yellow Decree, flicking it in the wind.
The Commander of the Divine Strategy Army parted the crowd, stepped forward, took a careful look, and bowed, saying: "It turns out to be Tributor Zhong."
Unlike the Demon Suppression Department’s tributes, Zhong Lihe and Wu Zhengkai were royal tributes, only obeying His Highness, with a supreme status.
"What’s the current situation?" Zhong Lihe asked.
The Commander explained the current situation in detail.
"Others have confessed, roughly locating the western and northern districts of the Gu God Sect, but there is no information about the eastern district."
"And this Prefect Tong, refuses to confess even to the death..."
"I am innocent, what is there to confess?" Tong Zhenhai stubbornly said.
"No need, you don’t have to confess, I will find out myself."
Zhong Lihe walked up to Tong Zhenhai, amid astonished stares, directly inserting his hand into the top of Tong’s skull, as if the hard bone were tofu, until the whole hand was wrist-deep into the brain!
"Ahhhh!"
As the hand stirred, Tong Zhenhai’s body trembled violently, expression ghastly dreadful, and blood gushed from the seven orifices, the miserable wails making Fang Jing and Yu Dong shudder.
"Found it."
Zhong Lihe rummaged for a long time in his brain, finally pulling his hand out.
His palm was covered in yellow-white brain bits, pinching a flesh worm over an inch long between his fingers.
All snow-white, teeth sharp, continuously twisting, making squeaking sounds.
"No wonder he’s so stubborn, turns out he’s been hit by the Soul-locking Gu, memory all sealed, so he genuinely believes himself innocent."
"Quite a tactic..."
Zhong Lihe muttered, then opened his mouth, tossed the flesh worm inside, and swallowed it whole.
The scene nearly made Fang Jing vomit, Yu Dong’s face turned ashen, forcing down a tumbling stomach.
Zhong Lihe closed his eyes slightly, after a moment, said: "I have seen clearly, Tong Zhenhai has an additional identity, as the Eastern Elder of the Gu God Sect, previously the Gu God Sect slaughtered border towns multiple times, all covered up by him, hands stained with tens of thousands of lives."
The Commander’s expression sharpened upon hearing this, asking: "Then the location of the eastern district..."
"Not in Nantu State, but in Tiannan."
"The Sect Hierarch of the Gu God Sect is secluded in the east district, hence the tight cover-up."
Snap—
Zhong Lihe crushed Tong Zhenhai’s head, edges of his mouth curling up, fiercely said: "As the saying goes, capture the leader first, then let’s start killing from the eastern district."