Crossing the World: This Prince is a Little Sweet

It was late at night and quiet, and several figures were quickly moving across the roof.

"My Lord, are you sure this is the place?"

Chu Xi looked at the palace that seemed too desolate and couldn't believe that this was where Nangong Yu lived.

“That’s right.”

A defeated prince, Yan Jingshuo had guessed that this would be the scene, but he did not expect it to be so dilapidated.

"It's so desolate. Nangong Yu must have died. My poor little snow bug is gone."

Chu Xi's eyes suddenly filled with tears.

"Not necessarily. He won't die that easily."

Yan Jingshuo felt that based on his understanding of Nangong Yu, this guy would not give in so easily.

"I hope so. Then let's go down and look for some clues or find Nangong Yu's body."

"..."

Yan Jingshuo jumped off the roof holding Chu Xi, and started searching with Ying Yi and others.

"Little snowworm...little snowworm..."

Chu Xi walked around one room after another, calling out softly, and Yan Jingshuo followed her slowly, looking around from time to time.

"Master, stop shouting. That stupid bug is not here."

Looking at Chu Xi's silly look, Huoyun Bracelet couldn't help but remind her.

"Fire Cloud Bracelet, how do you know it's not here?"

"Feel"

"Then can you feel where it is?"

"It's too far away to feel it."

"Well, has the little snowworm been laid to rest?"

"Master, can you please say something auspicious?"

The Fire Cloud Bracelet was ashamed. It couldn't understand what was in Chu Xi's mind now. He just kept talking nonsense.

"I don't want to either, but look at this palace! The grass is almost as tall as me. It's so desolate and dilapidated. Even if there is anything, it's already a foregone conclusion. How can I not think too much?"

"Is it possible that Nangong Yu doesn't live here?"

"But the prince said it's here."

"But there is no human presence here. The mobile poison warehouse only says that this is Nangong Yu's palace, but it does not mean that Nangong Yu is here."

"What you said seems to make sense. Can you really not sense the little snow bug with the Fire Cloud Bracelet?"

"No, but if it smells the owner's scent, it will come to find the owner."

"hope"

Chu Xi sighed, then turned around and said to Yan Jingshuo behind him:

"My Lord, let's go. There is nothing here."

"it is good"

"My Lord, where do you think Nangong Yu is now?"

Yan Jingshuo frowned and thought for a moment before speaking:

"He's probably locked up."

"Your Highness is saying that he might have been caught by his brother?"

"It should be, or like you said... it's cold."

"Where would his brother keep him then?"

Yan Jingshuo held Chu Xi's hand tightly and spoke to her softly.

"It's not clear yet, but I'll ask the shadow guard to find out the information."

"Well, let's get out of here first."

After saying that, Yan Jingshuo took Chu Xi away from that haunted place and returned along the same path.

In a dark basement somewhere in the palace, the air was filled with a pungent smell of medicine, and the strange smell was mixed with a hint of blood. The entire basement was airtight, with only a few weak oil lamps emitting a dim light.

In this dim environment, a middle-aged man in a white robe was standing in front of the medicine shelf, concentrating on fiddling with the medicinal materials and bottles and jars in his hands. The occasional new discoveries filled his eyes with surprise and excitement.

Behind the middle-aged man was a cross, on which was tied a man covered in scars. He was looking at the middle-aged man fiddling with the medicine with his head drooping weakly. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his eyes were full of disdain, as if he was laughing at the middle-aged man's ridiculous behavior. He sneered:

"Hehe, since you are so curious, why don't you try it yourself? Maybe you can become like me."

"Shut up, I can definitely solve this secret."

The middle-aged man spoke without turning his head, with no intention of stopping his hands.

Seeing that the man was unmoved, Nangong Yu continued to speak with a smile, his tone full of sarcasm:

"I am suggesting that you can only better understand and study it through personal experience."

"Humph, no matter how much you mock a defeated prisoner, it's useless. You'll never be able to escape from here in your life. Just be my experimental subject."

"Haha, you've been researching for so long, but I haven't seen you come up with any results."

Nangong Yu laughed.

"It's none of your business. You'll know how powerful it is when the time comes."

The middle-aged man was not annoyed by Nangong Yu's stimulation. He turned around and glanced at Nangong Yu, then continued to fiddle with the things in his hands.

"What are you going to make with my blood? Elixir of life? Or something else?"

Facing Nangong Yu's question, the middle-aged man did not answer the question directly. Instead, he stepped forward and looked at Nangong Yu on the frame with sharp eyes:

"Whether you can live long or not is one thing. We can talk about refining the immortality stuff later. However, your blood is indeed very special. It has a strong burning ability. I have never seen anyone's blood like yours. You are really a magical existence."

The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with excitement and obsession, and he became more and more excited as he spoke.

"So what? You haven't figured out anything in such a long time."

"Oh, don't provoke me, I won't tell you anything."

The middle-aged man guessed Nangong Yu's intention. He took two steps back and kept a certain distance from Nangong Yu.

"It's nothing more than refining some useless things. Do you think I'd be surprised?"

Nangong Yu snorted in his heart and spoke indifferently. He just felt a little sad. His life was a joke. He lived in sarcasm every day and could not feel happy.

When he was sad, he suddenly thought of Chu Xi, the little sun-like woman. He wondered how she was doing now, whether she had married the precious prince she had protected in her palm and lived a happy life.

Nangong Yu looked at the window through which only a faint light came in, feeling melancholy.

"Useless? How do you know it's useless? Just wait and see my results..."

The middle-aged man was probably provoked by Nangong Yu's words, and quickly turned around and returned to the experiment just now, leaving Nangong Yu alone with a sneer.

Suddenly, the holy Gu crawled from Nangong Yu's hair to its shoulders, making a soft squeaking sound.

Nangong Yu listened to the insect chirping beside his ear, and smiled feebly:

"What do you want to say, little bug?"

"Squeak..."

The Holy Gu twisted its chubby body and squeaked excitedly.

"Hehehe...Are you a mouse? Why do you always squeak?"

Nangong Yu smiled gently. If it weren't for this worm that had been by his side all this time, helping him heal his wounds and take drugs, he would have probably died of the poison long ago.

However, this middle-aged man was too cunning and was afraid that poisoning Nangong Yu would not be able to suppress him, so he gave him a muscle softening powder instead.

This thing is not poisonous, it will only make people weak and powerless after eating it. When Sheng Gu saw it, he shook his head and said that he couldn't do it.

"Squeak..."

The Holy Gu was still calling in Nangong Yu's ear. After calling a few times, it hid in Nangong Yu's hair and lay there motionless.

In fact, what Sheng Gu said to Nangong Yu was: It seemed to sense that its master was coming to find it, and told him not to worry, as they would be rescued soon.

But to Nangong Yu's ears, it was just a few squeaking sounds.

Nangong Yu saw the Holy Gu crawling back, with a look of disappointment in his eyes, thinking that he had failed to take care of Chu Xi's little bug, and said apologetically:

"I'm sorry, little bug, do you miss your master? I'm sorry I can't take you back now."