Cut off my tendons in my hands and feet to make me marry? Prepare to die!

Before Yue Zihuan could get angry at Yue Ran, his eyes blurred, and then someone grabbed his wrist and turned it half a circle, and a jade token was stuffed into his palm.

"It's so hot!!" Yue Zihuan's palm was almost burnt, and he instinctively wanted to throw the jade token away.

But his wrist was firmly grasped, and he was completely unable to move on his own.

Yue Ran took a step back and looked at the young man named Xiao Ce who was holding Yue Zihuan's wrist with a serious expression.

Duan Qingkong, dressed in a purple robe, slowly walked in from the door. He glanced at the screaming Yue Zihuan, and then scanned the faces of everyone in the lobby.

When he saw Yue Ran, Duan Qingkong's eyes paused noticeably.

Yue Ran was still wearing a bright red dress today, like a rose blooming under the rising sun, warm and impactful.

She loved red very much and liked to wear red robes and golden armor even on the battlefield. Now that she was back in the capital, the palace had customized various red dresses for her.

The hem of her skirt was a layer of silk gauze as thin as mist, and she had a gold belt tied around her waist, which made her look elegant and graceful. The silk fabric glowed with a soft luster in the sunlight, just like the shimmering surface of a lake in the morning light, and it made her skin look even whiter and more delicate, as if it were carved from warm jade.

Her hair was carefully combed into an elegant bun for travel, with a few strands of hair hanging softly around her ears.

A gold and gem-studded dragonfly hairpin was inserted diagonally in her hair, which complemented the red dress perfectly. Every slight movement sparkled with a low-key and luxurious light.

Her face was the focus of Duan Qingkong's attention.

Yue Ran had delicate features to begin with, and the corners of her mouth gently drew a confident smile. Wherever she stood, the colors around her seemed to dim, and only the red dress attracted everyone's attention.

Duan Qingkong's eyes narrowed slightly.

This woman is 50% similar to Lu Qingyue and also somewhat similar to Yue Si Ning. I think she is Lu Qingyue's eldest daughter and Yue Si Ning's sister.

But her extravagant outfit...

Duan Qingkong looked away with some dissatisfaction.

After all, she is just a mortal woman who is used to the life of luxury in the world. Wearing all these jewels and precious stones is disgusting.

Apart from a similar appearance, she really doesn't look like her mother at all!

No, Duan Qingkong shook his head.

Lu Qingyue was originally a person who coveted wealth and honor, otherwise, as an inner sect disciple of the Divine Lord Sect, why would she marry a mortal prince and end up with a tragic ending of early death!

While Duan Qingkong was looking at Yue Ran, Yue Ran was also looking at Duan Qingkong openly.

The sudden look of disgust in the other person's eyes made Yue Ran slightly stunned.

I heard that my mother is popular among the Shenzun Sect and has no grudges against anyone.

As soon as this Taoist priest Duan arrived, he looked at her coldly, and no one knew why.

After this back and forth exchange of glances, Yue Zihuan's palms gradually returned to whiteness and he stopped shouting.

Xiao Ce took the jade token from Yue Zihuan and looked at Yue Zihuan with a frown:

"Have you come into contact with any strange people recently?"

The evil spirit in Yue Zihuan's body has been completely absorbed by the jade token, and now he is no different from an ordinary person.

In this case, it could only be that he had been infected by evil spirits and he was just an ordinary mortal.

Yue Zihuan immediately shook his head, and then a sinister look flashed across his brows, and he looked at Yue Ran sideways:

"If you talk about strangeness, the strangest person around me is her!"

Yue Ran pursed her lips and said nothing. She glanced at Yue Zihuan coldly. It was as if there was a sharp sword piercing out of her eyes, forcing Yue Zihuan to turn his head away.

Xiao Ce came to Yue Ran and said politely:

"Please open your palms, young lady."

Yue Ran raised her left hand and turned her palm upwards towards Xiao Ce.

The jade token was placed in Yue Ran's palm. Xiao Ce looked quietly at the fair palm with many calluses.

This woman's palms did not turn red or get hot. They were different from those of ordinary women, but there was no demonic aura around her.

Xiao Ce took the jade token, nodded politely to Yue Ran, and walked to the side to test the next person.

Yue Zihuan looked at Xiao Ce's back with some regret.

How great it would be if Yue Ran was that demon fetus.

The next moment, Yue Ran grabbed the collar of his clothes fiercely, strangled his neck and dragged him into the corner.

"What are you going to do?"

"Let go! How dare you commit murder in broad daylight in front of everyone?"

Yue Zihuan almost couldn't breathe, but he couldn't get rid of Yue Ran's hand no matter what. She was incredibly strong and dragged him to the side, but he couldn't stop at all.

Soon Yue Ran dragged Yue Zihuan to a corner of the Dali Temple, and then slapped him loudly in the face.

Everyone looked at her in surprise as she slapped Yue Zihuan in the face again and again as if no one was around, and each slap was loud and clear.

Yue Zihuan had nowhere to hide and wanted to cover his face with his hands, but Yue Ran dislocated both of his arms, so he could only let his hands hang down and let Yue Ran slap him.

Xiao Ce almost forgot to give the test to people. He tilted his head, his eyes fell deeply on Yue Ran, his pupils constricted.

This was the first time in all the time he had been practicing in the Divine Lord Sect that he had seen a woman with such a fiery temper.

In front of him, Murong Hui coughed lightly and reminded:

"Master? Please look over here."

Xiao Ce came back to his senses and saw that the man's palm was as white as jade, so he took the jade token and placed it in Murong Jian's palm.

Duan Qingkong watched from afar as Yue Ran beat up Yue Zihuan, his brows furrowed even tighter.

He turned his head away without watching, suppressing his dissatisfaction in his heart.

The daughter born to Lu Qingyue did not inherit any of her good qualities except for her face. She was spoiled and tyrannical, and the more you looked at her, the more disgusting she became.

"Please have some tea, Immortal."

A soft and pleasant voice sounded beside me.

Duan Qingkong came to his senses and saw a beautiful girl with gentle eyebrows and eyes standing in front of him.

The girl was wearing a plain robe, which was originally a man's attire, but it looked different on her.

The robe is wide yet smooth, without complicated patterns, only outlined with elegant lines, just like a clear spring in the mountains, flowing naturally, giving people a sense of being cleansed.

Her black hair was also combed into a men's bun, which added a bit of unruly and free-spiritedness.

This hairstyle not only did not reduce her feminine beauty, but instead brought out her cold yet gentle temperament. She was calm and self-restrained. She did not compete with the spring flowers, but was fragrant alone when the frost fell.

She walked lightly, without any extra decorations, only a simple silk ribbon tied around her waist, which swayed slightly with her movements.

The girl's eyes were clear, and she looked at him with appropriate reverence, but without a trace of flattery.

Her every move revealed an otherworldly air, the fragrance of books and a sense of indifference to worldly affairs.

Duan Qingkong was stunned for a moment.

Qingyue...?

In a trance, he seemed to see again the beautiful woman who went out with him to carry out the mission of the sect twenty years ago.

The former Lu Qingyue seemed to be alive again.