Transmigrated into the original heroine whose luck was plundered

The white jade palace is pure and flawless.

Shen Qing stepped on the white jade floor and was a little amazed. She didn't know much about jade, but she knew how to look at its texture. The ones with a smooth and flawless texture were the best.

The decorations throughout the palace, without exception, are all translucent and flawless white jade.

Palace lanterns, steps, pillars...

Jade is used everywhere.

The trees on both sides of the road are made of the same material as the jade tree at the entrance of the temple, both are made of jade.

The flowers in the flowerbed are also carved from jade of various colors. Some are in bud or in full bloom. Their various shapes are lifelike, and even the butterflies lying on the flowers are taken care of.

It’s so true!

The palace was very quiet, with no wind and no life. It was so quiet that it was a little scary.

"It's so quiet..." Xiaolu grinned.

"That's right." Shen Qing agreed. They walked through the corridor and entered the hall.

In the center of the hall stands a human-shaped statue, and apart from that, there is nothing else.

It was a statue of a woman, beautiful and solemn. The statue was five meters tall, but it was extremely detailed, with the lines of the woman's clothes and the direction of the muscles on her face not being neglected.

The wind blew in from outside the palace, blowing Shen Qing's long hair. Shen Qing was startled. It was actually... windy?

There was not a breath of wind before.

Shen Qing turned his head and looked out the window. It was getting dark outside, and the sun was replaced by the moon.

The moonlight cast a silver glow, flowing between the windows. Another gust of wind blew, and the moonlight fell on the statue and Shen Qing.

Shen Qing suddenly felt cold.

She felt that she was being watched, and she slowly raised her head to look at the statue's face.

The statue is very tall, and her eyes are looking downward naturally, like a compassionate Bodhisattva watching over all living beings.

But Shen Qing felt a chill down his spine, because this Fairy Yuling was not a merciful Bodhisattva!

She clearly saw the statue's eyes staring at her, with the corners of its mouth raised strangely, but its eyes full of malice.

Shen Qing's heart couldn't help but beat wildly, and even the blood in his body was boiling.

Of course this was not because she was afraid, but because Fairy Yuling did it on purpose!

run!

Shen Qing had only this one thought in his mind: if he stayed any longer he might die!

Shen Qing mobilized all the spiritual power in her body, picked up the dazed Xiaolu, and ran out quickly.

However! The scene in front of her froze in front of her. She had only run a few meters when she returned to her original position, as if she had never moved.

Xiaolu grabbed Shen Qing and said, "Shen Qing, there is a problem here..."

Of course Shen Qing knew it too. She felt her body being turned around artificially, and her head being lifted up, forcing her to look directly at the statue.

The statue's eyes looked at her with interest, as if it were looking at a naughty mouse.

Shen Qing's body moved again. She approached the statue, threw Xiaolu out of her arms, then stretched out her hand and was about to touch the statue's leg.

No! Shen Qing's will struggled to control the restless hand. What on earth was this Yuling Fairy going to do!

Seeing his hand getting closer and closer to the statue, Shen Qing gritted his teeth and twisted his arm to dislocate it.

I had to go all out. Since my right arm was dislocated, I couldn't let my left arm go.

So Shen Qing's two arms dropped down.

She felt the statue shaking, and bits of lime fell down, some floating in the air like mist.

Shen Qing knew that Fairy Yuling was angry because he did not let her succeed.