He Lan Tianxia

Meanwhile, at Anqiao Temple, the entire temple was holding a grand banquet to celebrate the safe return of Prince Murong and his consort. Luo Xie, that guy, somehow managed to get a bunch of cypress leaves and pomelo leaves, saying he would use them to remove bad luck from the two of them. The thick smoke made the temple smell terrible, and in the end, Hong Xiuying threw them out.

Everyone bombarded the two with questions about their experiences in the Xuanmo Cave over the past six months, but Murong Junlan only gave a brief answer. Yan'er also felt there was nothing much to say. Since their host didn't want to talk about it, everyone could only raise their glasses to welcome them and wash away the dust of their journey.

After several rounds of drinks, the moon was high in the sky, and everyone was ready to leave. Just as Prince Murong got up from his seat to take Yan'er's hand and return to his room, a martial monk guard from Anqiao Temple rushed in, looking flustered.

"Your Highness, something terrible has happened! A bald octopus has appeared outside, carrying many fireballs, and is demanding to see you."

"I'll go out and take a look." In fact, Murong Junlan had already sensed that something was wrong outside, but since no one came to report, he could only wait patiently.

At this moment, Hong Xiuying also ran in. Her hair was obviously a little messy, probably because the prince had just returned. She would hold him off for as long as she could, as it seemed they couldn't defeat the octopus. He had originally intended to send his beloved concubine back to her room before coming out to deal with the situation, since she had been traveling for half a year. Looking at her slightly weathered face, he felt sorry for her.

Furthermore, Murong Junlan admitted that he was not a magnanimous person. Since the Pavilion Master had let him come back, he hadn't even warmed his seat yet, so why did he send an octopus to chase after him again? Did he regret it so soon?

Murong Junlan was displeased, but he looked indulgently at Yan'er, whose eyes were fixed on the temple gate. Murong Junlan's jealousy flared immediately; he reached out and forcefully turned Yan'er's head back, his jealousy raging:

"Look at me." Yan'er looked at Prince Murong, who was as still as an autumn pond, with a blank expression. Before she could speak, Murong Junlan said with a slight movement of his thin lips, "My dear consort, you are tired. Go back to your room to wash up first. I will go and see what's going on."

"Jiang He, escort the Princess back to her room," Prince Murong said, leaving no room for argument.

Yan'er had no choice but to turn back every few steps and walk towards the side room very reluctantly. Seeing this, Murong Junlan patted Luo Xie's shoulder and whispered, "You and Jiang He protect the Princess."

Luo Xie readily accepted the order and followed along; he was more than happy to do it. Murong Junlan originally wanted to send Ling Yi, but considering that Ling Yi couldn't turn back into a human now, and that Ling Yi might not be able to stop Yan'er if she forced her way out, he changed his mind and sent Luo Xie instead.

Ha, this isn't protection, it's house arrest. Anyway, the prince is scared. That pavilion master is someone you have to be wary of, and he's quite close to his beloved concubine. He says he's her brother-in-law, but do you think he doesn't know what he's thinking? Who knows if the pavilion master might suddenly decide to kidnap someone?

Human hearts are always hard to fathom, especially a man's heart, which is like a needle at the bottom of the sea. This is even more true for a man like the Pavilion Master, who has lived for an unknown amount of time.

Murong Junlan strode towards the temple gate, his heart pounding with worry. The moon was already high in the sky. Murong Junlan, slightly tipsy, looked at the octopus walking ahead and frowned.

He couldn't see the bald man's expression, but judging from his reckless attitude, Murong Junlan could feel the octopus's rage. Murong Junlan quickly glanced at the dark opposite side; there was only the octopus and the fireball guard, but no sign of the sect leader.

Huh? Really didn't come? Murong Junlan didn't believe that the Pavilion Master hadn't come. He guessed that the Pavilion Master might be using a feint or a strategy of feigning weakness to lure him in. He felt that he seemed to know very little about the Pavilion Master, or even not understand him at all. Thinking about this, his palms became slightly sweaty.

When the bald octopus saw Murong Junlan, its eight tentacles immediately stood up, and then it raised its bald head. The fireball guards immediately stood at attention, and without saying a word, they rushed over with overwhelming force.

Before Murong Junlan could make a move, Hong Xiuying led the monks to charge forward, and the two sides fought fiercely for a while.

Caught off guard, Murong Junlan darted to the octopus's bald head. With a flick of his leash, he firmly entangled the large head. Of course, he only used 70% of his strength, as he only wanted to figure out what their purpose was.

The octopus was not convinced. Even though its head was controlled, its eight tentacles were just as useful. The octopus retracted its eight tentacles and grabbed at Murong Junlan fiercely. In the instant of exertion, it did not forget to spray a jet of ink into Murong Junlan's face.