Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 683 The Three Principles of the Goddess’s Salvation (3)

When Su Li stepped into the bedroom, the moonlight had already climbed up the window lattice.

Song Yuesheng was sitting at the desk reading a storybook, his fingertips twirling a strand of black hair out of boredom.

Hearing footsteps, she raised her eyes and a sly smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Su Li's footsteps paused slightly.

"Why are you here so late?"

"Didn't I tell you during the day? I told you the plan to kill the warden of your Demon Realm Blood Prison Department."

Song Yuesheng deliberately dragged out the tone and his fingertips loosened the strand of hair.

"You don't have to tell me."

Su Li took off his outer robe smoothly as always.

He walked over and made a gesture to drive her away: "Do whatever you want. I won't interfere. Go back and have a rest."

The candlelight cast shadows of varying depths on his angular profile, making his always deep and bottomless eyes appear unusually gentle.

"Then you must quickly find a new warden."

"It will be possible tomorrow." After Su Li finished speaking, he was silent for a moment and reminded, "Zhen Xuan has a close relationship with many old officials. Those old guys are always thinking about making trouble, so Song Yuesheng's death cannot let anyone find anything unusual."

"rest assured."

Song Yuesheng's lips curled slightly, "It's definitely the disgrace that everyone wants."

"but……"

Song Yuesheng deliberately lowered his voice, but his fingertips restlessly hooked on the tassel of the jade pendant on Su Li's waist.

"From what you said, Zhen Xuan is a big trouble. I am helping you get rid of this trouble. Su Li, shouldn't you also contribute a little?"

Su Li's breathing obviously stagnated.

Song Yuesheng keenly caught the little movement of his Adam's apple rolling and laughed in his heart.

This demon lord who was always decisive and murderous in front of outsiders always had many flaws and was not easy to provoke.

I really don't know how those gossips can be so true.

Su Li raised his hand and pressed down her rebellious fingers, the temperature of his palm was surprisingly hot.

"They all know my skills. I can't help you with this matter."

Song Yuesheng blinked: "Don't worry, it's very simple. Just a few words."

Su Li frowned in confusion. Just as he was thinking about what she would ask for, he heard her say, "Su Li, I have bought back the book you burned."

He frowned, and before he could open his mouth, he felt Song Yuesheng's entire palm pressed against his chest.

Through the thin fabric, he could clearly feel the warmth of her palm and his suddenly accelerated heartbeat.

She stood on tiptoe, her red lips almost touching his earlobe, and with her other hand she flipped open the storybook, reciting in a sickly sweet voice: "The Immortal Lord held me under the peach tree, with love in his eyes more lingering than the spring water in March..."

"Song Yuesheng!"

Su Li took a step back suddenly, with a rare panic in his voice.

The black robe drew a sharp arc in the air, and the jade pendants on the waist collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

Seeing Song Yuesheng staggering forward due to inertia, Su Li moved to her side almost instantly and held her waist firmly with his strong arms.

He sighed helplessly, and said in a low voice: "...Shengsheng."

"You will find out if you ask around." His fingertips unconsciously stroked her wrist. "Zhen Xuan has been the warden since my father was in office. How many people has he secretly befriended, and how many of them know Shuang Hua..."

Su Li's voice became lower and lower.

"How can you still have the leisure to kill such a person?"

Song Yuesheng pretended not to hear and gently stroked his jawline with her fingertips.

"You won't be able to see me for many days from now," her voice suddenly became soft, "You really don't want me to stay? I'm not doing anything, I just want to be with you for a while longer."

Su Li closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were clear.

"Do not want to."

"Okay, then you should rest early."

Song Yuesheng withdrew quickly and decisively, and with a wave of his wide sleeves, his figure instantly disappeared in the hall.

She walked so fast, as if the intimacy and tenderness just now were just an illusion.

Su Li stood alone in the empty hall, his eyes fixed on the storybook on the desk.

He reached out and gently stroked the cover, a bitter arc appearing at the corner of his lips.

He would rather Song Yuesheng was heartless rather than being so affectionate and heartless as she is now.

——Be nice to people in every way, but never truly reach their heart.

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The next day.

Song Yuesheng stood in front of the bronze mirror, gently brushing her cheek with her fingertips, and her originally bright eyebrows and eyes gradually became soft.

His eyes were slightly round, his nose was small, and even his lips were a little lighter in color, making him look like a timid musician.

Small shadow.

She whispered the alias, a sneer on her lips.

In the following days, Song Yuesheng was like a spider weaving a carefully crafted web, setting traps in places where Zhen Xun often passed by.

Sometimes she "accidentally" dropped the music sheet from her arms, exposing her slender and fragile neck.

Sometimes he "happened" to hear her playing the piano while leaning against the railing. He would deliberately bring up the music he played that day in the Palace of Eternal Night, and say with red eyes that he was punished for it and now could only live in a remote and damp side courtyard.

Zhen Xuan was quite pretentious at first.

He looks like a good old guy.

But I got from him that he had the habit of collecting.

Another three or five days passed.

A rapid knock on the door broke the silence of the night.

Song Yuesheng had already changed into a thin white nightgown. When she opened the door, she pretended to have just woken up from a dream, and her fingertips as she rubbed her eyes were still trembling slightly.

"Warden?"

Zhen Xun's eyes flashed with a sickening light, but his voice was deliberately gentle: "Miss Xiaoying, I found a long-lost piano score..."

Song Yuesheng opened his eyes wide in pretending to be surprised, but also showed hesitation at the right time.

"Really? It's so late..."

"OK then."

Song Yuesheng picked up the zither and followed Zhen Xun through the palace.

Zhen Xuan's steps became faster and faster, and finally stopped in front of a remote hut in the palace.

She followed him in, and then came to a darkroom-like area under the floor.

But the road inside was bottomless and no one knew where it led to.

Song Yuesheng retracted his gaze and said timidly: "Warden, it doesn't look like there is any music score here. I... I'll leave first. If the steward can't find me tomorrow... I..."

"Why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Zhen Xun cast a spell to lock the stone door, and the gentle mask on his face was completely torn off.

"Don't be impatient, let me admire you first..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Yuesheng's eyes flashed with coldness. He used his sleeves to block the attack and a stream of spiritual power struck directly at the back of his neck.

Zhen Xun's eyes widened in disbelief, and then he fell to the ground with a bang.

Song Yuesheng kicked the unconscious Zhen Xun, took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve, and sprinkled all the incense in it on his face.

After confirming that Zhen Xuan was completely unconscious, Song Yuesheng began to walk along the path inside.

I don’t know how long it took, but finally there was light.

But it was blocked by another stone door.

In addition, there were noises coming from outside one after another, and Song Yuesheng did not dare to act rashly.

Faintly, she heard words like "warden", "demon lord", and "interrogation".

It turns out that the end of the road is the Blood Prison.

A hint of sneer flashed in Song Yuesheng's eyes.

What a convenient escape route.

But, that’s it.