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nChapter 41 – Borrowing a Corpse for Soul 01

nAfter a long while, perhaps because Helian Yi found a way to detoxify the poison, he raised his head fiercely, but coincidentally bumped into Mo Youyou’s lips.

nMo Youyou was so shocked that he immediately covered his mouth and glared at the man in front of him.

nHe opened his mouth and said, “There really is a way to cure the poison!”

nHearing that, Mo Youyou became anxious, and reached out to grab the bamboo slip in Helian Yi’s hand.

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nWhat made her curious was that she was actually able to grab that bamboo slip. Since he could catch it, he had to take it away!

nHelian Yi felt the bamboo block in his hand suddenly become heavier, he curiously looked at it, but why is it getting heavier? It was as if someone were fighting over the bamboo slip with both hands.

nHis cold eyes stared straight ahead, his slender fingers tightly gripping the bamboo block without moving.

nMo Youyou struggled with all his strength, but in the end, the bamboo block was still lying quietly in Helian Yi’s hand.

nDid he want her to bite him? Mo Youyou stared at the white and flawless finger, and said softly: Why don’t you try?

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nWith that in mind, he fiercely bit towards Helian Yi’s hand!

nHelian Yi’s hands suddenly released a wave of pain, he stared in disbelief at the two rows of teeth marks that were slowly leaking blood, he threw the bamboo scroll down to his feet and coldly berated.

n“Who is playing tricks on us here!”

nMo Youyou covered his mouth and snickered, he sneaked to the side of the desk and sat down on Helian Yi’s seat, she stared at the alert Helian Yi, watched as he bent over to retrieve the bamboo scroll, then walked towards the desk.

nSeeing that, Mo Youyou hastily stood up to give Helian Yi a seat. He accidentally knocked over the oil lamp on the table.

nSuddenly, flames lit up everywhere, Mo Youyou’s face was burning hot, he felt that his entire body had been affected and could not move at all.

nShe shouted, “Save me, Royal Uncle!”

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nHelian Yi glanced at the window, seeing that the door was closed and the study was not ventilated, he was a distance away from the desk, why would the oil lamp suddenly fall? And just now, he clearly felt that someone was fighting with him for the bamboo block, and had even bitten his hand! To think of a possibility, could it be a hidden expert in the Southern Wasteland’s extreme regions? Thinking about that, Helian Yi’s eyes flashed with killing intent.

nHe gathered his Qi and quickly pulled down all the curtains. The study room was suddenly covered in darkness, except for the crackling fire on the desk.

nThe people here were born with invisibility. In order to survive, they chose to use their own superior conditions to become assassins, because only when the reward for the killers is the most generous, where they earn a lot of money, would they live happily and comfortably. As long as they dealt in business, they never failed.

nUpon hearing that Helian Honglie had personally annihilated the entire Southern Wasteland, that day, a huge fire suddenly descended from the skies above Southern Wasteland, burning the fire for three days and three nights straight. From then on, there were no longer any Southern Wasteland in the world, and no one brought up Southern Wasteland anymore.

nHelian Yi was three meters away from the desk. He coldly looked at the illusory image that was struggling and distorting within the fire, and his cold voice was like a ten thousand year old glacier.

n“Southern Wasteland’s Invisibility Spell! You are from the Southern Wasteland? ”

nMo Youyou was in so much pain that he wanted to die. Hearing Helian Yi’s words, he couldn’t help but shake his head.

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nSeeing the shadow, Helian Yi shook his head, he raised his eyes and looked at her with sharp eyes.

n“If you don’t answer honestly, I will burn you into ashes right now!”

nMo Youyou was shocked when he heard it, but when he felt the killing intent from Helian Yi’s body become stronger, she was actually so anxious that her tears started to fall.

nThis man couldn’t hear her at all. How was she going to make him find out? Suddenly, Mo Youyou’s eyes lit up, he endured the pain all over his body, slowly extended his hand and picked up the ink pen on the table, which had not been burnt out yet, little by little, and wrote his name on the bamboo scroll. Mo Youyou.

nShe threw out the last bit of her remaining strength, while she slowly closed her eyes and fell beside Helian Yi’s seat.

nWhen Helian Yi saw the name on the bamboo scroll and thought of the voice he had just heard, his heart suddenly shook and he quickly extinguished the fire in front of the table.

nInside the study room, it was instantly pitch-black. Mo Youyou had been roasted in the flames for a long time, and finally felt a trace of coldness.

nShe slowly opened her eyes, laid down on the chair weakly, and raised her head to look at Helian Yi who was standing in front of the desk.

nSeeing that he was staring at the seat with his deep eyes, she picked up the ink pen with trembling fingers and wrote on the ground with great difficulty:

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n“Royal Uncle, save me!”

nHelian Yi looked at the ink pen under the chair jumping non-stop, until the four soft words fell into his eyes.

nHe asked in a deep voice:

n“You are from the Southern Wasteland?”

nMo Youyou continued writing, “No! Assassinate Xiao Lin! ”

nSeeing that, Helian Yi’s heart sank, and asked anxiously: “How do you want I to save you?”

n“Bring Mo Youyou over.”

nSeeing that Helian Yi was not moved, Mo Youyou wrote: “Royal Uncle, I can’t hold on anymore.”

nWhen he finished writing, he did not see Helian Yi. The ink pen slipped out of Mo Youyou’s hand. Right now, she only hoped that Helian Yi would bring Mo Residence’s Ninth Miss back as soon as possible. Otherwise, she really would have to go see the Lord of the Underworld.

nThis was truly a bad feeling, truly a very bad feeling.

nAfter a moment of effort, Helian Yi brought Mo Residence’s Ninth Miss to the study room.

nWhen he entered the study, he specifically instructed the guards outside to not let anyone disturb him.

nHelian Yi carried Mo Residence’s Ninth Miss and walked to the study table. Looking at the direction of the brush, he asked coldly with a low voice that did not have a trace of warmth:

n“What do we do now?”

nMo Youyou slowly opened his eyes and looked at the woman in Helian Yi’s embrace. He used all his strength to pick up the brush on the ground and wrote:

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n“If she dies, I live. Royal Uncle, Youyou can’t go on anymore … ”

nHelian Yi looked at the words on the ground, then looked at the woman in his embrace. After hesitating for a moment, he opened his mouth and asked: “Why should I believe you? If Mo Youyou died, I would blame it! What exactly is your goal, to use the death of Ninth Miss General Mo’s Residence to frame I? ”

n“Royal Uncle, you were drugged, it was Youyou who pounced on you, saved …”

nThis woman! Helian Yi was sure now that this woman was Mo Youyou! Seeing the last incomplete piece of paper, he suddenly saw the brush drop to the ground with a “Dang”. In his heart, he thought, “Not good.”

nHe did not hesitate to insert a silver needle into the space between Mo Residence’s Ninth Miss’s eyebrows, and then carefully placed her where the ink brush had landed.

n“Mo Youyou, tell I, what should we do next?”

nAt this moment, he was actually afraid of losing her. It had nothing to do with Prince Xiang, nothing to do with responsibility, but rather the indescribable feelings in his heart.

nMo Youyou was still motionless, Helian Yi once again shouted out with his low voice.

n“Mo Youyou!”

nMo Youyou still did not move, Helian Yi had never been so helpless before! He had never imagined that he would encounter such a thing. All this while, he had always been a godlike existence in the Ming You Kingdom, there was nothing in this world that he couldn’t accomplish, but this was the first time he had encountered the things that happened today.

nHe knew she was in front of him, but he was helpless.

nHelian Yi tightly clenched his fists on the ground as he roared: “Dammit!”

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