MTL - Do You Know How to Capture a Villain?-Chapter 101 101%

Although Ji Qingzhuo didn't want Meng Yaolan to enter Candle Palace, he could only nod his head.

She is from the same family as Meng Yaolan, so she can't be so indifferent to her. This is one of the reasons why Ji Qingzhuo doesn't like to interact with people. She doesn't like to be with someone, but she doesn't want to, but now she has to do it because of certain social relationships. Do not hide this escape emotion.

Meng Yaolan stepped forward and said to Ji Qingzhuo, "I'll go in with you. After so many years, this is the first time I've seen a candle moth that hasn't traded with humans. I want to see it."

This is also what Meng Yaolan is most curious about. She has an intuition that the Emperor Liang has been bewitched by the candle moth, but she can't find evidence for the time being.

Of course, when Meng Yaolan approached Ji Qingzhuo, a figure suddenly appeared from outside the palace wall not far away, it was Lanli.

Lanli heard that the monks received by their Lan family had arrived in the palace, so she wanted to visit and get acquainted with him, but she never thought that when she came near Meng Yaolan, she saw Ji Qingzhuo "talking" happily with her.

Looking at Meng Yaolan's figure leaning towards Ji Qingzhuo, she couldn't help but stamped her feet on the spot, and complained to the female officer who followed her: "What's wrong with Ning Xian, the female officer likes her even The female cultivators hosted by our Lan family are also willing to look for her."

Lan Li wanted to get acquainted with Meng Yaolan very much, after all, she was the eldest lady of the Xiuxian family, but she never thought that the other party would be more interested in the "Ning Xian" in front of her.

The female officer standing beside her raised her eyebrows and lowered her eyes. She really wanted to say that sometimes silence is the greatest virtue.

No one paid any attention to her, and Lan Li left angrily again, leaving behind Ji Qingzhuo who stood beside Meng Yaolan at a loss.

"Let's go." Meng Yaolan said softly to Ji Qingzhuo.

Ji Qingzhuo had a token to go to the Candle Palace, she walked forward, and the gate of the Candle Palace opened, and the palace maid standing behind the vermilion gate lowered her head, her eyebrows lowered pleasing to the eye.

She walked into Candle Palace, and Meng Yaolan followed behind her.

At this time, the candle moth staying in the main hall of the Candle Palace sensed Meng Yaolan's undisguised monk's aura, and a gust of wind blew up from the hall, and rushed towards Meng Yaolan, even enveloping Ji Qingzhuo in it. In the blowing wind, the polarized light flickered faintly with scales, this attack was poisonous.

Meng Yaolan used the Wind Control Technique to retreat, but she didn't seem to have any intention of saving Ji Qingzhuo - she is a monk, if she uses spells, she will naturally be able to protect herself.

But Ji Qingzhuo just didn't want to reveal her status as a monk, so she covered her sleeves and stood in front of her body. The outer clothes she wore were common clothes of ordinary people, but the innermost layer of clothes were monk's clothes, which could hinder her The utility of a certain attack.

And she could also see that the amount of poisonous scale powder mixed in the wind that the candle moth rolled towards her was very small, and it only served as a deterrent, and could not really hurt her.

Seeing that Ji Qingzhuo didn't hide and wanted to keep her disguised identity, Meng Yaolan could only sigh softly, and another ray of light flashed under her palm, easily dispelling the wind of scales and powder that hit her face.

This move was so simple and neat that even the palace people who were following them were stunned, and they looked at Meng Yaolan with admiration.

——Even though they are used to the existence of the candle moth, they secretly still loathe this demon. Now that Meng Yaolan is here, such a powerful monk will definitely be able to dampen the candle moth's arrogance.

Ji Qingzhuo shielded herself with her sleeves, and she didn't put her hands down until Meng Yaolan helped her repel the candle moth's attack.

The relationship she established with Candle Moth with great difficulty will soon be broken because of Meng Yaolan's move. Now Meng Yaolan obviously wants to include her in her camp, so that Candle Moth will no longer trust her. If she wants to know her Dealing with Emperor Liang was even more difficult.

Ji Qingzhuo stepped back a little, and stood next to Meng Yaolan, and she clenched the small heater that she had tucked into her sleeves tightly.

"Miss Ning, be careful, this demon doesn't hurt people without blinking an eye." Meng Yaolan said softly.

She didn't observe as carefully as Ji Qingzhuo, so she didn't see that the candle moth didn't want to hurt Ji Qingzhuo.

Meng Yaolan is not from Liang Guo, so Zhu Mo will naturally not show mercy to her.

Ji Qingzhuo nodded, and Meng Yaolan continued to walk towards the main hall of the Candle Palace. She had an innate self-confidence, as if no one could stop her from doing what she wanted to do.

However, Ji Qingzhuo plucked up his courage and grabbed Meng Yaolan's sleeve when she was about to enter Candle Palace.

She shook her head silently at Meng Yaolan.

"Miss Ning, what's the matter?" Meng Yaolan was still cooperating with her, without revealing her identity.

Ji Qingzhuo gestured in sign language and told Meng Yaolan that she was not from Liang Guo, so the candle moth might hurt her, and the candle moth was very powerful, and she was afraid that she would go in and arouse the anger of the candle moth and be hurt by the candle moth.

Indeed, Meng Yaolan's current cultivation base is only a golden core, and she seems to have no chance of winning against the candle moth in the Nascent Soul stage.

But who is Meng Yaolan? She just pulled off Ji Qingzhuo's hand holding her sleeve, and said softly to her: "Miss Ning, I'm a monk, nothing will happen."

Ji Qingzhuo will not let her enter the main hall, after all, it is impossible for her not to see the mystery on the relief wall.

So, Ji Qingzhuo raised his head and looked at Meng Yaolan. At this moment, Meng Yaolan suddenly felt a little dazed.

Meng Yaolan's desire to enter the main hall of Candle Palace faded... She took two steps back, frowning slightly, not understanding why she wanted to retreat.

Ji Qingzhuo still didn't dare to use the ability given to her by the system too much, so she only slightly controlled it.

Meng Yaolan was still Meng Yaolan, she had a firm heart, so she didn't completely follow Ji Qingzhuo's wishes.

At this moment, Meng Yaolan grabbed her wrist, and suddenly said, "Miss Ning is so shy, she dare not look at people?"

Ji Qingzhuo nodded and admitted that she did not dare to look at others because she was afraid of other people's eyes.

"You're right, the candle moth is too dangerous, I'd better not go in and see her." Meng Yaolan nodded to her, Ji Qingzhuo's soul control technique to control others is the effect of moistening things silently, she just felt a little strange , did not find that it was Ji Qingzhuo who used the soul control technique on her.

She actually said goodbye to Ji Qingzhuo and left Candle Palace.

Ji Qingzhuo stood still, watching Meng Yaolan's red figure disappearing outside the Candle Palace, his knuckles holding the stove in his sleeves turned white.

Scary, so scary... This ability, even Meng Yaolan can affect it...

Even though she had a reason to do it, she raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, resisting the ability to do it, it was so evil.

After Meng Yaolan left, Ji Qingzhuo stepped into the main hall. Seeing her coming, the candle moth flew down from the beam and threw herself in front of her to scare her.

"Are you with that monk?" Candle Moth's shrill voice sounded.

Ji Qingzhuo and Meng Yaolan have different purposes. Meng Yaolan wants to kill Zhumo, and she wants to save Zhumo's consciousness, so she shook her head, expressing that she and Meng Yaolan are not in the same league.

"She saved you, you are concerned about her life and death, and advised her not to enter the palace to die." Zhu Mo's cold fingers brushed across Ji Qingzhuo's cheeks, "You humans are all in the same group, I am ready , as long as she dares to enter this hall, I will send her to Huangquan Road."

Ji Qingzhuo was not afraid of her threatening touch. She turned her head and saw that the palace people who accompanied her into the Candle Palace had all retreated, and could neither see nor hear any movement in the palace.

So she took the courage and started to act according to her own plan.

"I'm preventing her from entering the main hall." Ji Qingzhuo spoke suddenly, her voice was exactly the same as that of the Lantern Festival night, soft and soft, but when she got serious, her tone would be flexible and firm.

"Aren't you dumb?" Zhu Mo's hand suddenly moved down, pinching Ji Qingzhuo's neck, gradually tightening.

Ji Qingzhuo's body was weak, and soon she pinched a few red marks on his neck, and even his originally fair cheeks turned red.

Seeing Ji Qingzhuo's reaction, Zhu Mo actually withdrew her hand—if she was a monk, it would be impossible for her to be so weak, and she had an agreement with Emperor Liang that she would not harm the people of Liang.

Ji Qingzhuo has the ability to resist the candle moth, but she let the candle moth pinch her neck, just to prove one thing - to prove that what the female officer said to her "the candle moth will not harm the people of Liang" is true .

After the candle moth let go, Ji Qingzhuo covered his neck and coughed several times, the suffocated red on his face faded, and his complexion became pale.

"The monk who came with her at the Lantern Festival, you should know his strength?" Ji Qingzhuo was referring to Meng Lian who was with Meng Yaolan, that old man was too powerful.

"She's not a fool. Since she dared to come in, she has the ability to retreat completely." Ji Qingzhuo felt that he couldn't stand because of lack of oxygen for a long time, so he sat on a chair beside him, panting lightly .

The candle moth also clung to her tightly, pounced over, and pressed directly in front of her. The tentacles on her forehead touched Ji Qingzhuo's forehead, and her round bun also moved.

"Who are you?" Candle Moth recognized Ji Qingzhuo as the owner of the voice who directed her to open the relief wall that night.

"I...I don't want you to die." Ji Qingzhuo answered irrelevantly, and she would not reveal her status as a monk until she gained the trust of Candle Moth.

"Can she... kill me?" Zhu Mo asked Ji Qingzhuo, tilting her head.

"Of course she can." Ji Qingzhuo took the cup from the table and poured a big mouthful of water down his throat.

She came to persuade Candle Moth and gain her trust. It was her first time doing such a thing, so she was very nervous.

"Now she didn't touch you because the emperor claimed that he had no deal with you, and out of respect for the emperor, they didn't directly kill you." Ji Qingzhuo didn't talk nonsense, and directly told Zhumo the simplest truth.

"Behind the bas-relief wall in your palace is the formation that was used to trade with the emperor. If she enters, she will notice that the relief wall is wrong and discover the formation. Not only will you die, but the emperor will also die." Ji Qingzhuo of course Knowing that Xuanyunzong hated evil spirits deeply, and they would settle everything related to evil spirits, the emperor of Liang Guo who sold his soul to Zhu Moth was naturally within the scope of their trial.

"You..." Candlemoth's round hair is turned up, revealing countless pairs of compound eyes. She has the pride of being a demon, "The relief wall is made of special metal pouring, which can isolate all spiritual energy. Do you think they are capable? Can you unlock the mechanism of the relief wall by relying on magic?"

"Candle moth." Ji Qingzhuo doesn't like people who don't know themselves, and so do demons.

She turned her head and looked at the eye on Candle Moth's cheek: "I can untie it, don't you think they can't do it?"

The author has something to say:

Others try to gain trust: deviousness, deceit, rhetoric.

Zhuozhuo trying to gain trust: self-explosive truck (bushi)