Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort-Chapter 326: Whose Handsome Young Lord (1)

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Chapter 326: Chapter 326: Whose Handsome Young Lord (1)

Luodu, a low-profile yet luxurious carriage, slowly exited the city gates.

The carriage seemed to be made from precious deep-sea sunken wood, with a deep hue and intoxicating luster, emitting a faint exotic fragrance upon closer inspection.

On the columns and window lattices, exquisite totems were carved, with various fantastical flowers and grasses competing for brilliance, lifelike.

The curtain and door drape were woven from black silkworm silk, blocking external peering and shielding against harsh cold and heat, isolating the carriage into another world.

The four black horses pulling the carriage were just ordinary steeds, except they looked somewhat majestic.

However, the twenty guards surrounding the carriage rode on dark Spiritual Flame Horses, dressed in black robes and tight outfits. Each person’s face was youthful and stern, exuding a steadiness and decisiveness beyond their years.

From inside the carriage, a ’warbling’ laughter could be heard.

That charming voice broke the seriousness and dullness of the entourage.

Within the carriage, soft jade warmth and various luxurious arrangements filled the entire space. Hidden compartments held a variety of fine wines and gourmet foods, all readily available.

On the hollow incense burner, smoke curled elegantly.

The fragrance was not overwhelming, but rather, very elegant with a refreshing effect.

On the soft cushion, a red-clad, alluring figure lay reclined, its undulating curves indistinct, hinting at a mysterious allure.

On the stunningly delicate face, indistinguishably male or female, the fair skin seemed fragile enough to break from a mere breath, while a purple stud earring on the left earlobe emitted a seductive luster, complementing her face to look dreamlike, wickedly charming and unruly.

The ink-like silk hair was tied high with a plume crown, showcasing her heroic spirit.

Having shed the battle armor, Mu Qingge’s loose red attire seemed to revert her to that idle playboy who knew nothing but amusement.

Her head rested on Hua Yue’s lap, letting Hua Yue’s soft boneless hands gently rub her head. Her slightly raised eyes were shut, appearing to be asleep. Yet, the slight arc at the corner of her mouth seemed to suggest she was not entirely asleep.

"You He, don’t you think our young lord is becoming more and more charming?" Hua Yue lowered her eyes with a gentle laugh, her hands continuously moving, teasing with her coquettish little mouth.

You He, who was carefully preparing snacks for Mu Qingge, smiled softly, "Isn’t it that Hua Yue has become smitten?"

Hua Yue playfully scolded, "I am truly smitten. If the young lord is willing to marry, I will be willing to wed."

"Pff! What a shameless little miss." You He couldn’t help but cover her mouth and chuckle.

Hua Yue wasn’t embarrassed either, laughing with a ’giggling’ sound.

The two girls laughed until their waists trembled, but Mu Qingge slowly opened a slit in her eyes and glanced at them. Playfully, she said, "Why not have both of you marry me instead?"

"Ah! The young lord is awake."

"Young lord."

As Mu Qingge spoke, the two girls immediately approached her, surrounding her on both sides.

Their eyes, as tender as waves, were fixed on her.

Mu Qingge propped herself up with one hand, flipped her other hand, and You He immediately handed her a cup of warm tea. After sipping it lightly, she looked at the two girls with an amused expression and said, "Have you two girls got your hearts fluttering? Do you want me, Lord, to find two ideal husbands for you?"

"No! Young lord, we sisters have decided to follow you for the rest of our lives." Hua Yue quickly said.

You He nodded seriously.

Men and the like, they had never thought about.

Their expressions didn’t seem fake, and Mu Qingge didn’t say much more.

At this moment, the two girls had not yet met their beloved, and speaking more was in vain. Rather than wasting words now, it would be better to plan when fate arrived in the future.