The Allure of the City: His Royal Highness is Too Provocative

Yu Qingqian decided on a direction and quickly walked into the mist, but an hour later she returned to her original position.

After walking like this for a day, I still haven't got out of the mist, my mental power can't be extended to investigate, and even the surrounding plants can't be mobilized as if they are dead.

Yu Qingqian walked back to the boulder with a solemn expression, sat down to think deeply, and accidentally saw something behind the boulder.

She jumped off the boulder and took a closer look, and found that the back of the boulder turned out to be a dismantled plant pattern, and there was a faintly visible text on the side.

"Piece together the scattered plant patterns and draw the original picture before leaving here."

Yu Qingqian was puzzled by the words that appeared and disappeared. The high-level plant pattern appeared on the boulder. Logically speaking, it should be man-made. Could it be that there are strong people living in the center of the island?

Anyway, it's good to go out.

Yu Qingqian calmed down her emotions, and began to study the patterns on the boulder carefully, trying to combine them again and again.

She was very interested in planting patterns, and gradually she no longer studied it because she wanted to go out, but became obsessed with it.

After countless times of dismantling, putting together, and thinking deeply, Yu Qingqian finally drew a complete set of plant patterns after ten days.

At the moment when she stopped writing, Yu Qingqian was about to stand up with a somewhat satisfied smile on her face, when suddenly the planting pattern emitted a dazzling light and completely enveloped Yu Qingqian.

In an instant, the dazzling light disappeared, and the surrounding mist gradually dissipated, and Yu Qingqian, who was squatting behind the boulder, disappeared.

The mist dissipated, and three people appeared in the open space.

The leader was a man wearing a golden fang mask and a black brocade coat, followed by a man in green and a woman in black, both of whom were wearing silver fang masks.

"Master, there is no one here." The woman in the black robe looked around and respectfully said to the leader.

The leading golden-masked man had a transparent ball in his hand, and a strand of red thread flowed in the middle of the ball, and he breathed a sigh of relief instantly.

He walked into the open space and looked around again, the red thread of the transparent ball flickered, and his eyes immediately fell on the big rock.

Approaching the boulder, he found traces of someone scratching behind the boulder, observed it carefully, and there was a bit of complexity and worry in his long and narrow eyes.

"Master, this seems to be a mark someone scratched, but it's very messy, and I don't know what it means?" The woman squatted down and asked suspiciously.

At this time, there are only some traces left by Yu Qingqian's patchwork of planting patterns behind the big stone, and it is very messy, and there is nothing else.

The white and slender fingertips of the golden-masked man lightly stroked those scratches, closed his eyes, and then said to himself: "It's a blessing, not a curse. It's a disaster that can't be avoided. I hope she can grasp this opportunity and live safely."

The man in green and the woman in black looked at each other, apparently not understanding what their master said to himself, but they didn't dare to ask further questions.

Suddenly, bursts of hurricanes blew from a distance, and the space where the hurricanes passed shook from time to time, and even shattered.

The man in Tsing Yi exclaimed: "The repulsion in the center of the island has become stronger."

The golden-masked man stood up and calmly watched the hurricane sweeping towards them, and said calmly, "Let's go."

Immediately, he waved his sleeves, and a transparent green plant surrounded the three of them, and disappeared in place in an instant.

The three of them came to Shuiwu Island and then left without a sound. The elders of the Holy Court, the Emperor's Court, and the principals of several large courtyards did not notice.

If they found the trace of the three of them, they would be shocked, because the masks worn by the three were the symbols of the Demon Temple, especially the golden fang mask, which only the Demon Emperor was eligible to wear.