Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort-Chapter 89: Heavenly Level Martial Arts (Part 1)

Under the night sky, Mu Qingge only felt weightless for a moment before she fell into a warm embrace, with the wind outside completely blocked.

When she looked around, she found herself sitting inside a huge carriage, being held by that enchanting, white-clad mister.

Being held by someone who’s lived for over a thousand years gave Mu Qingge goosebumps.

Without hesitation, she pulled away from the man’s arms, crawled out of the warm embrace, and squeezed into the corner of the carriage.

Giving the smiling man a glare, she began to examine the layout inside the carriage.

This carriage was quite large indeed.

She estimated in her heart, it’s nearly a hundred square meters. Far larger than it appeared from the outside. Inside the carriage, everything was present. It was completely this man’s chamber.

Except—

Mu Qingge frowned in confusion.

Every time she saw this old monster, he was always dressed in pure white. She originally thought he favored pure white. But unexpectedly, all the furnishings in this carriage were pure black.

Black cushions, bed, curtains, even the incense burner, tables, and chairs were all black. Endless black, seeming to swallow the stunning red on her.

He sat barefoot on the bed, becoming the only bright color in this space.

Yet the preciousness of the carriage’s furnishings had no impact on Mu Qingge, who lacked the sense of values. Unless someone explicitly told her that any inconspicuous item from here could easily buy an entire city outside, she would then flippantly say, "A wealthy dealer, could you be my friend!"

"Little Ge’er..."

Si Mo just opened his mouth when he saw Mu Qingge raise her hand, gesturing him to stop talking. He amusingly closed his mouth again, curious about what this little girl wanted to do.

Retracting her examining gaze, Mu Qingge said coldly, "What are you trying to play at this time?"

"Play?" Si Mo raised an eyebrow, seemingly puzzled, with amusement in his eyes.

Mu Qingge sneered, "Although I’m not familiar with you, you don’t seem like the kind of boring person who would attend palace banquets to receive worship."

"Little Ge’er truly understands me." Si Mo joyfully laughed. That laughter, like rich and mellow fine wine, resonated inside the carriage, seemingly drenching every item inside with a layer of drunkenness.

Understand you? Yeah, right!

Mu Qingge inwardly despised this self-indulgent guy, striving to maintain the distance between them.

The vigilance beneath her alluring red clothes displeased Si Mo slightly.

However, he didn’t say much, simply replying to Mu Qingge’s question, "I just wanted to see you one more time." And to see what she’s like in front of others too.

"Disgusting." Mu Qingge shook her arms, trying to rid herself of the goosebumps, and said speechlessly, "Please, as an old monster who doesn’t know how many years he’s lived, spare me the creepy words." Truly taking cheesiness as fun.

"Old monster?" Si Mo savored the ’nickname’ Mu Qingge had given him, smiling, and readily accepted it.

If Gu Ya and Gu Ye witnessed this scene, they’d probably find their painstakingly collected worldview crumbling again.

"What’s with this carriage and the Gale Dragon Leopard?" Suddenly, Mu Qingge asked curiously. Her clear eyes were filled with strong curiosity.

A real dark carriage that could transform into a puff of blue smoke. Clearly all were Gale Dragon Leopards, yet capable of devouring their kind?

Mu Qingge increasingly felt that living long made the old monster truly extraordinary!

Si Mo smiled and said, "While illusionary artifacts are rare and precious, they’re not yours alone."