When we left Heavenly Prison, the sky outside had completely darkened.
The night in Divine Capital always carries a kind of abnormal prosperity. On one side is the darkness and silence in Slums, and on the other side is the brilliant lights on Changle Street.
Fang Mo was walking on the Bluestone Slab road, and the soles of his boots rubbed against the road, making a rustling sound.
Although the cold and bloody aura of Block C, Room Shen prison brought out from the depths of Heavenly Prison on his body has been deliberately restrained by "Blood Scripture", the Sha Qi that keeps strangers away still makes passersby around him instinctively feel chills on their spines and subconsciously move away, forming a small vacuum zone beside him.
"The heartbeat is very noisy."
Fang Mo pressed his chest.
Although the Ancestor's Heart was locked in Prison Suppressor, the desire and rhythm originating from the depths of his blood were still transmitted through the layers of void, making his chest buzz.
Yihong Pavilion.
The tall vermilion building still stands at the end of the street, with bright lights and the sound of Silk and Bamboo.
There was a long queue of carriages and horses at the door, and those dignitaries who were usually sanctimonious were eagerly getting into Gentle Township to find a moment of happiness and decadence.
Fang Mo stood on the street corner and was not in a hurry to go in.
He raised his head and looked through the red lanterns to the top floor.
Less than three breaths passed.
Yihong Pavilion On the top floor, the originally closed carved window was pushed open.
A beautiful figure wearing Purple Gauze Dress appeared at the window, and the night wind ruffled her long hair. Although it was far away and the night was hazy, Fang Mo could still feel that gaze locked on her.
There was anxiety, desire, and even a trace of awe that was difficult to detect in his eyes.
"Sure enough, he is a dog, his nose is True Spirit."
Fang Mo grinned, showing his white teeth, stretched out his hand to make a killing gesture on his neck, and then walked towards the door with a swagger.
"Master Fang! You are here! Miss Nu'er has given instructions. As soon as you come, go straight to Top Floor, and no one is allowed to stop you!"
The turtle man at the door had obviously received the order a long time ago. When he saw Fang Mo's outfit, he immediately came over with a smile on his face.
Fang Mo casually took out a broken piece of silver, without looking at it, and threw it directly into the turtle man's arms without stopping.
"Sensible."
Walking through the lobby, ignoring the flirtatious glances of the warblers and the jealous glances of the benefactors, Fang Mo stepped on the precious Rosewood stairs and climbed up step by step.
The sound of boots on the wooden board was dull and powerful, and with each floor, the feeling of being spied on became stronger.
Until he stood at the door of Heavenly Chamber.
The door is open.
There were no lights in the house, only the cold moonlight shone through the window lattice and shone on the ground, reflecting a frosty whiteness.
Nian Nu'er stood in front of the window with his back to the door. The purple gauze dress looked particularly thin in the moonlight.
Hearing the footsteps, she turned around abruptly. Her peach blossom eyes, which were always full of affection, were now filled with an almost beast-like hunger.
"You got it?"
Her voice was still sweet, but it contained an uncontrollable tremor.
It's not fear, but the kind of madness that addicts feel when they see the best tobacco.
Fang Mo closed the door with his backhand and locked the bolt, cutting off the noise outside.
"Got it."
He walked to the table, poured a cup of already cold tea, and drank it in one gulp.
"Where are the things?" Nian Nu'er took a step forward, and the intoxicating fragrance instantly hit his face.
"What's the rush?"
Fang Mo sat on Grand Tutor Chair, crossed his legs, and looked at the somewhat rude woman in front of him playfully.
He turned his palm over, and in his palm, the shadow of his heart wrapped in red light flashed away.
Although it was only for a moment, the extremely pure Progenitor Aura shocked Nian Nu'er all over. His legs became weak and he fell directly to the ground.
"My chips have been shown." Fang Mo leaned down and looked at the beauty on the ground, "Miss Nu'er, isn't it time to show your chips too?"
This feeling of being completely manipulated made Nian Nu'er extremely ashamed and angry.
"You're going too far!"
She gritted her teeth tightly, and her beautiful face was full of unwillingness, "I've been a whore for free for so long, and you won't even give me this little sweetness!"
"Sweetness?" Fang Mo sneered, "If I give this to you, I'm afraid I'll become a mummy under your skirt the next day, right?"
He turned his palm again and his heart completely disappeared.
Induction is cut off.
Nian Nu'er felt a pain in his heart, which came from the emptiness at the soul level.
She stared at Fang Mo, her chest heaving violently, and the anger in her eyes seemed to burn the man in front of her to death.
But soon, the anger was extinguished.
Instead, there was an extremely cunning smile.
"The official is so cruel." Nian Nu'er got up from the ground, patted the non-existent dust on the gauze clothes, and then like a lazy Persian cat, naturally sat in Fang Mo's arms.
She stretched out her arms and hugged Fang Mo's neck, pressing her warm body tightly against Fang Mo's chest.
"Since the official doesn't like this kind of direct transaction, let's talk about something else." Nian Nu'er leaned into Fang Mo's ear and exhaled like a blue, "Although the official has good Qi and blood, and I don't know where he learned this domineering method, he still knows a little about the real path of cultivation, right?"
Fang Mo raised his eyebrows but did not push her away.
"Go on."
"Does the official know, Twelve Divine Kings?"
Fang Mo's heart moved.
He has indeed seen this word in Prison Suppressor and Scripture Pavilion.
When I opened the Viscera Temple before, what came to me was [Mirror Pupil Lost Reflection God King].
But regarding the other God King, there are only vague records in the fragment.
Nian Nu'er observed Fang Mo's expression and saw that he was indeed interested, and the smile at the corner of his mouth became even stronger.
"It is said that in ancient times, immortals and gods were cut off, the world was in a bad time, and Demon was in chaos. A powerful Reach Heaven and Earth built Heavenly Prison to suppress thousands of Demon, and with supreme power, he created [Twelve Divine Kings] to suppress the world's martial arts."
Her fingers drew circles on Fang Mo's chest, and her voice became ethereal.
"This Twelve Divine Kings corresponds to the Twelve Key Acupoints and organs of the human body respectively, and controls the most extreme desires and Law in the world."
"Eye God King, named Mirror Pupil Lost Reflection, is in charge of visual authenticity; Ear God King, named Bone Listening Sound Swallowing, is in charge of the silence of ten thousand sounds..."
Nian Nu'er said several names in succession. With each name coming out of his mouth, Fang Mo felt the energy and blood in his body vibrate, as if something was responding.
Speaking of this, Nian Nu'er stopped talking.
She raised her head, her eyes flashing with an extremely dangerous light, stretched out a finger, and pointed lightly at the floor beneath her feet.
"Since the officials have opened Stomach Temple, they should know that the most difficult thing about this Welcoming Gods into the Viscera is to find the true form and medium of God King."
"If the slave family tells the officials that deep underground in this Yihong Pavilion, the body parts of a God King are suppressed..."
She licked her red lips and looked as if she wanted to swallow Fang Mo in one gulp.
"Sir, this free story is over. How to walk the rest of the way and how to open that door will all be charged."