Chapter 131: Huge Loss
At this moment, Ling Mo knew it was over!
This time, he was really going to be screwed to death by Dugu Bo!
Ling Mo had calculated everything, but he hadn’t calculated that Dugu Bo would scheme against even him just to sell his granddaughter.
How ruthless must one’s heart be?
In the entire Ghost Gate, aside from those Three Thousand Armored Soldiers, there wasn’t a single living person…
The Star Picking Tower overlooked everything, taking in the mountains at a glance! It was situated in the southeast.
A flock of geese flew over from the southeast, and the morning sunlight seemed exceptionally serene…
It continued all the way until two o’clock in the afternoon before it truly ended.
“What the hell is this? I tried to detox and ended up getting myself involved…”
Ling Mo could no longer find words to describe his current mood.
“What are you calling about? I haven’t even complained, so what are you complaining about…”
Dugu Yan said with a flushed face. Thinking back to the crazy behavior just now, she found it amusing.
Speaking of which, she was more open-minded than most people!
She probably already knew what was going on—it must be that dead grandfather of hers scheming against both of them again.
But to be fair, she didn’t dislike Ling Mo as much anymore; instead, the more she looked at him, the more pleasing he seemed.
Moreover, just as Dugu Bo had said, how was Ling Mo inferior to Yu Tianheng in any way?
At present, whether in talent, appearance, or status, he was a hundred times stronger than Yu Tianheng.
For a genius like this, it wasn’t a question of whether Ling Mo was worthy of her, but whether she was worthy of Ling Mo.
From the moment she entered the Ghost Gate, the shock this sect gave Dugu Yan was simply too great.
Just those several hundred experts in the Yanluo Hall were enough to intimidate her, not to mention the six Titled Douluo-level powerhouses in front of the Star Picking Tower.
These were Titled Douluo! Even the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had only one.
Ling Mo’s Ghost Gate actually had six—what kind of concept was that?
If Dugu Yan knew that Ling Mo also had a Limit Douluo-level Ghost Lord, she probably wouldn’t even dare to speak.
“Why are you still clinging to me? I have something to do later…”
Since the deed was done, Ling Mo could only accept his fate—after all, he wasn’t at a loss.
It was just… this feeling was indescribable; Ling Mo felt very humiliated by it.
“No way! You took advantage of sister and now you want to leave?”
Dugu Yan refused to let go.
“I took advantage of you? Clearly, you took advantage of me, okay?”
Ling Mo said angrily.
“What? Want to run? No way…”
No matter how hard Ling Mo tried, Dugu Yan wouldn’t let go.
“Damn it, I’m getting mad…”
“Oh yeah? Come on! I’m scared of you…”
Dugu Yan wasn’t shy like Zhu Zhuqing—this girl, once she let loose, could play even harder than you…
The anger in Ling Mo’s heart was instantly ignited, and he directly activated his Fourth Soul Skill.
In an instant… his body slowly recovered.
Dugu Yan immediately panicked—she had just said it casually, not expecting Ling Mo to take it seriously.
This time, Dugu Yan didn’t even have time to cry for help.
It wasn’t until dusk fell that Ling Mo carried Dugu Yan out from inside.
“Satisfied now?”
Ling Mo carried Dugu Yan straight toward the Yu Lang Xuan over there—that was the palace specially designed for him, right next to the Star Picking Tower.
“Hmph, acting all smug. Wait until sister recovers one day, and I’ll show you what true despair is…”
Heading to Yu Lang Xuan, Ling Mo entered the room and placed her on the bed.
“You stubborn girl still talking tough! Rest well first! I have something to do, so I’ll head out and come back later…”
As he spoke, he kissed her pale, delicate face.
At first, Ling Mo truly hadn’t had any improper thoughts about her, but after this incident, he already regarded her as his woman.
What?
Yu Tianheng? What kind of thing was that?
This girl had a very stubborn temperament, but she was indeed a rare beauty.
After Dugu Yan powerless lay down, she quickly fell into a deep sleep!
She no longer had the strength to make a fuss. She hadn’t expected that coming to the Ghost Gate this time not only failed to avenge the previous grudge but also got herself involved.
Speaking of which, this Dugu Bo was truly insidious—he didn’t even spare his own granddaughter.
There had never been a grandfather in the world who schemed against his granddaughter; Dugu Bo was just such an outlier.
Leaving Yu Lang Xuan, Ling Mo didn’t know what words to use to describe his current situation.
“Sigh, I had no such intention, but alas…”
With no other choice, Ling Mo could only accept this reality.
He didn’t regret it— a girl like Dugu Yan was no worse than anyone else; on the contrary, she was more special, more like a potent poison.
Ling Mo recalled this absurd day and couldn’t help but want to laugh.
“You damn Dugu Bo, you’re the only one in the world who could do something like this.”
Shaking his head, Ling Mo saw that dusk was about to fall and wasn’t in a hurry to leave.
After experiencing this series of events, he felt he needed to refine some special medicines, or else he really couldn’t handle these troublesome vixens.
As he spoke, Ling Mo returned to the Star Picking Tower, glanced at the pile of books on the desk, casually waved his hand, and stored the desk into the Small Tower.
Combining the Tang Sect Poison Scripture, medical scriptures, and other books with Ling Mo’s personal insights, he searched for some special medicines inside the Small Tower.
This search led Ling Mo to an unexpected discovery.
“This thing… should be pretty potent, right?”
Ling Mo found a herb that could alter certain changes in the body and infinitely amplify one’s abilities.
Damn… what Ling Mo lacked most right now was exactly this kind of thing! He didn’t lack anything else…
“Red Hyacinth Immortal Grade?”
This flower, entirely red throughout, appeared before Ling Mo, and he couldn’t suppress the excitement in his heart.
Perfect—he had to meet with the Angel soon, and this flower could be put to good use.
