Doomed, the whole sect begged me to come out of the mountain

Roland City is a more prosperous town than the towns near Fiery Pavilion, and is a country's commercial and trade center.

Mo Yu stretched his waist and withdrew the Soul-Eating Sword, "You go to the restaurant and book a room for us. I'll go out to do some errands and meet at the restaurant then."

"it is good."

Yan Shoulu looked at her with particularly complicated eyes.

Mo Yu didn't notice it and walked inside with relaxed and joyful steps.

Mo Yu found a place to complete the sign-in tasks one by one.

Yan Shoulu found the largest restaurant and went in.

As he passed, a carriage stopped and a masked woman got out.

The woman has a graceful figure, and her face is covered by a gauze. Her delicate cheeks are looming under the gauze, which instantly attracts the attention of many men.

Yan Shoulu walked to the restaurant counter without squinting and booked two upper rooms.

When he was about to leave, the woman stopped him.

"Young master, please stay."

Yan Shoulu paused and turned around in confusion.

The woman was dressed in gauze, and her whole body was full of fairy spirit, leaving only a pair of watery eyes outside.

"Young Master looks familiar."

The men walking around were surprised to see such a graceful woman using such an old-fashioned way to chat up your man.

"Ah, I'm sorry, that's not what I meant. Please don't misunderstand me, sir. It's just that I have a painting in my hand. The person painted on it looks a bit like you, and I find it strange."

Yan Shoulu frowned, "What painting?"

Seeing many passers-by staring at them, the woman smiled and said, "Master, please follow me. There are so many people here and it's not convenient. How about we go to the compartment on the second floor?"

Yan Shoulu took over the opened room sign, pondered for a moment and nodded.

On the way, the woman talked about the portrait.

"I bought this painting from a friend. It is said to be passed down from the sect. The painter has superb painting skills and the whole painting is expensive."

Yan Shoulu gently stroked the sword on his waist with one hand. "From the sect?"

His heart skipped a beat.

Adoptive mother is best at painting, is it possible...

"Yes, some outer disciples of the sect will sell the calligraphy and paintings of some strong men in the sect. I happened to get a pair. I didn't expect that the young master painted on it looks exactly like you."

Yan Shoulu nodded, his expression serious.

After arriving at the cubicle, the woman took out the painting without any ink stains.

The moment he saw the painting, Yan Shoulu's heart trembled.

I originally thought that my adoptive father and mother were no longer alive, but I didn't expect...

This painting shows the three of them admiring the moon under the flowers one month before their adoptive father and mother left.

This painting was indeed painted by my adoptive mother.

Moreover, it seems that the signature was three years ago?

My adoptive father and mother have been captured by the sect for many years.

However, this painting was painted three years ago, does that mean they are still there?
At this time, the woman had taken off her veil.

This charming and dazzling face is clearly that of Bai Roujing.

Bai Rou sat quietly aside, as if watching the prey that was about to be captured.

The system said that this man named Yan Shoulu was one of her destined harems.

She followed her master to Fiery Pavilion before, and Yan Shoulu should be there too, but I wonder if he would recognize her?

At this time, Yan Shoulu's entire attention was focused on the painting in his hand.

Bai Roujing asked the system in her mind, "Are you sure that the medicine you gave me can knock Yan Shoulu down instantly? If this kid recognizes me, I may not be able to beat him."

The system replied, "Don't worry, one product produced by the system is worth two."