Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort novel Chapter 326

Chapter 326: Chapter 326: Whose Handsome Young Lord (1)

Luodu, a low-profile yet luxurious carriage, slowly exited the city gates.

The carriage seemed to be made from precious deep-sea sunken wood, with a deep hue and intoxicating luster, emitting a faint exotic fragrance upon closer inspection.

On the columns and window lattices, exquisite totems were carved, with various fantastical flowers and grasses competing for brilliance, lifelike.

The curtain and door drape were woven from black silkworm silk, blocking external peering and shielding against harsh cold and heat, isolating the carriage into another world.

The four black horses pulling the carriage were just ordinary steeds, except they looked somewhat majestic.

However, the twenty guards surrounding the carriage rode on dark Spiritual Flame Horses, dressed in black robes and tight outfits. Each person’s face was youthful and stern, exuding a steadiness and decisiveness beyond their years.

From inside the carriage, a ’warbling’ laughter could be heard.

That charming voice broke the seriousness and dullness of the entourage.

Within the carriage, soft jade warmth and various luxurious arrangements filled the entire space. Hidden compartments held a variety of fine wines and gourmet foods, all readily available.

On the hollow incense burner, smoke curled elegantly.

The fragrance was not overwhelming, but rather, very elegant with a refreshing effect.

On the soft cushion, a red-clad, alluring figure lay reclined, its undulating curves indistinct, hinting at a mysterious allure.

On the stunningly delicate face, indistinguishably male or female, the fair skin seemed fragile enough to break from a mere breath, while a purple stud earring on the left earlobe emitted a seductive luster, complementing her face to look dreamlike, wickedly charming and unruly.

The ink-like silk hair was tied high with a plume crown, showcasing her heroic spirit.

Having shed the battle armor, Mu Qingge’s loose red attire seemed to revert her to that idle playboy who knew nothing but amusement.

Her head rested on Hua Yue’s lap, letting Hua Yue’s soft boneless hands gently rub her head. Her slightly raised eyes were shut, appearing to be asleep. Yet, the slight arc at the corner of her mouth seemed to suggest she was not entirely asleep.

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