Moreover, Lu Changsheng had just rushed back from the Yiming Ghost Sect, the news had not yet spread.
"Mili, don't be so cold."
Lu Changsheng looked at Nangong Mili in her luxurious purple dress, her face stunningly enchanting, skin as fair as snow, curves breathtaking, and smiled as he spoke.
"If you have something to say, speak."
Nangong Mili said coldly.
Although her attitude towards Lu Changsheng had changed, she still did not show a pleasant expression.
"I made a trip to the Yiming Ghost Sect."
Lu Changsheng said directly.
The other party knew the Golden-Winged Heavenly Peng.
Once the news got out, it would be easy to guess that the Yangming True Master was himself, so there was nothing to hide.
Moreover, with the matter concerning daughter Nangong Yaoyao, the woman before him had softened a lot and was worth trusting.
"Hmm!?"
Nangong Mili's deep, mysterious Danfeng eyes slightly narrowed, immediately aware that Lu Changsheng's magic aura was somewhat disturbed.
