At this moment, Feifei's voice rang in Fu Ling'er's mind. She said,

"Master, Mu Yuanjun has arrived with the Ziwei Emperor, and there is a stranger behind him,"

"Oh? Who is it?" Fu Ling'er was stunned and asked.

"I don't know them, but judging from the tone of their conversation, they should be acquaintances."

"Okay, I understand," Fu Ling'er nodded. Since he could follow Diwu Zhao, he must be from the Diwu family. Then she said to Wanqi Yuan,

"Come on, let's go out first. An old friend is visiting outside."

"Hmm? Someone's coming? Well, let's go out first."

The next moment, the two of them appeared at the door of Xiaoyao Residence. When they opened the door, they saw the Purple Emperor, dressed in purple and unparalleled in elegance, standing outside the door, looking at them with a smile on his face.

"Oh! It's a great pleasure to have friends coming from afar! Please come in," Fu Ling'er pushed open the door and quickly invited the people in.

"Hahaha, Ling girl, why are you still being polite to me? It's my fault for disturbing your peace. I really have something to ask you, Ling girl, so I can only say sorry to you first." Diwu Zhao laughed loudly and said sorry with his mouth, but his actions did not show any apology. He walked quickly into Xiaoyaoju as if he was walking in his own yard.

Mu Yuanjun had been here twice, so he was naturally not shy. He followed the old ancestor into Xiaoyaoju.

Singh behind him felt like a raging storm at this moment, and was shocked beyond words by the woman he saw before him.

He stared at the woman with wide eyes, his heart filled with disbelief. Is this woman the target that the master wants to kill?

Singer's eyes stayed on Fu Ling'er, trying to find a trace of "great evil" from her appearance and temperament. However, what he saw was a woman with a pure temperament, like the Queen of the Nine Heavens, and she exuded an aura that made people feel peaceful and at ease.

How could such a woman be the evil person that the master described? Singh kept wondering about this question in his mind. He really couldn't understand why the master would give such an order.

He stood there, motionless, as if he had lost the ability to think. For a moment, Singer was stunned, not knowing how to deal with Ling'er.

However, this was only a matter of a moment, and Singh quickly calmed down and tried to remain calm.

He did not forget the task assigned by his master, which was to kill Fu Ling'er, but he did not take action immediately when he saw her, which was a big taboo.

Now he could only try to relax his mind as much as possible and not let his emotions fluctuate too much, lest the death contract on his soul would be sensed. The shock just now was very dangerous.

"Singer, come in quickly! Why are you still standing there?" Seeing that there was no one around, Mu Yuanjun looked back and saw Singh in a daze.

"Oh, okay, here I come," Singh took a deep breath and walked into Xiaoyaoju.

At this moment, Diwu Zhao had been invited to the top floor, where he sat in the tea room and chatted with Wanqi Yuan and Fu Ling'er.

"Grandfather, how are you these days? Uncle Mu said you wanted to see me. Is there anything you need my help with?" After the greetings, Fu Ling'er asked directly.

Diwu Zhao knew that Ling Yatou liked to speak her mind and didn't like beating around the bush, so he also spoke directly.

"Ling girl, Yuan boy, you two are amazing! Even I, the old ancestor, feel ashamed in front of you. Ling girl, Yuan boy, please don't call me old ancestor. I'm still so young and handsome. Don't call me old. Just call me Brother Zhao, right? Yes, Brother Zhao sounds nice too."

"………"Fu Ling'er and Wanqi Yuan were stunned for a moment. Ah, this… is not appropriate!

"………" Mu Yuanjun, who just walked up, had a very stiff face when he heard the word "Brother Zhao". He suddenly felt uncomfortable. Originally Ling Ya called him Uncle Mu, but now they called their ancestor Brother Zhao. How many generations younger was he? Oh, I dare not calculate.

Others are of a higher generation, but to him they are of a lower generation. Who can he go to for justice?

"This... Old Ancestor, do you want to listen to what you are saying? How could I be so rude? Hehe, Yuan and I will call you Uncle Zhao! I really can't bring myself to call you Brother Zhao!" Fu Ling'er caught a glimpse of Mu Yuanjun's aggrieved and speechless look, and she immediately understood what he meant, and then said to Mu Yuanjun.

"Uncle Mu, let's call each other by our names. Please stop standing and come and sit down. This young man is..." Fu Ling'er looked at Singer behind Mu Yuanjun. She was sure that she had never seen him before. Could he be from the fifth family as well?

Hearing Fu Ling'er's question, Diwu Zhao no longer bothered about whether he was Brother Zhao or Uncle Zhao. The important thing was more important, so he quickly spoke to Fu Ling'er.

"Oh, Ling girl, listen to me, I came here to ask for something, or you can say I came to ask you for this boy,"

"Well, Uncle Zhao, what is our relationship? It doesn't matter whether you ask for help or not. As long as I can do it, just tell me." Fu Ling'er waved her hand and said indifferently. This is Emperor Ziwei, a powerful man and a real network of contacts, so naturally they have to maintain a good relationship with him.

"Then Uncle Zhao will be polite to you. This is the descendant of my fifth son. His name is Singer. He is currently the hidden guard of Wen Renyu in the Tiandi Palace."

"The Heavenly Emperor's Palace? Wen Renyu's hidden guard?" Fu Ling'er was still smiling, but that smile did not reach her eyes. She leaned back unconsciously and looked at Singer. She wanted to listen carefully to what Diwu Zhao had to say.

Wanqi Yuan, who was standing by, sensed Ling'er's subtle changes and quickly gave her some tea to comfort her, reminding her not to rush.

"Ling girl, it's like this..." Then Diwu Zhao told Fu Ling'er and Wanqi Yuan about Singh's origins. Finally, he did not forget to condemn and scold Wen Renyu.

Alas! This is a sad story!

After a long while, Fu Ling'er turned her gaze to Singer again. At this moment, Fu Ling'er's eyes were very complicated, and she even felt a little sympathy for this gentleman.

He worked for the enemy who killed his mother, and was also under a death contract. Like a puppet, his life and death depended on the thoughts of his enemy. Isn't this miserable?

That must be tragic.

"Ling girl, it's up to you to break the death contract," Diwu Zhao stated the ultimate goal.

"Ah? Me? Uncle Zhao, I have never broken a death bond. Besides, once the death bond is triggered by external forces, its owner will know it immediately. His life or death will only be a matter of a second. Will I be able to break the bond in time?" Fu Ling'er said with some embarrassment. Breaking a death bond should be very difficult!

"If it's someone else, that definitely won't work, but as long as it's you, it will definitely work, Ling girl, you have to have confidence in yourself." Diwu Zhao looked at Fu Ling'er steadily and said it with certainty.