However, Shigeaoi still stared ahead with vacant eyes.

There was an unspeakable sourness in his heart, Ji Xuanyan's hands quickly sealed, and the origin spiritual power flowed rapidly in the spell, through all the charms, it became weak little by little, and finally gradually flowed into Chongkui's feet.

It was as if a thin wind had risen, blowing the body of Chongkui in the enchantment slightly apart.

Ji Xuanyan was nervous for a while, and the movements of his hands immediately stopped, not daring to make any rash moves.

Waiting, after the subtle fluctuations gradually passed, her body slowly became stable, and the origin spiritual power was like a snail crawling slowly, burrowing into her body little by little.

In that illusory figure, a ray of light flowed around her, and it didn't change much.

It's just that the little butterfly seems to feel something, fanning its wings, and has been surrounding Ji Xuanyan's side.

In the center of the huge spell, the origin spiritual power continued to rotate, entering the enchantment little by little.

The speed was slow, but Ji Xuanyan was never impatient, except that his face was getting paler and paler, his expression never changed.

Outside, the morning light was already shining, and the candles in the chamber were burning to the end.

The light in the spell is getting fainter and fainter, and the girl in the enchantment is slowly disappearing.

One night passed, she didn't change anything, and he consumed a lot of origin spiritual power.

If this continues, how can we save her?

The origin spiritual power on the spell returned to his body again, and he couldn't support it for a while, and fell to the ground, his pale face covered with a thin cold sweat.

The little butterfly flew in front of him, its wings waving, not knowing what to do, seeing him so weak, let me not run around for the time being.

Ji Xuanyan raised his head, looked at her and smiled: "It's okay, tomorrow night, it can continue." ”

The little butterfly was carefree and couldn't understand what he was saying, so she just circled around him.

It should be dawn outside, Ji Xuanyan got up, dizzy, and almost unsteady.

He leaned against the wall and walked out slowly.

The secret room was behind the bed in his dormitory, and a whole wall was camouflaged, and when the door of the secret room was closed, there was no trace of any sign on it.

He sat on the bed and coughed lightly, and Han Fang's voice immediately sounded outside: "Your Majesty, Lang Zhongling asks to see you." ”

Ji Xuanyan's eyes moved, and he said hoarsely: "Let him come in directly." ”

"Yes. Han Fang sent someone to deliver the message, and at the same time pushed the door open, and asked the palace maids to wait for the king to get up and change clothes.

"Your Majesty, is your face uncomfortable? The old slave immediately went to the imperial doctor. Han Fang looked up at his face and was immediately startled.

A few days ago, I felt that the king's appearance was not very good, but I didn't expect to see it today, not only is it not very good!

"No need, the widow himself is an alchemist, and he doesn't need an imperial doctor. Ji Xuanyan stood up and changed his clothes again.

At this moment, Qi Lu had already come in and knelt outside the curtain.

Ji Xuanyan glanced at him, then waved his hand and asked everyone in the palace to go out, including Han Fang, who had to retreat.

"Come in. He whispered.

Qi Lu lifted the curtain, walked in with his head down, and knelt on the ground again.

"In the past few days, you have gone to defend the country. Ji Xuanyan leaned on the soft pillow, closed his eyes and recuperated, the loss of the original spiritual power was not something that ordinary people could bear.

Even if he is a top master, it is even more difficult to recover if he consumes some of his origin spiritual power than if he is seriously injured.

"How does the king know?"