Chapter 117: Awakening

Just when Ye Qingyu's breath couldn't be contained, causing it to leak out, the formation engraved on the door was suddenly stimulated, and circles of pale yellow formations manifested, sealing the door tightly.

And with the manifestation of the formation, a slightly worried voice of a young man came from outside the door.

"Brother, are you alright......?"

Ye Qingyu's consciousness in the room, who didn't know where to run, seemed to be pulled back by this voice, blinked his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and when he spit out again, the violent aura in the room disappeared, along with the endless whirlwind.

In the blink of an eye, only the broken porcelain and the torn wooden table were left in the room, and the culprit of all this had returned to his original appearance, and the blur in his face had also dissipated, but the whole person's face was slightly pale, and he looked a little sickly.

As Ye Qingyu recovered, the flickering formation on the doors and windows also slowly faded, and when the glittering luster of the crystal formation disappeared and dispersed, the closed door was also pushed open from the outside. A young man who was at least seven points similar to Ye Qingyu in the room broke in like this.

Ye Qingran pushed open the door and saw the messy scene in the house, and couldn't help but be taken aback, but fortunately, seeing that his brother was safe and sound, he was a little relieved.

"Brother, what happened, how could it be like this?"

Ye Qingyu raised his head and saw the little brother with an anxious face, he couldn't help but take a deep breath, but when he stood up, he couldn't help but shake it slightly. When he reached out to hold the table, he remembered that the wooden table in front of him had just turned into pieces.

But fortunately, Ye Qingran saw that the situation was not good, and stepped forward to support his brother, showing a worried expression.

"Brother, do you want to invite the imperial doctor to come to the palace to take a look......

"No!"

Ye Qingyu raised his hand to hold his chest, and the colic in his chest almost made him breathless at this time, but when he heard Qingran mention the imperial doctor in the palace, he interrupted his words without hesitation.

Ye Qingyu saw the stunned expression of his little brother, the light in his eyes flashed slightly, and then he turned his face away.

Usually I can't see it, but when he stands with Qingran, who is a fellow of his mother, he can show a slight abnormality.

Ye Qingyu's appearance was originally extremely beautiful, although the two brothers were almost carved out of the same mold, but Ye Qingyu, who was the elder brother, was more like their mother, the flashy concubine who crowned the dynasty with her beauty.

But no matter how Ye Qingyu looks, after all, he is a prince of a dynasty, even if he inherits the blood of that holy concubine, although his eyebrows are quite handsome, at least he can't be called a demon.

However, now when he and Qingran stood together, they could see that the lines in his face were becoming softer and softer, and the whole person was quite indistinguishable.

Although Qing Ran didn't notice these because of his slight health at this time, after all, he was a brother who got along day and night, and no matter how dull Qing Ran was, it was impossible not to notice it all the time.

Ye Qingyu naturally understands this, which is also the reason why he has been living in seclusion for a long time, and even Qingran has avoided it.

The pale-faced young man seemed to remember something, and then he beat his spirit and said, "I'll go to the Hanwang Mansion, you stay in the palace, and wait for me to come back......"

In his opinion, Ye Han's whereabouts are unknown, and in this imperial city, the only one who may know his whereabouts is Ye Han's henchmen.

However, before he could walk out of the door, he was grabbed by his little brother by his sleeve. Looking back, a faint hint of nervousness appeared on Qingran's immature face.

Qing Ran said a little nervously: "Ye Han said before leaving, you are not allowed to leave the imperial city!"

Ye Qingyu was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but laugh dumbly, but even so, how could he stop moving.

However, the panicked look on the little brother's face made Ye Qingyu couldn't help but sigh. Sure enough, what he could feel, as a twin brother, Qingran could also detect some clues, so he would knock on his door at this time.

However, Ye Qingyu didn't have time to explain to him, he gently rubbed Qingran's hair, but stopped him from wanting to follow him with his eyes, turned around and walked out of the door.

When the young man's figure turned into the imperial city, faintly, it seemed that his face was blurred again for a moment, and his handsome cheeks seemed to become a little incomprehensible.

Ye Han, you must come back alive!

There was an inexplicable look in the young man's eyes, and in the dark, above his slightly blurred cheeks, there seemed to be a flash of blue light. This glimmer of his will touched something, rippling out of this nothingness, and passing away into the distance, thousands of miles in an instant.

However, the teenager knew nothing about this.

And in the endless and distant Far North, Ye Han, who had fallen into chaos, seemed to have been touched by something, and in that darkness, there seemed to be a little blue light.

Faintly, an illusory cyan light and shadow seemed to appear in his sea of consciousness, and the illusory light and shadow seemed to be a stiff human face, and it seemed to be a mask that could not see the facial features clearly.

The phantom of the mask loomed, if there was nothing, floating in Ye Han's sea of stones, as if looking down on a chaotic spiritual sea below, and a strange luster seemed to flash in the pair of deep-sunken eye sockets.

Faintly, a faint cyan light flashed in the eye socket, and an invisible fluctuation enveloped this sea of spirit, and in an instant, this sea of consciousness that seemed to be frozen by ice surged again.

The soul that was gradually sinking slowly recovered, and faintly, Ye Han's illusory soul power seemed to have a gradually condensing appearance.

I'm alive......

Ye Han's soul seemed to be a little confused, and the illusory face that had appeared above him before disappeared again the moment his consciousness returned.

Just as he didn't know how it appeared, Ye Han didn't notice how he disappeared. No, or Ye Han never found out about this uninvited guest.

When he woke up again, the first thing he felt was not his body that had been completely sealed by the ice, but a voice that gently called him.

The voice seemed to come from an endless and distant place, waking Ye Han up from this darkness, and he couldn't help but think of the shy young man who fell into his arms from the towering ancient tree.

Qingyu ......

In Ye Han's soul, there seemed to be a non-existent muttering sound, his sea of knowledge seemed to be clearer, and the whole person was no longer in a trance. If he could open his eyes now, he would find that his pupils were no longer chaotic.

Yes, the person who had promised to support each other, how could he break the appointment first and let go...... Be that deserter......

Ye Han's heart seemed to sound such a mutter, when he opened his eyes again, the brilliance in his eyes seemed to be slightly different from before, but it didn't seem to have changed, this feeling in the dark was incomprehensible.

Only the azure blue astrolabe in his hand flashed a deep color in the darkness, and this innate treasure seemed to have undergone a slight transformation with the master's death.