Yan Er leaned sideways, signaling that he could enter.

He strode over.

The morning light has not yet dispelled the gloom in the room, and the furniture, such as screens and tables, is still dark and shabby shadows.

As soon as Jiang Huaiyin stepped into the door, the worry on his face lightened.

All night, he listened to Cheng Weixi's breathing, shallow, seemingly nonexistent, occasionally intermittent, and listened to it in a panic, for fear that the wheezing sound would be interrupted.

It wasn't until dawn that the breathing was much smoother.

But Jiang Huaiyin was not at ease, for fear that his hearing was wrong, so he had to see it with his own eyes to be sure.

He walked to the edge of the bed in three or two steps, and his tall and thin figure leaned forward slightly, carefully studying Cheng Weixi's complexion.

Still pale, but no longer exuding blue and black, his lips were moist, and the bruises on his neck were also coated with ointment, and Yan Er thought that he had taken good care of him all night.

Jiang Huaiyin turned around: "Thank you!"

Yan Er was slightly stunned.

Inexplicable thanks she didn't accept.

She listened to the emperor's orders to do things, and took care of the future emperor's wife, what is the matter with this fox demon?

Why was he so diligent, and how could the emperor allow him to wander around the future lady's side?

Cleaning up the house casually, he said softly: "Miss Cheng is not injured for you, and I am not entrusted by you to take care of her, you don't need to thank me." ”

Jiang Huaiyin didn't say more. Automatically and spontaneously go to lift water, automatically and spontaneously moisten the handkerchief to Yan Er, and automatically push the window for ventilation......

For seven or eight days, Jiang Huaiyin would stay at Cheng Weixi's bedside during the day to take care of him, no matter how big or small, he would do it one by one without being instructed.

But this is limited to things related to Cheng Weixi, such as right now, there is no water in the teapot on the table, because it is not Cheng Weixi who wants to drink, he will not take the initiative to do it.

Yan Er walked out of the door with a teapot, only Meng Qi was there, the two looked at each other, she glanced at the room lightly, Meng Qi understood, and arched his hand.

Yan Er then walked away with the teapot.

Her figure will disappear, and a young girl will walk on the other side of the path.

The girl was wearing a white gown often worn by the juniors of Chouhua Mountain, the skirt was light pink, and her footsteps were like a breeze blowing petals. There is a tray in his hand, a teapot, and several teacups.

Meng Qi looked at the girl's eyes, and didn't hear that Light Dye had arranged for others to help, so he asked out loud, "Who are you?"

The girl looked up slightly, and looked at her with watery eyes.

Meng Qi only felt that his eyes seemed to have an inexplicable suction, making him unable to take his eyes off, and then his mind was confused, as if there was a layer of white mist covering his eyes, he couldn't see anything clearly, and he didn't even have the strength to think, obviously he was still standing, but it was as if he was asleep.

The girl hooked the corners of her mouth contemptuously, pushed the door open slightly, and stepped inside.

Jiang Huaiyin stayed in front of the bed, heard footsteps behind him, and thought it was Yan Er.

But the sound was different from usual, it seemed to be much lighter, so I looked back and saw a pair of eyes that were close at hand, looking at him steadily.

The eyes were very deep, like a pool of water, unable to see the end, and like a cave, with its mouth wide open, quietly waiting for the prey to walk in.

Jiang Huaiyin frowned, his body stepped back a little, and his right hand stopped in front of the bed: "Who are you?"

A hint of suspicion flashed in the girl's eyes, and then she softened again.

The eye waves are like the ebb and flow of the sea, flowing slowly, washing the beach one by one, as if to sweep away people's minds.

Jiang Huaiyin's mind was clear: "Who are you?"

The gentleness, laziness, and calmness in the girl's eyes all faded, and her stubborn facial features were full of surprise.

She grabbed the void in her right hand, held a dagger as thin as a cicada's wing, flashed with cold light, and stabbed at Jiang Huaiyin's face.

Jiang Huaiyin turned his head sideways and dodged the dagger, but his body did not move, always blocking in front of the bed.

The girl missed the blow, waved her arm in reverse, and the dagger swept sideways, almost slashing through Jiang Huaiyin's eyes.

Jiang Huaiyin gradually realized that this woman seemed to be coming at him, and the knife was aimed at his face, not to kill him, but to disfigure his appearance.

The two of them made a few rough moves, and the sound was slightly loud, Jiang Huaiyin was afraid of disturbing Cheng Weixi's rest, so he reached out and grabbed the blade in the girl's hand, and with a little force, the sharp blade was broken into several pieces.

The broken blade cut through the palm, and a drop of blood fell from the palm, almost dripping on the back of Cheng Weixi's hand exposed outside the quilt, and he hurriedly stretched out his other hand to pick it up.

The girl's gaze followed his movements, and she couldn't help but stare at it.

The blade immediately turned, and it stabbed towards Cheng Weixi.

Jiang Huaiyin immediately exerted all his strength, and a dark blue light shot out from his hand and hit the girl's abdomen.

The girl flew backwards a long distance and slammed into the window, unable to get up for a moment, bleeding from her mouth and hissing for breath.

Jiang Huaiyin looked at his hand in surprise.

Bai Xiannian rested all morning, and stepped on the time to come over to change Meng Qi's class.

As soon as he walked into Heguangzhai, he saw Meng Qi standing at the door, drowsy, as if unconscious, and said bad in his heart.

Dodge and flew into the house, grabbed the void with his right hand, and sacrificed his weapon to break the halberd.

Looking around, Yan Er was not there.

Cheng Weixi on the bed was still asleep.

Jiang Huaiyin, who was standing beside the bed, stared thoughtfully at his palm, not knowing what he was thinking.

By the window, a young girl was struggling to get up, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth on the white gown, which was more vivid than the pink of her skirt.

Bai Xiannian didn't think about it, so he attacked the girl.

The girl knew that she had lost the opportunity and that she had no chance of winning, so she stopped fighting, used her last strength, and flew away.

Bai Xiannian hurriedly chased out, and Fang chased out Heguangzhai, so he stopped.

He has always been cautious, for fear that this girl will make a plan to divert the tiger from the mountain, so he secretly summoned Lu Qingran, and he did not leave Heguang Zhai an inch.

Meng Qi's body by the door was weak, his eyes were chaotic, and he lost his consciousness.

Bai Xinnian slapped him on the face a few times, but without any reaction, he carried him on his shoulders and sent him into the house.

Jiang Huaiyin looked at Meng Qi's appearance, and his eyes jumped.

Bai Xiannian didn't ignore it, and asked coldly: "Do you know what is going on with him." ”

The tone of affirmation is beyond question.

Jiang Huaiyin also said affirmatively: "He fell for the fox confusion technique, and that girl should be a fox clan." ”

Although the Eight Desolate Fox Clan is not comparable to the fox demons in the world, it is in the same lineage, and many spells are interconnected. No wonder he knew!

Looking at Meng Qi, Bai Xiannian secretly felt tricky.

The Fox Confusion Technique is not difficult to solve, a drop of the caster's blood is enough, but if it can't be found, it will take a hundred days of chaos.

And the most frightening thing is that in these 100 days, those who have fallen into the magic of the fox have always been driven by the caster.

Bai Xiannian looked at the place where the talented girl fell, but unfortunately, there was no blood.

It seems that Elder Qingwu can only think of a way.

Jiang Huaiyin's palm was scratched by the dagger, and blood fell from time to time, he wiped it with a cotton cloth, threw it on the table casually, and returned to Cheng Weixi's bed without bandaging.

Bai Xiannian stared at the blood-stained cotton cloth, and the ghost envoy took it and put it on Meng Qi's eyebrows.

Meng Qi shook his head violently, and his eyes gradually returned to clarity.

Bai Xiannian didn't have much hope, who would have thought that it would work, and he was very surprised: "Why can your blood wake him up?"

Jiang Huaiyin turned around, not paying attention to everything at all.

Bai took a step forward in the past year, and was a little aggressive: "The Eight Desolate Fox Clan uses the Fox Confusion Technique as their natal spell, why can you, the blood of the fox demon in the world, solve the natal spell of the Eight Desolate Fox Clan?"

Jiang Huaiyin faced the questioning, as calm as a rippleless lake: "I don't know." You used this method, shouldn't you ask yourself?"

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