Fan Yingying had never seen this kind of spell, Zhou Junrong was obviously under control, as long as it was a paper boy who asked, he would answer it as it was. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Zhou Junrong was secretly plotted by Zhang Jinxia, and when Zhang Jinxia came over, the reason why he kept holding his hands behind his back was to secretly order the rune paper.

Zhang Jinxia asked him, "Who is your master?" ”

The paper boy turned his head and asked.

Zhou Junrong replied slowly: "Yu Jianghai." ”

"What are you going to do with Xu Sicong and Bai Xue?"

"Refining the ghost fetus."

"Why do you want to refine the ghost fetus?"

"To recapture the jade."

"Lingyu was not originally from your sect, how can you take it back?"

"The master said that the spirit jade was originally ours, but it was robbed by someone, and we stayed away from the rest of the sect this time just to regain the spirit jade."

Zhang Jinxia paused, and the words suddenly changed: "Has your master ever told you about his life experience?" ”

Zhou Junrong stopped talking, with a trace of confusion in the numb and stiff expression on his face.

Zhang Jinxia asked him again: "Your master is the biological son of your ancestor?" ”

Zhou Junrong's body trembled suddenly, and he rolled his eyes and fainted.

"Uncle Zhang, are you suspicious of him。。。。。。" Before Han Sicheng finished speaking, he saw Zhang Jinxia nodding.

"The reason why Yu Jianghai wants to take away the spirit jade is only to save his master." Zhang Jinxia's expression was solemn: "I have always suspected that Yu Jianghai is his master's biological son. ”

"But aren't they not allowed to marry?" Jian Seventeen had always had a dislike with Zhang Jinxia before, and when he mentioned the past at this time, he was concerned and curious, and he couldn't take care of it too much for a while, so he hurriedly asked.

Zhang Jinxia shook her head: "Although I haven't dealt with Yu Jianghai, just looking at the crooked ways that this person cultivates and studies on weekdays, you can see that his mind is not right." Being able to cultivate such a disciple shows how his master is, and how can such a person expect him to respect his teacher. ”

Jian Seventeen was silent, obviously convinced by Zhang Jinxia's words.

Zhang Jinxia put away the paper boy, and Han Sicheng pointed at Zhou Junrong and asked, "When will he wake up?" ”

Zhang Jinxia glanced at the two points of cinnabar on the paper boy's forehead, and the color was much lighter: "Soul dementorship hurts the body, I borrowed the body of the paper boy and it didn't hurt him, and it was estimated that he should wake up after a while." ”

Jian Seventeen didn't look at Zhou Junrong, he hated this person and annoyed him from the bottom of his heart.

Jian Seventeen went back to his room and didn't leave the house all afternoon.

Zou Yu was also very tired, she was scared and frozen before, and she didn't come to her senses until now, she nestled on the sofa, staring at Zhou Junrong, feeling that this person actually had nothing left except a skin, the whole thing was a puppet, controlled by his master, doing something against human ethics.

Fan Yingying didn't think that now that everything is settled, there is basically nothing to do, and the taste of fatigue has come up.

She needed to rest, and the days of sleepless sleep made her dizzy and her eyes blackened.

Seeing that her face was not good, Han Sicheng greeted Zou Yu and pulled Fan Yingying back to the room to rest.

Fan Yingying fell asleep almost as soon as she got into bed, she was very tired, and she felt very tired when she slept, her legs hurt, her back hurt, and her whole body hurt.

When she was half-asleep and half-awake, she heard Han Sicheng call her: "Yingying, come, drink this." ”

She opened her eyes in a daze, smelled a particularly familiar smell, opened her eyes and looked at it, she wanted to laugh a little, this scene was too familiar.

Han Sicheng took a bowl of freshly boiled ginger soup and handed it to her mouth.

"I said why is your body so uncomfortable?" Fan Yingying took a sip of ginger soup, the ginger shreds were cut very thickly, a lot of sugar was added to it, and it was spicy and sweet, not difficult to drink, and the hot bowl was drunk into the stomach, and even the stomach became hot.

"After drinking, let's get some sleep? You have a little fever, the degree is not very high, rest for a while, it should be nothing serious. Han Sicheng helped her lie back on the bed and touched her forehead comfortingly: "Sleep, just wake up." ”

He Anan obediently closed his eyes, but this time he slept very unsteadily and kept dreaming.

One by one, the dreams are like small movies, and the plot is bizarre, with a beginning and an end, and it is intermittent.

When she was about to wake up, she had a nightmare, she couldn't remember what she dreamed of, she felt particularly scary, she was so frightened that she woke up with a sweat on her face, her eyes were dark, and a smell of nothing was stuffy.

This is this, this is this!

Fan Yingying had just woken up, a little blind, and after a pause, she reacted, reached out and lifted the quilt, it turned out that she had covered her head when she slept before.

She reached out and wiped the sweat from her forehead, which was drenching her hair.

Huang Xiaxia and the kitten were not on the bed, Fan Yingying sat up with support, feeling much better, not as tired as before, as if her brain was much clearer.

The door of the room was pushed open from the outside, Han Sicheng came in with his back to the door, and when he entered the house, he turned his head and saw Fan Yingying sitting on the bed at a glance, and hurriedly raised his feet and closed the door: "How is it?" Is it better? ”

Han Sicheng walked to the edge of the bed as he spoke, and placed the contents of the tray on the bedside table one by one.

"I called and ordered some millet porridge just now, and now that you're sick, you'd better eat something light first."

Han Sicheng sat down next to the bed and took the porridge bowl: "I'll feed you." ”

Fan Yingying refused: "No, I just have a little cold, how can it be so serious." ”

Han Sicheng reluctantly handed her back the porridge bowl.

"How is Zhou Junrong? Awake? Fan Yingying took a sip of porridge, which was still sweet.

"I've been awake a long time ago." Han Sicheng replied and asked, "How is it?" Is it okay to drink? ”

Fan Yingying nodded, she was very moved, she was indeed a little sweet, but she was afraid of fat before, so she didn't dare to eat it, even Gao Bo didn't know much about this, but she didn't expect Han Sicheng to notice it.

"Uncle Zhang said that we should rest and recuperate in the past two days, and he estimated that Yu Jianghai was about to come over." Han Sicheng watched her drink all the bowls of porridge before he said.

Fan Yingying handed him the empty bowl: "How can he find it here?" ”

Han Sicheng put the bowl back on the bedside table, and brought another cup of warm water for her to rinse: "Wait a while, it will be dark, Uncle Zhang said let me and Jian Seventeen follow him to Beishan, there is a land temple, and then press the paper boy there, and then set up a formation in advance, if Yu Jianghai finds it, as long as he can enter the trap, it will take some time to get out, enough to support us until we rush over." (To be continued.) )