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Chang An was stunned, shook his head in a blink of an eye and said: "Let's not go for the time being, this time I see that the mandala flower has bloomed to my waist, if I can't find the mandala seed at this time, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself at that time." ”

Chang'an's tone carried a little imperceptible panic, letting the dark one freeze in place.

In his eyes, Chang'an has always been a person with goals and confidence, and such a look of gains and losses is really only seen in his life.

"Young master, my subordinates will definitely do their best to find the whereabouts of Mandala." Dark One swore to Chang'an.

Chang'an nodded and stopped talking.

The weather is gradually getting cooler, not to mention that Xianchen is now weak, and he is also pregnant with Rokka, so it is very inconvenient to move, but despite this, Xianchen still insists on watering the seeds of the mandala flower with blood.

The seeds of the mandala flower have turned blood-red under the daily blood soaking, but there is no sign of germination.

However, the bloody qi in Zichen Palace became more and more intense, which made Chang'an, who came in, subconsciously frown.

"Slim, you're hurt?" The tone was displeased.

Chang'an ran in front of Xianchen in three or two steps, took Xianchen's hand and looked left and right.

Xian Chen helplessly waved away Chang'an's claws, held Chang'an's face, and said with a smile: "No, I am in this Zichen Palace all day long, the gate is not out, and the second gate is not stepping, how can I have a chance to get hurt?" ”

Chang An turned around and sat down beside Xian Chen, thinking that what Xian Chen said also made sense, since Xian Chen was not injured, what was the matter with the thick bloody gas in this room? He could feel the blood bats under his control stirring.

Could it be that there is someone in this palace who should not enter?

Chang'an's heart suddenly raised his throat, and his eyes looked around vigilantly.

Xian Chen's brain was a little dazed by Chang'an's series of actions, he reached out and pulled Chang'an's sleeve, and asked, "An An, what's wrong?" ”

Chang'an lowered his head, and at a glance saw Xian Chen's worried eyes of Jianshuiqiu, and his heart couldn't help but soften.

Rubbing the broken hair scattered on his forehead, he said with a smile: "No, I just think there is something strange in this room, there seems to be a very strong smell of blood, although it has been diluted a lot by the incense in your house, but I still feel it." I thought it was Feng Wuya and the others sneaking back again, and I was a little worried about your safety, so I ......"

Speaking of this, Chang'an also seemed to feel that he was too much of a soldier, and smiled a little embarrassedly.

The shy smile like a big boy simply makes Xianchen want to commit a crime.

Thinking so, that's what I did.

Although Xianchen sometimes can't help but feel embarrassed for himself, but now that this man is his own, he should think of him in any way.

Xian Chen's right hand put on Chang'an's neck, and with a force on his hand, Chang'an's head was pressed down.

The two rosy lips were caught by the fine dust like this, and the feeling of the lips and teeth touching each other was too wonderful, Chang'an was stunned by this sudden sneak attack, and he didn't react yet.

But when it comes into contact with the fragrant tongue of the fine dust, the instinctive anti-customer is dominant.

Chang'an's kiss is as arrogant and domineering as his people.

The big hand clasped lightly on the back of Slim Dust's head, bringing her closer to herself, deepening the kiss.

Knowing that Xian Chen's face was flushed, his limbs were weak, and he was about to lose his breath, Chang An reluctantly let go of Xian Chen's lips.

Xian Chen's lips were a little red and swollen, but they had a different style, and Chang'an was in a state of flux, and something was about to move.

The palace people had already retreated with interest, and there were only two of them in the huge palace at this time.

The sound of heartbeat was stronger than a moment, Chang'an and Xianchen looked at each other, I don't know who ignited whose enthusiasm, in short, the clothes were scattered all over the ground, bringing the charm of the room.

"Slim, I'll be careful." Seeing that Xian Chen subconsciously protected his abdomen, Chang An gently opened his mouth in Xian Chen's ear, and Xian Chen's face was as red as a tomato in an instant.

Until the moment Chang'an entered, Xianchen couldn't help but make a sound.

At the same time, I was annoyed, why didn't I have concentration? So easily tempted by the man in front of you? I wanted to tease the beauty in front of me, but I didn't expect to become the one who was molested!

What a misstep into a thousand hatreds.

After some lingering, Chang'an gently carried Xianchen into the bathtub to wash her body, both of them had a little cleanliness fetish, and they didn't like the feeling of sweat sticking together, so it was natural to have a mandarin duck bath.

Of course, I also know with my toes that our fine dust was put on and off by Chang'an in the bath bucket and ate some tofu.

By the time Chang'an carefully put on Xianchen's dresses one by one, Xianchen had already fallen asleep, and there was still a bewitching appearance at his eyebrows and eyes that had not completely receded.

But these are not the point, Chang An looked at the woman in front of him, gently imprinted a kiss on his forehead, and then took the quilt on the side and covered Xianchen's body, and his purple eyes carefully looked at the entire palace.

He wasn't blind, so how could he not see the exhaustion under the eye sockets of the fine dust? And this kind of exhaustion is definitely not caused by overwork, I don't know why, Chang'an just feels that Xianchen should have something to hide from him, and this matter is very likely to be related to Mandala.

pacing back and forth in the room, and finally Chang'an opened the door and whispered to the palace people outside to take good care of Xianchen before leaving.

When the footsteps were far away, the fine dust in the room suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were clear, where did he look half sleepy?

Xianchen got up, walked to the bookcase in the room, removed one of the books, and a dark compartment was presented, and it was not the seed of a mandala flower or something lying inside?

Chang'an could see it clearly on the roof of the Zichen Palace Palace, and a trace of bitterness suddenly crossed his heart.

Am I really that weak? Why don't you believe me? Do you want to take the risk yourself?

Chang'an's fist hanging by his side clenched, and then left Zichen Palace.

"Dark one, this is the medicine I ordered the imperial dining room to boil for Xian Xian, you send it to Xian Xian, I still have a little political matter to deal with here, I'll go over to see her later." Chang'an said to the dark one.

He nodded darkly, took the bowl of soup and medicine, and walked towards Zichen Palace.

Not long after Dark One left, Chang'an also came out of the imperial study.

Following behind the dark one, watching the dark one enter the Zichen Palace, he brought the bowl of soup medicine in, and then took the empty bowl out, estimating that the time was almost up, and Chang'an walked leisurely towards the direction of the Zichen Palace from the other end.

"Young master." Dark one saw Chang'an, saluted, and then took the empty bowl back and put it away.

(To be continued.) )