After hearing the command, the brown bird immediately stood up, and the pitch-black figure flashed and disappeared on the long steps outside the gate of the Detective Immortal Palace, and then the gate slowly closed again.

At the end of the long steps in the palace, there is a beautiful couch carved with a red sandalwood carved with a pattern of a golden dragon Izumo, and the big beauty who is comfortably reclining on the couch at this time is the master of the first palace of this fairy palace - Fengluan!

I saw that she was dressed in a dark red tight-fitting night suit, a pair of high-heeled black leather high boots wrapped a pair of slender and slender legs just right, even if she was so casually bent on the couch, she could not hide that charm; a neat short and medium hair, tied high above her head by a dark red headband; a pair of white and delicate hands, the tips of the ten fingers were dyed with eye-catching bright red, as if the small nails were embedded with cooked red beans; a pair of bright eyes were slightly open and half-closed, and the waves were flowing.

And she, at this time, was squinting a pair of narrow eyes, holding a bright red orange in her hand that seemed to be dripping blood, putting it to her lips dyed blue and black, and slowly gnawing at it little by little with silver teeth as white as the moon.

The innate charm that comes from the strands, anyone who looks at it will be willing to sink into it!

However, it was such a beautiful picture of the prosperous age, and the brown bird did not dare to raise his head to take a look, and as soon as he walked the long steps to the beauty couch, he once again fell on one knee on the ground, and his body was more tense than when he knelt outside the palace, and even his breathing became a little cautious.

Finally finished eating the blood orange petals on his fingertips leisurely, Feng Luan took the fingers stained with blood-colored orange juice into his mouth one by one, sucked it lightly, and took a soft handkerchief from the couch table next to him, and gently touched the corners of his mouth.

This process may seem like a blink of an eye, but if it does, it is quite a long time.

The brown bird kept kneeling on one knee and didn't dare to move, only feeling that his legs had begun to sore, and even trembled slightly, especially the knees that supported his body were painfully affected by the cold and hard smooth bluestone slab floor.

"Palace, palace master-" Finally, he was really worried that he would not be able to kneel for a while and touch Feng Luan's obedient temper again, so he had to say timidly, "Brown Bird, there is something important to do!"

The action of wiping the corners of his mouth stopped, Feng Luan tilted his head to reveal an expression of sudden realization, and said, "Oh, yes, you are still kneeling below!"

"Yes!" replied the brown hoof, with its head lowered.

"I'm sorry—" Caressing his good cheeks a few times, Feng Luan's face was a little apologetic, and said, "Good work, Brown Bird!"

"Brown, brown hoofs don't dare!"

I really can't grasp the temper of my own beautiful palace master, Brown Hu obviously wanted to thank him well, but blurted out like this.

After admiring his frightened appearance, Feng Luan took advantage of the time to yawn, and after secretly laughing, he said charmingly again: "Well, where is your secret report, submit it!"

"No!"

After Brown Hu finished saying this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly took out a small black bamboo tube from his sleeve, and held it with both hands.

Throwing the soft handkerchief stained with blood orange juice in his hand back on the couch table, Feng Luan flipped his wrist and slightly pinched the orchid finger with his palm facing up, hooked his index finger twice, and the small black bamboo tube floated up in the air, and flew in front of her with a "whoosh".

With a slight flap of her left hand, the small bamboo tube opened by itself, and a parchment scroll slowly came out of thin air, and a few lines of words shining with golden light immediately appeared on it—

"The Brown Bird of the Four Elephants East Detective Immortal Palace is presented, and I found the traces of the out-of-rank Sword Immortal in the mortal dust, and it is a disciple of the Zhenzong - Mo Yifan!"

This short and straightforward secret report made Feng Luan a little embarrassed, and he leaned back on the beauty couch with his cheeks, and looked at it again and again for a long time before he snapped his fingers and let the parchment roll return to the small bamboo tube by itself.

Her handsome brows furrowed slightly, and after a moment they stretched out again, followed by a playful evil smile that floated to the corners of her eyes.

"Brown Bird-" She changed her lying position, raised a pair of feet and shook gently, and winked at the kneeling person cutely and mysteriously, "Send this news to the Sect Master of the Zhen Sect, put it down and leave, remember not to say more!"

"No!"

Although Brown Hu really couldn't figure out what kind of medicine she was selling in this gourd, she still obeyed the order and moved, and her figure disappeared into the Detective Immortal Palace in a flash......

Since the immortal power rampage, the day dive has been in a semi-comatose state, sometimes awake and sometimes asleep, Mo Yifan knew that it was caused by the overdraft of the immortal power, so he stayed by his bedside day and night, taking care of him all the time.

It wasn't until the third day that Lin Anlie suddenly came to visit-

"Brother Mo, have you slept in the past few days?"

Putting the medicine and food that Yun Qingyu entrusted him with on the table, Lin Anlie forcefully pulled Mo Yifan, who had lost his soul, away from the bedside of the day.

Looking at the person in front of him in a daze, Mo Yifan shook his head slightly and said, "Lin Anlie, why are you here again?"

Sighing heavily, helping him to sit on the chair beside him, Lin Anlie opened an oiled paper bag, took out something that looked like a dough from it and stuffed it into his hand, and said, "This is Boss Yun's repeated advice, as soon as you get here, I will let you eat this thing first!"

knew in his heart that the food sent by Yun Qingyu must have a doorway, but Mo Yifan did not refuse, and took it and ate it in small bites, but his eyes still stayed on the body of the day dive.

"Anlie, you're here!" Day Diving was woken up by their rustling voices, opened his eyes, opened his thin lips that were a little cracked, and said, "I-"

Hurriedly poured a cup of tea and put the medicine brought by Yun Qingyu into a cup, Lin Anlie hurriedly walked to the bedside.

"What are you going to do?" Mo Yifan saw him reach over and stuff the whole half of the dough into his mouth, and he didn't care about chewing it, so he dodged to the side of the bed, blocked in front of the day dive, and said, "What's in the cup?"

Seeing him protecting the day dive like this, Lin Anlie thought that he was a little sad, but he didn't want to laugh out loud.

looked at Lin Anlie, who was smiling like a child, and then looked at Mo Yifan, who was staring at him with a serious face in front of him, and said with a wry smile helplessly: "Mo Yifan, you help me up." ”

Glancing at Lin Anlie, Mo Yifan hurriedly helped the day dive up and leaned into his arms, and asked with concern: "Will you still be dizzy?"

Shaking his head slightly, the day dive was still a little weak and said, "It's okay." ”

Blowing the hot air on the teacup with the medicine in his hand, Lin Anlie sat on the edge of the bed, gave the teacup to Mo Yifan, and smiled gently: "Boss Yun said that this medicine is the best for day diving, but it needs to be quenched to take tea, Brother Mo, come on!"

"Thank you!"

Mo Yifan took the teacup, nodded to him, and was about to feed the medicine to the person in his arms, after all, he knew that Lin Anlie was taken away by Yun Qingyu, and the medicine he brought back from Qingliao must also be beneficial during the day.

As soon as he saw that he was going to drink medicine again, he immediately pursed his lips and put on an attitude of not drinking.

If he had changed to Pingsuri, Mo Yifan would have forcibly opened his mouth and poured the medicine into it entirely, but today is different from the past, don't say that he has to drink bitter medicine as soon as he wakes up for three days in a row, no one can stand it, not to mention, how many times can he be spoiled to himself like this? Why always murder him!

Straightening his slightly sore waist and sitting up straight, Mo Yifan sighed, like coaxing a child, and said dotingly: "Yun Qingyu's medicine has never been bitter, but if you want to continue to drink my bitter medicine, it doesn't hurt, this delicious medicine makes Lin Anlie pour it!"

After that, he really handed the teacup in his hand to Lin Anlie.

Slightly stunned, Lin Anlie understood the meaning the moment he met his eyes, and immediately nodded: "Okay!"

"You-" Tian Qian knew that they were deliberately teasing themselves, but he was still angry, his face flushed, he snatched the teacup, raised his head and drank the medicine quenched into the tea, wiped his mouth, and said, "If you can make this medicine so delicious, I won't be stunned every time I drink it!"

Taking away the empty teacup in his hand, Lin Anlie looked his eyes up and down that were getting brighter and clearer, and said, "This Boss Yun's medicine committee is really powerful, and you are much more energetic after drinking it!"

"Indeed!" twisted his neck, moved his head, and said in surprise, "My head, my head is not dizzy!"

"Lin Anlie-" Mo Yifan suppressed the feeling of joy in his heart, and said in a deep voice, "Go back and thank Yun Qingyu for me!"

"Okay!" Lin Anlie replied.

"Also, thank you!" Mo Yifan said again.

This time, Lin Anlie didn't answer immediately, but stared at him with burning eyes for a long time before his cheeks turned red and lowered his head and smiled embarrassedly.

At this time, the three teenagers of the day family were harmonious and happy, and there seemed to be a smell of immortality for the rest of their lives, but the atmosphere in the Qingliao was obviously much more solemn-

Lying comfortably on the bamboo couch that Ah Ci brought out, Yun Qingyu bent one hand under his head, still pinching his cigarette pouch pot in the other, and took two puffs from time to time, staring at the blue sky with deep but extremely lazy eyes.

Ah Ci, who was sitting on the ground at the door of the store, looked a little respectful at this time, as if he had changed people, and looked at him with a thick green bamboo, a thick green bamboo bent and shook rhythmically, and a young man dressed in purple clothes on the bamboo was staring at Yun Qingyu intently, sitting upright, and gently shaking his hanging legs.

"I said Nirvana, how long are you going to spend in my tavern?" Finally, Yun Qingyu asked helplessly after the last trace of spark in the cigarette pouch pot was extinguished.