Yin Qinglian couldn't help but reddened her eyes as she spoke, no one knew how the Youyun Pagoda was, if it was really as her adoptive mother said, then ...... Isn't that Brother Yin Xian more auspicious......

Cloud Tower?

Ye Moli was silent when she heard this name, but it was not because of the unknown danger in the tower that Yin Qinglian said, but because she remembered Yunyan.

Yunyan, who was following Su Ziran at the beginning, had the most crooked ideas, and the Youyun Tower would be the last resting place Yunyan chose for himself?

Everything that should be known is almost known, after Ye Mo centrifuges it, when Ye Mo Li and Ying Li left Yin Qinglian's dilapidated house, they finally asked Yin Qinglian a question, "Do you know where the tomb of Yunyan's ancestor is?" ”

And Yin Qinglian only replied to her with two words: I don't know.

Could the Cloud Tower be the tomb of Yunyan? Will the Mist Flower be in the Cloud Tower? Since Yin Yan wanted to get the fog separation flower, why didn't he go into the tower to find out? But he can imprison Yin Xian in the tower?

All the way back to the courtyard that Yin Yan had prepared for them, Ye Moli was thinking about these questions, she still had to think about how to enter the Cloud Tower?

Ye Moli and Feng Moying are conspiring with each other on how to enter the Cloud Tower and how to take the mist flower?

At the same time, Yan Meisheng, who was in the Yama Pavilion, had a deep understanding of the torment of waiting, especially the double torment of mind and body, but she had no choice at all!

The sound of 'crunching' opening the door came into Yan Meisheng's ears, and she suddenly opened her eyes while lying on the bed, she hadn't fallen asleep all the time, and someone came again! You're here to bleed her again!?

Yan Meisheng turned her head to look at the sound of the door opening, and in the light shining through the doors and windows, she clearly saw three black shadows approaching her......

The black shadow paused not far from the bed, and when Yan Meisheng saw the face of the black shadow in the front, he forgot to react for a while, the man in front of him was dressed in black, and he had a flawless face, especially the smile that rippled at the corner of his mouth, which made Yan Meisheng stunned......

Yan Meisheng couldn't protect himself at this moment, but seeing his face, there was an urge to protect him in his heart.

Yan Meisheng felt the same way at this moment as when they first saw the poppy, and fell into his beautiful trap......

But at this time, what stood in front of Yan Meisheng's eyes was no longer the poppy that was as beautiful as a flash in the pan, but the ruthless life-killing Yama Leng Qianjue, the beauty of the moment he revealed seemed to be an illusion, and what he had in his body was only cold-blooded and ruthless.

When the left and right protectors took Yan Meisheng's blood to Leng Qianjue, they mentioned by the way that Yan Meisheng woke up.

And Leng Qianjue came over with interest after drinking Yan Meisheng's blood to recuperate her body, but she didn't expect that she was not dead yet, and she could wake up, it was really fate......

And from Yan Meisheng's face and the breath of her breath, Leng Qianjue knew that she was not very weak, and her breathing was smooth and effortless, so it can be seen that this woman is not simple, it seems that he still underestimates her? A petty thief woman has the ability to do this? Not only did he not die after swallowing Ziyin grass, but he could also secretly treat himself?

The left and right protectors standing behind Leng Qianjue couldn't help but feel a little speechless and condensed when they saw Yan Meisheng, they knew very well that the pavilion master had a beautiful appearance that made people sink down, but this woman's life was almost gone, and she didn't even worry about her own life......

"Who are you?"

Perhaps out of interest, Leng Qianjue asked, his interest was like an interest in a plaything, in his eyes, Yan Meisheng at this time was tantamount to a plaything, and he needed this plaything for the time being, to be precise, he needed her blood.

"Yan Meisheng ......"

Yan Meisheng couldn't help blurting out his name without even thinking about it, and the moment he said himself, Yan Meisheng seemed to come back to his senses, blinked his dry eyes, and kept staring at him, his eyes were dry and he didn't know it.

The shaking gaze fell on the two people behind him, how could the two people who put her blood not recognize it, it seems that the good-looking man in front of him is their master?!

Yan Meisheng blinked her eyes, the strength in her body had recovered a little, and the wound on her wrist was no longer bleeding, and she tried her best to look at Leng Qianjue with a plain gaze, "Who are you?" Where is this? Are you going to let me bleed? ”

Yan Meisheng asked three questions in a row, but there was no look of fear in Leng Qianjue's eyes, as if she asked casually, it was not that she pretended to be calm, but that she really didn't feel afraid, maybe it was because Leng Qianjue's beautiful face made her not expect to be afraid, right? Or is she really too big to know to be afraid?!

"Yan Meisheng..."Leng Qianjue didn't answer her question, and muttered her name coldly, not because her name attracted him, but because the name seemed to make him think of something?

"You're from Edgeworth?" Leng Qianjue said coldly and affirmatively, his eyes were cold and warm, no one knew what he was thinking?

"You're going to bleed me again, aren't you? Does my blood taste good? Yan Meisheng didn't answer Leng Qianjue's question directly, blinked her innocent eyes and asked with a harmless expression: Is my blood delicious?

Under Yan Meisheng's careful observation of Leng Qianjue's appearance, she could vaguely see from his face that his physical condition seemed to be very poor, worse than her, who had accidentally eaten Ziyin grass and was bloodletted?

Although he didn't look out of the ordinary, and he didn't give people a very weak feeling, for Yan Meisheng, who has always liked to study all kinds of poisons, even if she didn't dare to be 100% sure, she dared to conclude that the seemingly beautiful man in front of her was not as good as he seemed......

Yan Meisheng blinked her eyes, and at the same time seemed to understand why they wanted to let their own blood, presumably because the blood containing Ziyin grass could help this seemingly beautiful man who was dry inside......

Yan Meisheng likes all kinds of poisons, in terms of poisons, she can be said to be a master, in front of Leng Qianjue, she is undoubtedly a weakling, but in her innocent eyes, it seems that she can see through Leng Qianjue......

Yan Meisheng's eyes unconsciously showed a hint of sympathy, and he secretly thought to himself: The reason why he wants his own blood must be because he wants to use Ziyin grass to fight poison with poison......

I don't know if it was because of Yan Meisheng's sentence 'Is my blood delicious' that angered Leng Qianjue? Or because she saw the difference between him, Leng Qianjue, who was already cold and unkind, suddenly became even more cold, like a piece of thousand-year-old ice!

The cold chill made Yan Meisheng frown slightly, but there was still no fear in her eyes, and the left and right protectors understood that the pavilion master was angry, and they didn't dare to come out......

Yan Meisheng seemed to be not afraid of death and Leng Qian's absolute star, and after a stalemate of about half an hour, the cold air around Leng Qianjue's body was slightly reduced, and the temperatureless voice made Yan Meisheng's heart sink, and he said, "You are Gongzi Yan's sister?" Do you think this seat won't dare to kill you? ”

The reason why Yan Meisheng's heart sank was not that he was full of threatening words, but that his warm voice and the loneliness revealed between his eyebrows made her heart sink violently, inexplicably she didn't want to see him like this, he should belong to the good.

Yan Meisheng couldn't tell what mood she was in, but it was still important to save her life at the moment, she told him with a firm look, "I can help you breathe your body, but you can't drink my blood anymore, and besides, can you cure your body after drinking my blood?" You should know better than me in your heart, if I die, you won't even be able to drink the blood of Ziyin Grass! ”

Yan Meisheng discussed with Leng Qianjue with a calm face, lying on the bed and saying this, not to mention what momentum he could have, he looked completely weak!

But I still don't know who I'm negotiating terms with...... He is the Lord of the Yama Pavilion, a cold thousand unique people known as the Thousand-Faced Rakshasa......

If she knew that she was now in Yama Pavilion, I wonder if she would still have this 'calm' appearance?!

Leng Qianjue only raised his eyebrows slightly after listening to her words, he naturally understood that what she said was right, she could still survive if she swallowed Ziyin grass, although she had some skills, but Leng Qianjue also understood that her so-called medicine could not cure herself.

She is just delaying time to save her own life, Leng Qian is definitely not a kind-hearted person, since it can't be cured horizontally and vertically, why should he pity her little life?

Leng Qianjue suddenly evoked a light smile, but that light smile made Yan Meisheng's heart startled, and a sense of fear came to his heart, although he smiled, Yan Meisheng felt as if death was coming.

Yan Meisheng couldn't help swallowing her saliva, and said in a slightly trembling voice, "You also know that I am ...... Gongzi Yan's sister, aren't you afraid of my brother...... Trouble you? And... I didn't say you should never drink my blood again... At least...... At least let me take care of my body first, okay? Have you replenished your qi and blood? Otherwise my blood ...... It's not enough for you to drink! ”

Yan Meisheng swallowed her saliva unconsciously, and her weak voice was a little stammered, and she moved her body into the bed without a trace, and pinched the futon under the bed tightly with both hands, now she is indeed a little afraid of him, and she doesn't know if he buys it when she brings out her brother Yan!

Yan Meisheng can be regarded as seeing that this person is not easy to mess with, he looked very beautiful at first, but he didn't expect him to be such a person......

What is the combination of angels and devils, Yan Meisheng knows it, and suddenly has a feeling of wanting to cry without tears, I want to say why am I so unlucky! I finally got out of the villa and was able to see the outside world, and now I really 'see' it...

Elder brother...... Come and save me...... Otherwise, you won't see your sister......

Yan Meisheng could only cry helplessly in her heart......

Childe Yan? Leng Qian smiled coldly and disappreciatively, speaking of which, he and Gongzi Yan still have some grievances.

Poppy is playing the best people in the Burning Sky Continent, thinking of Gongzi Yan, he naturally thinks of Feng Moying and Ye Moli, and those unique blue eyes are also what he once imagined.