Nai Tingxuan said, and was about to walk into the courtyard, but suddenly there was a footstep behind him, Nai Tingxuan was slightly stunned, and immediately pulled the person who was already stunned on the side and hid aside.

The two shrank aside, listening to the footsteps getting closer and closer, and a dark shadow walked in unhurriedly from the courtyard gate, "Is it her?" Nai Tingxuan said in a slight shock, and the person who walked in was Meng Yuntong.

Meng Yuntong came to Nai Yuanfeng, just to confirm whether Menghu had any fetters in this place, if so, the future plan would be much more convenient, if not... Then this chess piece can be discarded.

Meng Yuntong didn't seem to notice the two of them who were hiding on the side, and walked straight to the door of the house, just in the dark, his eyes flowing, and the corners of his mouth were not obvious with a smile.

stepped forward and stretched out his hand and knocked on the door of Na Yuan Feng's house, Na Yuan Feng, who was lying on the bed, was slightly shocked, who still came to him so late? After thinking about it, he decided to pretend to be asleep, he was not in the mood to deal with anyone, so he turned over lightly and continued to close his eyes.

Meng Yuntong, who was standing at the door, originally thought that Nai Yuanfeng was really asleep, and was slightly stunned, but he noticed the sound of Nai Yuanfeng turning around without a trace.

Sure enough, Menghu is gone, and this little young master of Naifu can't sink his heart anyway.

Meng Yuntong looked around, secretly took out a sachet from his cuff, and his fingertips swiped lightly, the sachet broke, and a faint fragrance gradually spread with Meng Yuntong as the center.

Nai Tingxuan and his subordinates hid in the dark, Meng Yuntong had his back to them, they couldn't see Meng Yuntong's action of taking out the sachet at all, Nai Tingxuan was wondering, why Meng Yuntong stayed outside the room and didn't go in.

A vague fragrance filled the air, and Nai Tingxuan only felt a sudden dizziness, and the subordinate next to him suddenly fell to the ground, making a big noise.

Nai Tingxuan immediately looked in the direction of Meng Yuntong with a little weakness, but his vision gradually blurred, and he didn't see whether Meng Yuntong had found them, and his vision fell into darkness after a while.

Meng Yuntong listened to the sound of two falling voices behind him, and chuckled, but he was just a hairy boy, did he think he could really hide under her nose.

Meng Yuntong stretched out his hand to push the door open, and Nai Yuanfeng in the room also fell asleep because of the fragrance in the sachet, not surprisingly, Na Yuanfeng was just lying on the bed in his clothes, and he had no intention of sleeping.

It seems that the role of Dream Fox is much greater than they imagined.

As if he had determined something, Meng Yuntong hooked his lips and smiled, stretched out his hand to stand in the center of Nai Yuanfeng's forehead, and with his fingertips shining slightly, Meng Yuntong chuckled, trembling from the bottom of his heart, "I originally planned to use the illusion, but since I fell asleep, I felt it in the dream..."

As soon as the words fell, Meng Yuntong's fingertips condensed a faint blue butterfly, and slowly flew towards the desk where Nai Yuanfeng often wrote with a slender tail tip, stopping on a wooden box, and the slight pause dissipated in an instant.

Meng Yuntong glanced at the wooden box, and when he saw that the spell had begun to take effect, he dodged and left.

The dark clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, the bright moon fell on the side of the sky a little strangely, but it flickered brightly and darkly, as if it was going to disappear into the sky in the next moment, the whole sky appeared with the dissipation of the dark clouds, and for a time the stars were clustered in the sky, and the same day as the bright moon, this unusual night, destined to be unpeaceful.

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