"You'd better not talk and not talk." Tracey stiffened with a solemn brow.

"You, you don't have the qualifications to negotiate with me." The woman's eyes were full of pride, she raised her chin, and was about to continue talking, when she suddenly saw a figure approaching, her eyes were cold, and she dragged Tris towards the bed.

Creak......

When the door was pushed open, the curtain on the bed suddenly fell.

"Tracey?" The spirit pushed the door in, and the dark room was silent, and after looking at it curiously, he walked in.

She looked at the closed doors and windows in confusion, obediently, why did it make it so dark.

After a moment's sweep of her gaze, she looked at the bed, surrounded by layers of curtains, and she lifted her steps and slowly approached the front.

"Trace, are you inside? It's not like crying and fainting. ”

"Spirit... Ling'er, I'm fine, I'm just a little uncomfortable. Trissy, who was choked by the woman's neck, shook her head with tears in her eyes and said loudly.

She looked at the sharp blade in the hand of the woman beside her, and slowly approached the curtain.

The heart is even more panicked.

"It doesn't matter, I'll see." When Jiling heard her say that she was uncomfortable, she was even more worried, and she was about to open the curtain.

The corner of the woman's eyes flashed, and the bed was extremely depressed, and she had already moved to kill.

Tracey held her breath and looked at the hand that was slowly stretched out as it was reflected in the curtain.

Outside, the spirit was completely unaware of the danger inside, and was just about to lift the curtain forward, and moved to the side, but he didn't know what he stepped on, his foot slipped, and he almost fell.

"What." She muttered and bent down to see what had stepped on what. Could it be that he slid under the bed, and the spirit leaned down, lay on the ground, and stretched out his hand to touch under the bed.

In the bed, the woman let go of Tracy, put her shoulder a little, one hand slowly lifted the curtain, her eyes were full of murderous intent, and the tip of the knife in her hand slowly stabbed towards the spirit of the unknown situation.

The spirit squinted, and when his fingertips finally touched something cold, a smile appeared on his face. "It's a bottle."

She suddenly let out a sound and got up from the ground.

The woman looked panicked, and flashed into the curtain again.

"Trissy, what's in this bottle?" With his back to the bed, he looked down at the medicine bottle in his hand, shook it, and sniffed it with the tip of his nose.

Inside the curtain, one foot slowly stepped down.

The woman's face was cold, and she held the blade of her knife and quietly approached the woman who appeared in the room and refused to go out.

"Don't!" Tracey was caught in the point, she couldn't shout, her eyes were eager to look at the unaware danger, and her heart kept screaming.

The woman, slowly, approached, as she raised her blade high and stabbed her in the neck.

Downstairs, there was a burst of hypocritical male voices.

"Death parasitic, if you don't come down to help me get something, I'm tired to death......"

"Here we are." When Jiling heard Hua Wuji's voice, his attention was diverted, and he put the medicine bottle in his hand on the table casually, and flashed out of the door like the wind.

"You'd better keep your mouth shut!" When the woman saw that the man had run away, she put away the blade and opened Tracy's hole with her fingers in the air.

When he finished speaking, he flew out of the window.

"Hey!" Tracey's pale face was covered with cold sweat before she ...... Fang was almost killed by her.

And at this moment, the screams downstairs suddenly sounded and penetrated in.

"Hua Wuji, why are you buying so many clothes!"

"Wear it......"

"Ah, losers, my silver taels, I knew I wouldn't let you go."

"Why are you so stingy, do you know that the girl's family wants to be generous."

"Hua Wuhime, you're talking about giving it a try."

As soon as they heard this earth-shattering movement, the two of them began to make a big fuss again.

Once Tracey had her composure, she stepped out of the bed with her feet limp, straightened her messy hair, and walked out.

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The night of the Nine Kings Mansion is as cool as water, the candlelight in the wide white jade dormitory is swaying, the drizzle and snow outside the delicate window are slanting, and the rain is quietly dripping down the back of the dormitory, and a circle of ripples is released on the ground, like sighing and retaining.

Ran Xuexiao gently coaxed the little person to sleep, she leaned over to extinguish the candle, pushed open the window, sat on the chair in front of the window with her knees crossed, and stared at the rain and snow flying outside the window.

During the day, Tracey's words were always in her ears.

Could it really be as the man in white said before, she is Nangong Qingwan, not the beloved woman in Feng Xie's mouth - Ran Xuexiao?

Her heart is really messed up.

"Master, the princess has rested." Outside the dormitory, Fu Han stood with his hands in his hands, and when Feng Xie came over, he reported Ran Xue's words with a smile as truthful.

He and Xiaobai really watched her during the day and guarded her at night.

Ran Xue smiled and swept her eyes towards the door of the hall, her heart beating a drum, she was not sure if such a rejection would leave the Phoenix Evil.

But at this time, she really didn't want to see him.

Outside the hall, there seemed to be no sound.

"Is he gone?" Ran Xue stood up with a puzzled smile, walked barefoot on the jade ground, walked towards the palace door, her little face was attached to the cold temple door, her curly eyelashes trembled, and she listened carefully to the movement outside the hall.

It's been quiet for a while, and it's really gone?

A gloomy look flashed in her beautiful eyes, how could she feel uncomfortable in the bottom of her heart when she left so lightly.

Pouting, he walked towards the bed.

"It's gone, isn't it to her liking?" Her slender body shrank into the futon, the quilt covered her little face, and she shrunk herself into the bed.

The night is getting cooler and cooler.

The rain and snow outside the dormitory have gradually stopped.

Suddenly, a touch of red clothes flashed into the quiet dormitory.

The enchanting phoenix demon walked lightly towards the person on the bed, and when he saw her quiet sleeping face, his eyes flashed with a hint of pampering, and his tall body sat down beside her.

"You really shouldn't let your husband go out, tonight is to refuse to be a husband, how should you toss your husband in the future?" The slender and slightly cool fingertips gently swept over the person's white forehead, slowly descending, gently sweeping her upturned eyelashes, as well as the slightly entrenched lip flaps.

"Hmm." The person felt that someone was disturbing her dream, but she was still immersed in her sleep, and she only raised her little hand in the air in a daze and waved it in the air to express her little protest.

In the fog of consciousness, the corners of her mouth were hooked, as if she had dreamed of something beautiful.

"Laughing so happily." The corners of Feng Xie's lips showed an inertial demonic smile again, and his fingers pinched the person's nose.

"Don't make a fuss!" Ran Xue smiled and frowned slightly, turned over lazily, and turned her slender back to the man, when Feng Xie continued to disturb her, a sentence of the person's unconscious whisper made him lose the smile on his bewitching face, and his eyes were gloomy and terrifying, "Clear...", she muttered, and her lips outlined a beautiful arc. continued to fall asleep, unaware that the man behind her was furious and wanted to kill because of a dream word that she had inadvertently overflowed.