Feng Yan stopped suddenly, and Liulang also stopped.

"Sister?"

"Rokuro, you go back first."

Liulang hesitated a little, Feng Yan's tone was completely different from before, he didn't know what was happening, but he still insisted, "...... I can't leave my sister here alone, otherwise how will I explain to my mother and them when the time comes-"

"I've been in the Wei family for the past few days, if my mother asks, you can answer like this."

"But Peach Blossom guards it so strictly—"

"I have a way to get in." Feng Yan replied in a very low voice, "Liulang doesn't have to worry about me...... Tomorrow, tomorrow I will send you a letter......"

With that, Feng Yan turned around again and ran briskly in the night.

Liulang stood in place, looking at Feng Yan's back as he left.

It seems that in the three years since he left home, there are far more people who have changed dramatically than the seventh sister......

My sister is like, a different person.

……

Feng Yan followed the guidance of the past and found another entrance to the Wei Mansion along the street at night.

At the beginning, Di Yang appeared in the Wei family's stable covered in blood, and it was through this underground passage that the passage was very narrow, and Feng Yan had to bend down to pass.

The little paper figure stood on her shoulder, constantly instructing her to go straight or turn around, until a rope ladder finally appeared in front of her, and the manhole cover at the end of the rope ladder was connected to the night sky, Feng Yan raised her head, and saw that her head poked out.

"Ma'am!"

Feng Yan climbed up the rope ladder to the mouth of the well, and even stretched out his hand to her, dragging her to the ground with all his might.

"Ma'am, are you alright?"

"I'm fine...... What about chastity? ”

"The adults will come back in the evening, and go back to the small building alone, and I will show you the way."

Feng Yan immediately got up, facing the long-lost Wei Mansion in front of her, she felt a long-lost cordiality.

When he was still a dozen steps away from Xiaolou, the person carrying the lamp suddenly stopped, and he handed the lamp to Feng Yan, Feng Yan was puzzled, and he explained, "The adults said that no one can be allowed to approach the Xiaolou these days, and a few of us are too-but I guess, it shouldn't include Mrs.?" ”

"Why? Was he badly injured? ”

"Hurt ......?" He blinked, "...... Got an adult? ”

"How's the guy when he comes back in the evening?"

"That's it...... It's the same old way. ”

Feng Yan was stunned, "Nothing is wrong?" ”

He shook his head.

Feng Yan frowned, "Okay, I know......"

She breathed a sigh of relief, and after saying goodbye, she ran towards the small building with the lantern.

Maybe it's because I'm thinking too much, after all, Du Weifeng also said in the afternoon that there should be nothing to do on Xingzhen's side......

"Xingzhen?"

It was dark in the small building, and Feng Yan lit the lamp in the house.

She saw some candlesticks scattered on the floor, as if someone had accidentally knocked them down, and the tables and chairs were not squared as before.

Feng Yan quickly realized something—even after entering the house, she didn't feel like Wei Xingzhen was nearby.

The small building was deserted, as if she was the only one.

Feng Yan took the lamp to the bedroom in the middle and looked at it, the bed was empty, and the place where she and Wei Xingzhen read and wrote on weekdays was also empty, only the flickering lamp in her hand pulled a faint shadow behind Feng Yan.

"Ah Yan......?"

A faint voice came from the attic, Feng Yan almost immediately recognized it as Wei Xingzhen's voice, she went up the stairs, and soon saw that Wei Xingzhen was lying there on the low floor where she usually took a lunch break alone, he seemed to have just woken up, and sat up with his upper body half-propped up.

He stifled the demonic energy on his body with unprecedented strength, but the little pain he alleviated was only a drop in the bucket compared to the torture caused by the demon suppression nail.

The power of the Demon Suppression Nail far exceeded Wei Xingzhen's expectations, and it was difficult for him to understand why there was such a thing in Middle Earth, where monsters were not prevalent.

"It's really you......" Wei Xingzhen sat up, "There are so many people outside, how did you get in." ”

Feng Yan suddenly had a sour nose, she didn't say a word, walked over and hugged him.

His hands and the back of his neck were still the same, and he couldn't see anything unusual at all, but if he gazed at it with his spiritual sense, he could see the golden demon suppression nail piercing deep into it.

Wei Xingzhen's forehead was covered with sweat, and Feng Yan heard his breathing with all his strength restrained, and suddenly understood that he had probably deceived everyone during the day.

"Didn't you hear me?" Feng Yan asked casually.

Wei Xingzhen shook his head, his eyes were always closed, but his brows were tightly wrinkled in one place, and even the slightest snort seemed painful.

Feng Yan held Wei Xingzhen's hand, and tears fell down one by one.

"Don't cry." Wei Xingzhen once again wiped away Feng Yan's tears with the back of her fingers, "Three days, it will pass quickly." ”

Feng Yan shook her head, she turned on her spiritual sense, concentrated all her spiritual power in the palm of her hand, and then gently covered the back of Wei Xingzhen's hand.

Wei Xingzhen sighed, "Ah Yan...... What was done? ”

"I heard from the Heavenly Master that monks can relieve pain with spiritual power." Feng Yan said softly, "I'll try it with my spiritual power...... Are you feeling better? ”

"Hmm." Wei Xingzhen still closed her eyes and raised her eyebrows with relief, "It's much better......"

"Then you lie down." Feng Yan said in a low voice, "Turn around." ”

Wei Xingzhen obediently complied, and Feng Yan hugged his body from behind.

The palms of Feng Yan's two hands were respectively covered the back of Wei Xingzhen's hands, and her forehead was gently pressed against the back of his neck.

Hearing Wei Xingzhen's slow and long breath, Feng Yan understood that she had done the right thing, but after a while, the left arm that was leaning on Wei Xingzhen's pillow was a little numb, and she had to readjust her posture.

Before she could lie down again, Feng Yan felt the person in her arms suddenly lighten and be replaced by a fluffy fox, the size of a normal fox—Feng Yan could hold both of its paws with one hand.

She hugged her fox tighter.

Wei Xingzhen was very weak tonight, so weak that she was like an ordinary person, and occasionally when the night wind was strong, Feng Yan felt that Xiaolou was like a small boat carrying her and Wei Xingzhen, floating in the endless waves.

She could even feel the breath of those peach blossom guards who were far away from the family house - the peace brought by Wei Xingzhen in the past suddenly disappeared at this moment.

All night, Feng Yan was using her spiritual power to relieve Wei Xingzhen's pain.

At dawn, Wei Xingzhen seemed to have finally fallen asleep, but Feng Yan was getting more and more awake.

She leaned against the fox's back, but what she remembered was Sun Youwei's face.

As long as you are still in this framework, as long as you still want to sing this play as it was before, there are some rules that cannot be bypassed.

Whether you run away or stay, there is a price.

Between completely surrendering and completely breaking free, Sun Youwei probably didn't think about leaving her a third option at all.

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Merry Christmas everyone!

Today is the only one, I'll take a break!