Until nightfall, Mu Lingjiu did not put down the book in his hand.

"Hiss~" Suddenly there was the sound of a snake spitting red blood, and Mu Ling's nine eyes moved out of the book, and he looked coldly at the windowsill.

But it was empty, not to mention snakes, and there were no mosquitoes.

Suddenly, an ominous premonition churned in her heart.

"Huh?" She instantly felt a pain in her arm, and the feeling was like a cold needle stabbing into the flesh, extremely uncomfortable.

Rolling up his sleeves, his thin arms were as white as snow, without any unusual scars.

Mode, a large patch of purple appeared on his arm.

？？？

What's going on?

Before a single thought could arise, his head was blank, his body was limp, and he was unconscious.

"Well, my dear host, it's time to believe that you are the only heroine!"

In the dark night, a girl in a black robe, covering her body and head, was standing above the roof, and beside her was a black finch spirit, the scene was once strange and dark.

The corners of the girl's mouth hooked up a sneer.

"Hmmm! It seems that this woman just has a good skin, and there is no immortal light of the heroine. ”

"Card Zero, I'm relieved!" After saying that, the girl and the black bird disappeared directly into the night.

And Chang San, who witnessed all the Chang San, was stunned in place, who was the black-robed man hanging in the air??? What happened to Pastoral Nine? What heroine Immortal Light?? And the scary thing is who is the man talking to? Card what zero?

Chang San, who stayed for a while, remembered the pastoral nine who fell in the house.

After teleporting into the house, half-crouch down to check on her.

“！！” What's going on? No breathing! Did the black-robed man do it? But he didn't make a move when he saw him! Chang San only feels that the back is cool and cool.

Imperial Palace

Chang San directly carried Mu Ling Jiu to the Imperial Mansion. Anyway, she is the person the master asked him to protect, and she has to die to see the corpse! Alas! It's a pity! The master boiled the frog in warm water, but failed to boil her to death, but was taken by others first.

When Emperor Qianchen saw the silent Mu Ling Jiu, that face instantly became extremely terrifying, and the aura around him was like Satan, and there was a dead silence.

If you dare to look at Di Qianchen closely, you will find that one of his eyes has actually turned golden. The corners of his forehead flickered with small patterns that he couldn't see clearly.

"Asked you to protect her, that's how you did your mission? Well? Emperor Qianchen's body exuded a powerful aura, and he directly flew Chang San out of the door.

Even the house they were in was a bit crumbling.

"Find out who the black-robed man is before the sun comes out, if you can't find out, you'll die!"

"Yes! Master! Chang San, who had already fallen to the ground and vomited blood, still endured the pain and responded half-squatting. He knew that the master was already kind to him, and according to the master's temper, it used to be a pillar of incense, but what he couldn't understand was why the master's mood fluctuated so much. Alas! Poor Chang San is an idiot, no doubt!

After Chang San left, Di Qianchen forced himself to calm down.

Then he carefully picked up Mu Lingjiu and put him on the bed, and his movements were as gentle as protecting a treasure.

His eyes drooped with a little pity.

Who did this girl offend, on the surface it seems that she is indeed dead, but fortunately, her soul is still there.

After putting Mu Ling Jiu on the bed, Di Qianchen also sat up, facing her, held her hand, and injected a steady stream of spiritual power into her body, and then, a golden round bead appeared between Di Qianchen's forehead, and the gold bead was divided into two, half of which entered Mu Ling Jiu's forehead, and half of it re-entered his forehead.

Pastoral Nine, from now on, your life will only belong to me, not to heaven.

Mu Lingjiu felt like she was in a dream, and in the dream, a man took her hand and laughed and told her not to forget him.

The man's face was shrouded in a blurred mist, and when her fingertips were about to touch his face, Di Qianchen appeared next to her, domineeringly saying that her life belonged to him.

……

"Hmm......" When it was dawn, Mu Lingjiu also opened his eyes.

"Huh!" When she turned her head and saw Di Qianchen's perfect face, she was stunned......