Shu Yuan's voice was slightly deep, "Not yet." ”

Qianye raised her fingers slightly, the flames around her were all extinguished, her figure blended into the night, a cold voice came from the front, accompanied by the whistling autumn wind, it seemed a little cold, "Spiritual punishment is just that, you can't die." ”

"If you want to find me, come to the guest house."

Shu Yuan's clenched fist slowly loosened, and he frowned invisibly as he looked at the figure that slowly disappeared from view.

The snake lying on the cushion raised its head leisurely and flew across the back of Shu Yuan's hand, and the scarlet snake hyacinth looked particularly dangerous in the night.

Shu Yuan's face was cold, and he thoughtfully stroked the silver ring on his index finger, and the group of snakes shuttling turned into sprouts and vines, entrenched around the sedan chair.

"Not awake yet?"

An emotionless voice pierced the cochlea's ears.

The spirit dove opened her beautiful eyes, her white fingers familiarly wrapped around Shu Yuan's shoulder, and her weak tone seemed to contain resentment, "City lord ......"

Shu Yuan's bloody eyes looked at the mist in front of him, "What do you think about the matter of Fang Cai?" ”

Ai Qianwan's attitude is really hard to guess.

"Lingjiu thinks that if she really likes Yuejun, it is understandable to ask the city lord to do so, but ......"

"But what?"

"Her attitude towards you, the city lord, is what the spirit dove is most confused about." The spirit dove's fingertips gently brushed Shu Yuan's cold outline, "The priest who inherits the orthodoxy of the blood clan, even if it is for the love of the person he loves, how can his tone be so calm when he sees a thorn in his eye?" ”

Yes.

Calm.

Even if she has seven tricks and is calculating, she can't guess why she can still hear a little bit of indulgence in Ai Qianwan's calm tone.

"If things go the wrong way, there will be demon ......" Shu Yuan clenched his fists again and said in a deep voice, "Let people keep an eye on the movement of the guest building." ”

"Yes." The dove lowered its head.

"Don't forget the purpose of this trip."

Hearing his reminder, the spirit dove showed a coquettish smile, "The city lord is relieved, the secret net has been set up, just wait for Luo Que to fly ......"

Shu Yuan hooked the corners of his mouth in satisfaction.

Dividing a few traces of soul power out, the puppet sedan chair man stiffened to prop up the sedan chair, but the marks of the flames on his face did not heal.

Seeing this, the dove crumpled the hem of her skirt with palpitations, and lay closer to Shu Yuan's arms.

……

The moment Qianye stepped into the guest building, the spiritual prohibition of the two rooms was lifted.

Yueling stayed awake all night, and ran out when she heard the movement, and saw that she was safe and sound, and for some reason, she was relieved.

Then I saw the wound on her wrist, "Is it an injury?" ”

Qianwan shook her head, "It's okay. ”

Although it does look a little creepy, and the blood stains scraped by the sprouts and vines are blurred, the wounds on the shell or anything are insignificant to the blood clan.

The only thing the Bloodlines fear.

There is only light.

"How can it be okay?" Yueling pursed her lips, "Adults come to Ling's room, can Ling bandage adults?" ”

He opened the door halfway, and when he smelled the fragrance of sencha coming from the room, he was slightly stunned, and he dragged back with the footsteps he wanted to lift, and walked in from the good stream, and even closed the door with his backhand.

In the corner of the hallway, a square handkerchief fell silently to the ground.

Yueling's room moved some of his own things, extremely plain dress, but the master's ingenuity was revealed, the azure screen, decorated with a few pots of green plums.

The simple bookshelves, piano tables, and sencha stoves in front of the window have a unique charm.

It's just that the black veil fell in the room, and only the night pearls and candles were lit, and there was a little less anger.

"What is this tea?"

Qianwan sat down, poured herself a cup, and asked Yueling who brought the medicine box.

My aunt and grandmother have been crisscrossing the heavens for nearly 10,000 years, and the tea they have drunk is more than the water of the East China Sea, but they have never tasted such a delicious tea!

East China Sea:...... Tired Liao.

Yue Lao stroked his non-existent beard with a face of vicissitudes: These presbyopia eyes have seen through too many gods, and it is embarrassing, embarrassing.

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