Chapter 8: Strange Cherry Blossom Patterns

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Her eyes were cold, and she pointed to the bowl of medicine on the table: "You four, drink that bowl of medicine!" ”

It was the medicinal soup that Wei Chiya was originally going to use to pour the night clearing.

Wei Chiya turned his head to look at the entourage beside him, and pushed it over: "Don't go drink it yet!" ”

"Whoever doesn't drink it doesn't want to live."

Wei Chiya's eyes widened in horror, and he rushed over, picked up the bowl of medicine, and took a big sip.

The other three attendants, too, divided it and drank it.

Seeing them drink a bowl of medicinal soup at night, the bewitching cold glow in the corners of their eyes became more and more moving.

Without saying a word, she walked out of the room.

Then close the door and lock it.

That bowl of medicine is not poison, just a medicine that makes women obedient.

She just let a few of them eat the consequences and try the effects of the medicine.

Ye Qingluo didn't leave immediately, and was about to go to a certain room to find a set of clothes to change into, when suddenly a black shadow passed in front of him.

There was no hostility, and Ye Qingluo did not panic.

When I looked at it, I saw Ah Feng half-kneeling on the ground, holding a set of red dresses in both hands.

"You ......"

"Miss Nightseven, please change your clothes." Ah Feng's voice was cold, and he said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

He...... Why didn't you leave with Di Moxuan?

As soon as she wanted to ask, Ah Feng stuffed the red robe into her hand, and disappeared into the air.

"......" Nima, a colder rhythm than her.

Did Emperor Moxuan send him to bring him clothes?

Holding his clothes, Ye Qingluo's body quickly moved in the inn and found a room where no one was around.

The elixir that Di Moxuan fed her worked in minutes.

Now her body has no injuries.

Moreover, the condensed Xuanxin jade block in her heart constantly transmits her endless power......

This...... It was the Xuanxin Jade that Emperor Moxuan made for her, the Xuanxin Jade...... Can it also be manufactured?

I couldn't figure it out, Ye Qingluo simply didn't think about those brain-burning things first, and took off the blood-stained white robe on his body.

After wiping all the blood stains on his body, Ye Qingluo put on this complicated set of clothes with his memory and the instinct of this body.

In the room, there is a bronze mirror.

Ye Qingluo looked at the people in the mirror and couldn't help but sigh.

Is she a resurrection of a corpse, or is she reincarnated?

This face, like her original face, is exactly the same.

The facial features are delicate and beautiful, the curved thin eyebrows, the watery eyes, and the narrow corners of the eyes outline the natural arc, which is extraordinarily enchanting, adding a bit of charm to this pure face.

Hey......

Between the eyebrows, there seems to be something?

Ye Qingluo approached the bronze mirror, stretched out his hand and touched his eyebrows, and faintly saw a red trace, like a ...... A small horn of a petal.

But after rubbing it, I looked closely, and the eyebrows were as white as snow, and there was nothing.

Is she dazzled and hallucinating?

No, how did she feel as if her hallucinations were getting worse......

How could she see a circle of pink patterns on her arm?

This shape...... It looks a bit like cherry blossoms!

Ye Qingluo rubbed it with his hand, and the pattern was still there.

I rubbed my eyes, and the pattern was still there.

Isn't it a hallucination?

Why didn't she remember that she still had such a birthmark on herself?

Rubbing and rubbing, suddenly a small voice came into my ears: "Little girl, little girl, don't rub, don't rub ......"

The sudden sound made Ye Qingluo's eyes suddenly darken, and a sharp light swept through his eyes.

"Who!"

She glanced around vigilantly, and the killing intent that burst out of her eyes was fully revealed.

"Little girl, don't look so ugly, take it easy, let's communicate slowly." The voice was close, so close, as if it were standing in front of me.

But you can't see half a figure in the night.