"It's just that compared with ordinary people, he is more restrained, but it is only a matter of time before he changes his mind, and for me, it is not a problem at all."

With that, Ruan Yuehua stood up and took a few steps towards the center of the pavilion, as if she was deliberately opening up a distance from Murong Yin.

Murong Yin sneered in his heart: It's just a shallow woman who can barely have a foothold in the palace by clinging to herself, and she dares to be so presumptuous in front of herself, she really doesn't know how thick the sky is.

But this kind of person also has the advantage that it is easier to handle than those smart guys. But it was still a little difficult to make Murong Yin swallow this breath alive.

"Since you are so capable, why did you put a heel on my father before?" Murong Yin deliberately brought up this topic that made her uncomfortable, and sure enough, he saw a trace of panic on Ruan Yuehua's face with satisfaction.

"That's just that I didn't want to spend my youth on a bad old man, so I didn't use my killer weapon." Ruan Yuehua coughed lightly unconsciously, trying to find her own field.

"I know very well that the courtyard of this palace still relies on Han Yufeng in the end, and now that I have made her believe in me again, what I want to do next is not as I want."

"As long as there is that treasure in my hand, who wants to make me die, it's not a matter of convenience, where is the need for you to worry about these things here, and you still want to make fun of me."

As she spoke, Ruan Yuehua's face showed a look of disdain for Murong Yin.

She can be regarded as restrained, so as not to speak too ugly, but it is enough to make the anger in Murong Yin's heart surge.

A few days ago, she was lying in the dust like a lost dog, and if it weren't for her own shot, she wouldn't know when she died, and there would be such a shot in front of her.

But there is one thing, she can have this confidence. Murong Yin scolded Ruan Yuehua with disdain in his heart, and then thought about it again.

Ruan Yuehua has a very strange spice in his hand, and the taste is also very peculiar. She made this spice into a sachet, wore it on her body, and dangled it in front of Han Yufeng every day. In just two or three days, Han Yufeng's attitude towards her has been greatly reversed.

Murong Yu was only busy with things outside, and he rarely cared about any movements in the palace, so he didn't notice any changes in Han Yufeng, which also gave Murong Yin and the two of them convenience.

And although Murong Yin and Ruan Yuehua are now in a cooperative relationship, they both have their own ghosts. Ruan Yuehua wanted to step on Murong Yin to climb to a high position, and Murong Yin also used her in turn, but now he was eyeing the spice on Ruan Yuehua's body.

If this spice really has such an effect, then he will not have to worry about disobedience when he speaks to others in the future.

"Then, according to what you say, wouldn't you have this sachet and change it to anyone? So this sachet is really peculiar, where did you collect the spices inside? ”

Murong Yin politely echoed her, but she kept paying attention to the spices.

"What is this for, you ask? It's just me in the mountains and forests

I don't know the place. Ruan Yuehua denied it, but looking at her expression, it was obvious that she was hiding something.

Murong Yin's eyes unconsciously became a little gloomy when they touched her stiff face.

"Besides, even if you don't have this spice, is it possible, doesn't Childe think that my appearance is not enough to do such a trivial thing?" Ruan Yuehua quietly hid the sachet into her sleeve and said casually.

This was originally used to divert attention, but Murong Yin knew it in his heart, but he still let these words play its role.

There are many beauties in the world, and there are also many enchantresses who have brought disaster to the country and the people in history, and she Ruan Yuehua can only be regarded as slightly better than ordinary life, so she dares to make such a big statement, which really makes Murong Yin feel extremely funny.

"Naturally not, Miss Ruan's country is beautiful and fragrant, and she must be deserved." Murong Yin stood up and arched his hand, not knowing whether he was sincere or sarcastic, Ruan Yuehua suddenly snorted softly from his nose like a big rooster with his head up.

"Then the next thing, please work harder, don't live up to my son's expectations of you."

"Childe, please watch." Ruan Yuehua didn't notice the twists and turns in Murong Yin's words, and naively thought it was just literal.

Getting such a reaction from Ruan Yuehua, Murong Yin didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing for a while, and even some began to regret why he wanted to become an ally with such a stupid person.

Outside Yanwu City, Murong Lin got Murong Yu's help, took the token and rushed to the bamboo forest, and called several masters of various kinds to go to Luofeng Mountain together.

At the same time, Gu Zeyuan in the city was responsible for sweeping the tail, and Zhang Fengyu had to deal with the heavy rumors and rumors, and he had to patrol around, which could not be said to be hard. Although the three of them have not discussed, they can be regarded as having a good understanding and cooperating with each other appropriately.

On Qiyun Mountain, Feng Xiaoyue was almost attacked by a fat bird when she observed the water flow of the canyon last time, and she still has some lingering palpitations, and has been staying in the wooden house on the mountain wall for the past few days, rarely going out.

Looking at the sunrise and sunset outside the canyon, Feng Xiaoyue was almost unable to tell how many days and nights she had spent on this cliff. Basheng went out hunting every day, and when he came back, he saw Feng Xiaoyue leaning against the bamboo door unwillingly.

He was worried, but he didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only squat side by side on the small wooden board in front of the house that was only used for walking, like Feng Xiaoyue, holding his chin with one hand and looking up at the sky.

After a few days, Feng Xiaoyue was almost about to lose her patience, and Shu Lao took advantage of the hunting kung fu that went out in Basheng to come again.

"Tree Boss, but the forest mechanism can be opened?" Feng Xiaoyue was still sitting lifeless in the corner of the bed at first, and when she saw the tree coming over, she immediately recovered her spirits.

Shu Lao put down the wild fruit he carried with him as a gift and nodded. "Not bad. At midnight, the mechanism of the forest labyrinth will be opened, and a long passage will appear in the middle of the forest, which will isolate all the miasma in the forest and allow people to pass through it safely. ”

"It's just that the time is relatively short, only a quarter of an hour, if you miss today, I don't know when you will wait for the next time."

After hearing Elder Shu's words, Feng Xiaoyue was happy in her heart, but she couldn't help but rise

There was a faint melancholy. "Thank you so much for coming to tell me, but you chose to come here at this time, don't you plan to tell the Eight Voices Child?"

"No, it's just that I just figured out the time, so I hurried over so as not to forget." After the tree elder explained, he counted the thoughts as if they were scattered.

"He gets along with you day and night these days, how deep the relationship is, if I dare to send you away behind his back, won't he always hold grudges in the future, so that the old man will not do such a thankless thing."

"What's more, this forest is several kilometers long, and without the help of Ba Sheng, do you think you can walk out in a quarter of an hour with your foot strength?"

Although it sounds a little underestimated, what Elder Shu said is indeed right. Feng Xiaoyue laughed embarrassedly twice, "That's right, the old man is thoughtful, and the younger generation can't reach it." Will you take this opportunity to let Childe come out for a walk? ”

"It's not time yet." The tree elder muttered a few words in a low voice, as if he was talking to himself.

"Okay, now that it's time for you, you can pack up your things yourself, don't forget those important pieces of bark, if they fall here, no one will send them to you."

"Thank you, Elder Shu." Feng Xiaoyue nodded in response, and then Shu Lao left the wooden house in the same posture as when they met for the first time.

No matter how many times she watched it, Feng Xiaoyue was very amazed by the climbing skills of the people here. In fact, Feng Xiaoyue was selfish, and she still wanted to inquire about how to calculate the cycle of the disappearance of the forest maze.

It's just that this is the secret of this place, and it is also an important part of protecting this paradise from being discovered by outsiders.

After thinking about it, Feng Xiaoyue gave up this idea.

At night, it was still early in the early spring, but the temperature was much warmer than before. When Feng Xiaoyue came by herself, the somewhat tattered cloak carefully wrapped the two pieces of bark on which he had drawn a pattern, and stood on the edge of the cliff with the three of them, quietly waiting for the moonlight to come in.

Eight Voices put his hands in his trouser pockets, his long fluffy hair was tied up, and only two or three broken hairs swayed in the night breeze.

He likes to be noisy the most on weekdays, but today he didn't say a word. Feng Xiaoyue pursed her mouth, looking at his appearance, she was very worried about whether he was angry.

But there are always moments when people are separated, and it is a good thing for him to feel it earlier, before he is really allowed to step into the outside world. Feng Xiaoyue closed her mouth tightly, and she couldn't bear to go up to comfort her.

Holding a long cane in one hand, the tree elder stood at the front, staring at the dark forest in front of him with his eyes, and he didn't know what he was looking at.

After a while, the dark clouds in the sky receded, and a white moonlight penetrated through the crack in the top of the mountain, and sprinkled on the top of the forest tree in front of the three of them.

Almost at the same moment that the light arrived, the miasma in the forest squeezed to both sides at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it had been blown by a strong wind, and it was extremely cruel and vividly cut a hole.

"When the time comes, Basheng, take the Wind Girl, and when I speak, run behind me."