Regarding this result, Jiu'er didn't know whether to be disappointed or what.

"Can you ask again?"

Fan Meng shook his head: "But..."

Jiu'er raised her eyebrows, "But what?" ”

Fan Meng looked at Jiu'er seriously, carefully recalling the moment when the yin spirit dissipated, "But it was very excited to see you, and the sentence that it had repeated stiffly before also sped up a lot, as if it wanted to say something to you." ”

Jiu'er keenly captured the key point in Fan Meng's words, "What did he say?"

"In my bag."

Jiu'er's eyes moved downward, and Zhongli looked at the pocket next to Fan Meng's clothes, and Fan Meng's cold face threw a rare roll of the eyes, "I'm not talking about this, I'm talking about that." ”

Jiu'er smiled awkwardly, and then repeated in confirmation, "In my bag?" ”

"Hmm."

"The tone of this kind of narrative is mostly that someone asks him what he is, and he answers, and a dead man repeats this sentence until he dies, indicating that he did not say these words at that time and died, and he did not blink his eyes to death, and he was thinking about it subconsciously."

Thinking so in his mind, but his mouth said it involuntarily, Fan Meng immediately nodded and said, "I think so too, but the clothes he is wearing have long been unable to see any bags, and I have also checked the surroundings, but no." ”

"Tomorrow we can take a look around, anyway, this proves that my uncle has been here before, and it is probably the most recent one, so we can rest assured."

Jiu'er was noncommittal, and there was no other way to think about it at this time, "Okay, you guys should rest first." ”

Zhongli stretched, "Don't say it, I'm really tired, I haven't slept in bed for a long time." ”

The two left one after another, found a bedroom and lay down, Zhongli asked, "Did you say that smiling tiger has taken a fancy to Jiu'er?" "Otherwise, why are you so diligent.

Fan Meng blinked, and said without thinking much, "Even if you look at it, it will end up without a problem." ”

"It makes sense, Jiu'er's IQ and EQ are not in the same line, so I haven't heard her say that she has a good impression of anyone."

"It's not Jiu'er."

Zhongli looked confused, "What do you mean?" ”

"She can't be anyone but her master."

Jiu'er didn't know anything about this, closed the door and sat on the bed again, but Zero Five suddenly came to mind in his mind.

What she might know.

Inexplicably irritable, what Jiu'er regrets most at this moment is that she didn't open the letter that Long Yan asked her to bring, and her parents kept silent about them, indicating that things are not so simple, which indirectly proves the danger.

Finally reunited, in a few days after the good days of Cheng Huan's knees, if there is any danger to my parents...

Jiu'er didn't dare to think about it.

Rubbing her already messy hair, her white hand was black when she fell, and she couldn't smell the strange smell on her body, but following these three people, Jiu'er still wanted to endure it for two days to clean herself up.

As for the automatic blocking of the image and taste, she is definitely not the only one who is bad at this moment.

Thinking like this, she finally convinced herself, looked down at the ten slender and beautiful fingers, and unexpectedly shifted her gaze to the ancient ring that emitted a ghostly light in the dark night, which was obviously not suitable for her type, but it was inexplicably suitable for wearing it, and it didn't make people feel weird at all.

"Song Jue..."

The climate of the space is still and will modulate the most suitable temperature for him according to the master's thoughts, and the people in the spirit pool are almost submerged in it, leaving only a dripping head with sweat, but suddenly, the face that has always been calm reveals a look of pain, and Xingye, who has been waiting on the side, is shocked and unbelievable.

Energy regurgitation, this kind of low-level mistake is never made by the owner.

Song Jue quickly retracted his heart lake that was rippling because of that soft murmur, and concentrated on the crisis in front of him, until the tyrannical air flow in his body was fiercely suppressed by him, and the pain gradually dissipated, and he slowly opened his eyes, and then looked at Xingye with a worried face.

"How's that master?"

Song Jue shook his head and got up and walked out of the spirit pool, and his casual clothes were also added in an instant, and his wet hair was also dry.

"Although the spiritual power has been suppressed, this time the foundation has been destroyed a lot, and I don't know how many hundred years it will take to nourish it before it can be restored."

Song Jue's eyes flashed slightly, and he heard Xingye say again, "Was it because of the little master just now?" ”

"Hmm." He rarely spoke.

Xingye didn't know whether he should cry with joy or not, Song Jue had already ignored it and walked away, and only after breaking off the connection with Xingye did he stand in front of a desk, on which there was a suitable pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and a woman painted on the white and flawless rice paper.

In just an instant, Song Jue's indifferent and arrogant face was crossed with gentle colors, his eyebrows and eyes were full of smiles, how could there be the image of a cold and tyrannical demon lord, and he was clearly a beautiful man who was as warm as jade.

He gently picked up the pen and re-spread a piece of paper, this is a paper product that is hard to find on the mainland, not melted, not broken, not corrupted, unless he is destroyed with aura, it has always existed, intact as before, and has always been used to create rare exercises and cheats, to hear the secret record.

There are countless treasures in the space, but in this world, Song Jue can only take out a small number of innocuous things, and the Grim Reaper has broken the rules, and the others can't be used except for him.

Heavenly rules.

Such a precious thing was used by him to paint, and only when it was painted, did Song Jue have a sense of priceless cherishment.

"What's the matter..."

The sound came from afar, clean and magnetic, and the sexual sensation made the ears pregnant.

Jiu'er still has a bad brain, she didn't respond to the temptation just now, she almost felt that the morning was actually a coincidence, but at this moment he spoke up, what should she say?

"It's nothing, I'm just confirming, you... In the ring? ”

Song Jue hummed softly, I don't know if I haven't seen anyone, the night is just right, nothingness produces beauty, she feels that Song Jue's voice is so gentle, gentle, it makes people feel a sense of happiness of being spoiled.

"Before, in Area W, I could feel someone healing me every night, and then I fell into a dangerous coma, and I didn't die when I woke up, and it was the same two nights ago, was it?"

"Hmm." When he finished speaking, he felt that he lacked words, and he was afraid that the other party would not like to speak, so he said again, "It's me." ”

Although I guessed that this was the case, I really knew the truth, Jiu'er's mood was indescribably complicated, "Did I wear the ring to protect me?" ”

"You're so stupid." If it weren't for him, he would have died a few times, and the only time he wasn't there almost caused a catastrophe, and then there was an estrangement, Jiu'er didn't feel it, but Song Jue was a little scared.

Jiu'er was speechless, and her heart was about to overflow, rippling round and round, sweet and bubbling.

I always thought it was a person, panicked and frightened, little wing step by step, only to know that I was not alone, someone had been with her and protected her, this feeling was too dependent and sinking.

"Impressed?"

Jiu'er: ...

Originally, he was moved, but when he asked it so directly, Jiu'er still shook his head stiffly, obviously the other party couldn't see this action at all, and after a while, Jiu'er realized that he was making a fool, and said at the moment, "No." ”

Song Jue frowned, and the brush that raised the outline suddenly stopped, puzzled.

Doesn't the book say that women especially want to make a promise at this time? Isn't that heroine just because she suddenly knew that a man was so good to him, and since then the two have been in love with each other, is it fake?

Seeing that Song Jue didn't speak for a long time, Jiu'er began to think about whether she was too much, and immediately changed the question and said, "How long are you going to stay inside." ”

Song Jue regained his noble expression again: "Do you want me to come out?" ”

Jiu'er was stunned, her face full of stains turned red inexplicably, what happened to this Song Jue, and suddenly his speech became...

Then it will be flirting!

It's too embarrassing to say that you want to, and it's like being coquettish when you say you don't want to, NND, how does this make her good?

But before she could figure out how to respond, the empty silence and the musty room that had not been inhabited for a long time suddenly became darker, a familiar smell hit, and male hormones poured in, Jiu'er suddenly raised her head, and the opposite was Song Jue's clean and extremely leisurely handsome face, with long straight legs that were enviable, and the aura was strong and oppressive, standing in front of him as if a confined wall, steel and iron bones, unable to push, full of security.

He suddenly smiled, "Why do you have to be so embarrassed every time." ”

It seems that the ice and snow are beginning to melt, and spring returns to the earth, warm and charming.

Jiu'er didn't feel that the so-called cheekiness collapsed and collapsed at this time, and she only felt that she was blushing and ashamed, "It's your business." Obviously, she can ignore it calmly in front of anyone.

With an obviously angry tone, Song Jue was not angry with her, and approached and sat down, "Fan Meng followed you?" ”

Jiu'er nodded, moved his position without a trace, and looked at the ring in his hand again, "This, even if you lose it, you will be fine." ”

"I'm going to die."

Jiu'er: ...

How can he break the impulse to return this thing to him in an instant?

"And when are you going to take it back?"

"Don't want me to follow you?"

Song Jue squinted, this was just a subconscious action, but Jiu'er felt a dangerous aura "No, such a big crisis, others don't know, right?" She was referring to Lian Minghan, and that person Jiu'er was most afraid of so far.

Song Jue's face softened, but the nodding action made Jiu'er a little broken, "But I just killed one of his teammates, it is definitely impossible to let me go, if you are always in my hands, what if I can't beat him?" "She can't die together?

"With me here, what are you afraid of?"

"Okay, then I'll look for you if I'm in danger, at any time?"

Song Jue nodded.

Jiu'er only felt that he was wearing a gold medal for avoiding death in the last days, the kind that he could not be afraid of even if he walked sideways, and his eyes were bright.

At this moment, Song Jue understood, it turned out that the meaning of struggle is not only to satisfy her vanity, but also to make such a person squander unscrupulously one day, as long as she laughs, she will be inexplicably satisfied.

With a "click", Song Jue's face turned black sharply.

The rumbling thunder came suddenly, a huge noise mixed with lightning pierced the night, Jiu'er got up and walked to the window to look at the sky, and couldn't figure out why there was thunder and lightning all of a sudden, could it be that the climate was changing so quickly?

"Rest well, I've got something to do."

Song Jue's face was slightly gloomy, and he forcibly suppressed the energy in his body that was about to explode, Jiu'er nodded and didn't ask much, his smile was very sweet, and Song Jue disappeared on the spot after a hum, except for the deafening thunder outside the sky, there was nothing else.