Zhu Luan didn't know if she really wanted to see his face in her heart.

Her curiosity is a little weaker than that of a normal person, because she has understood since she was a child that it is better to not know some things.

There was a cold touch from the knuckle of the fingertip mask, and Zhu Luan quietly stared at the man in front of him.

A young grandmaster with mysteries all over his body.

She didn't have this person in her memories of her previous life.

And now, as long as she moves her fingers, even if his background is a mystery, at least the first mystery can be revealed.

Maybe when she saw his face, she could remember something, maybe she could guess which country he was, whether it was her own compatriot, or ...... own enemies.

Zhu Luan remembered in a trance the legend that the Queen of Heaven had told her when she was a child, if you meet an immortal wearing a mask on the night of the full moon, he is actually your deceased relatives and friends, who seem to exist but do not exist, if you remove the mask, it will disappear in the moonlight.

Zhu Luan smiled, looking at the motionless man in front of him, the mask is a seal, a taboo that cannot be touched, thinking of the cold poison in his body, I don't know what kind of face is under this mask, is it that when she sees his face, this person will disappear in front of her?

At this moment, a low murmur interrupted Zhu Luan's thoughts.

"Sister...... I'm not cold......" came the man's low voice.

"Sister?" Zhu Luan's eyes widened in surprise, looked around left and right, and looked at Song Huaizhu, who was still with his eyes closed in front of him, confirming that it was the man's dream.

Under the reflection of the fire on Zhu Luan's wrist, the man's face regained a trace of blood, and the frost and snow on his eyelashes melted and turned into tiny droplets of water hanging on his eyelashes.

"I'm not cold......" The man's teeth could still be heard in his ears, but Song Huaizhu stubbornly repeated this sentence, "I'm not cold...... It's really not cold...... So don't hurt yourself for me again......"

No, no, this benevolent brother, you're about to freeze to death, okay?

Zhu Luan looked at the man in front of him whose lips were white and kept saying that he was not cold, and he was a little speechless.

But thinking of the sister he never forgot in a coma, she sighed a little.

She glanced at the man who seemed to be in a nightmare, but gritted his teeth and endured the pain to insist that he was not cold.

Sure enough, there are no normal people who can become grandmasters.

Zhu Luan looked at Song Huaizhu's masked face, hesitated for a moment, and finally retracted his hand.

Since he was wearing a mask, there was a reason why he had to do it, and if he could see his true face one day, it shouldn't be like this.

It wasn't his face that she was curious about, but who he was.

She only has a sister, not an older sister, but looking at this man's expression, it must not be a happy past.

"Sister," Zhu Luan lowered his head and muttered, "If you feel cold, just say you're cold......"

But after thinking about it, she couldn't say that she was hurting, and she felt that she was not qualified to say anything about this man.

"I'm not cold." A man's calm voice sounded in his ears.

"That's why people are almost frozen, and they say that they are not cold...... Well? Zhu Luan raised his head while muttering, but met a pair of quiet eyes.

Song Huaizhu's eyes were hidden under the mask, locking her firmly.

Zhu Luan immediately put the hand that was originally leaning on his heart behind his back.

The man who had been unconscious suddenly opened his eyes, Zhu Luan was surprised for a moment, and then immediately regained his composure, and moved his body back, widening the distance between the two.

"You're awake," Zhu Luan said as he looked at him.

Song Huaizhu's eyes looked at her for a moment, and there was a trace of tiredness in his voice, "What are you doing?" ”

"I didn't do anything," Zhu Luan smiled slightly, "When I was walking in the evening, I saw a tree falling down here, so I came over to take a look, and I happened to see you here." ”

"I didn't expect you to wake up just after I came over," Zhu Luan said seriously, "Song Gongzi, if you want to sleep, it's better to go to a place where you can shelter from the wind and rain." ”

"Walking?" Song Huaizhu's misty eyes were filled with unknown emotions, and he lowered his head and looked down on Zhu Luan's feet with only brocade socks, and said lazily, "Take a walk without shoes?" ”

Zhu Luan nodded, smiling without saying a word.

Song Huaizhu's gaze moved to her hand again, and Zhu Luan followed his gaze and found that he was still holding the long knife in his hand, and immediately leaned over and inserted the knife back into the scabbard on his waist with a thud.

"What is this doing?" Song Huaizhu said lightly.

"I can't wake you up, so I want to use this to try it," Zhu Luan said, "But you will wake up if it comes in handy," a faint smile appeared on the woman's face, "The timing of waking up was just right, and I was stabbed one less." ”

"Yes," Song Huaizhu closed his eyes, released his hand that was holding the ground, and straightened up holding the ground.

The huge True Yuan that was originally released was all wiped out in an instant, like a monstrous wave disappearing in an instant.

This kind of fine adjustment and absolute control of internal qi, no matter how many times you watch it, will still make people's hearts shocked.

What's even more terrifying is that he has just regained consciousness before he regains such control.

Looking at the pale man in front of him, Zhu Luan was sure that he had not fully recovered and was still being tortured by cold poison.

This is not only talent, but also the willpower.

The man who had just fallen into a coma seemed to only appear in a dream, and the man in front of him had once again turned back into the impermeable young grandmaster.

"By the way, what's wrong with you? The whole body was swishing with cold air. Are you sick and need to see a doctor? Zhu Luan raised his eyes and looked at Song Huaizhu and asked.

Song Huaizhu shook his head, did not answer Zhu Luan's words, was silent for a long time, and suddenly said, "Are you injured?" ”

Zhu Luan's hand behind his back shook slightly.

She deeply doubted whether this person had done something to her, and she could always find her injuries first.

Zhu Luan narrowed his eyes and raised his eyes to look at Song Huaizhu.

"There is a smell of blood," sensing Zhu Luan's gaze, Song Huaizhu looked at her, his eyes fell on the hand behind her back, and he paused and continued, "Your blood." ”

Are you a police dog?

Zhu Luan moved the hand behind her back, the cut she had just made was relatively shallow, confirming that her blood had burned out.

She breathed a sigh of relief, shook her hands behind her back, shook off her sleeves, withdrew her hands as if nothing had happened, and raised her hand to pull the hair from her cheeks behind her ears.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Zhu Luan smiled, "I just wanted to wake you up, but the moment I touched you, I was repulsed by your True Yuan and spat blood." ”

"Where's the blood?" Song Huaizhu asked.

Is it possible not to get to the bottom of it at this time?

The two of us are obviously half a catty against eight taels.

"Swallow it," Zhu Luan smiled at Song Huaizhu, "So I don't understand what you were talking about just now." ”

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