Look, lack of sleep, temporarily dropped the chain.

After sighing in his heart, his body fell.

Bai Ying brushed his hair away, revealing a delicate face, and walked to Zichen's side, unusually depressed, "It's really hateful!" He was about to slap his palm at Zichen, but he didn't notice that a black whirlpool appeared in the courtyard.

With a scream, the white shadow was swept into the whirlpool, and a moment later, it was thrown out again, and it fell straight out, smashing into the surrounding walls.

Maybe the quality of the wall was too good, and the white shadow spat blood, but the wall didn't move.

The whirlpool □□ again, and when the white shadow didn't react, he had already rolled the other party inside, and after a while of tearing and twisting, the white shadow threw it against the wall again, over and over again, the whirlpool seemed to have a spiritual intelligence, venting the unhappiness in his heart.

But if someone was present, they would have found that the whirlpool had been carefully protecting Zichen and had not let the whirlpool hurt Zichen a bit.

The black whirlpool carefully frowned Zichen's face, as if he was reluctant to give up, and then disappeared into nothingness.

In the deserted courtyard, there were only two people lying on the ground, and a locust tree swaying in the wind.

The breeze was blowing slowly, the sky was already dyed white, and in the deserted courtyard, a young man in purple was lying on the ground, and from time to time leaves blew on her face, making her itch for a while.

The sleeping person frowned slightly, how could someone always beat him while sleeping. When she opened her eyes, she saw the sky that had already brightened, and her whole body was stunned, and the next moment she was already standing up.

What about the white shadow?

She clearly remembered that there was a white shadow in this deserted courtyard, and then she fainted.

Thinking of this, she scolded secretly, she was really careless, and she would be plotted by someone. Where does the alertness as a killer go?

looked around, but found that the entire courtyard was empty, and there were still any white shadow ghosts. Now the courtyard is also dark at night, and although it looks a little bleak now, it gives people a very peaceful feeling.

A gust of wind blew, and the acacia tree was blown up, which set off how desolate this small courtyard was.

Zichen groaned for a while, patted the dust on his body, raised his feet, and walked towards the house.

Pushing open the door that looked very old, there was a creak, and the situation inside the house was revealed to his eyes.

This should be the reception hall, there are about dozens of square meters, in the Xuanling Continent, such a hall is not a large area, and there are two main seats facing the door, which should be the position of the head of the family.

The seat is made of Xiangshan sandalwood, and the peony carved on the top is lifelike, at a glance, it seems that you can see the scene of peony blossoms, and what is more peculiar is that the tip of the nose seems to have the fragrance of peony flowers lingering.

Looking to the side, under the main seat, there was a seat carved with the demonic twin flowers, and then several seats were slowly arranged.

And each chair is finely crafted and worth a lot of money.

Although these things were good, Zichen's eyes were facing him, and he was attracted by the words hanging on the wall.

Xuanwu!

Zichen looked at Xuanwu, who looked very much like a turtle on the top of the portrait, and couldn't help but hook the corners of his lips. Who is so interesting to draw Xuanwu into such a look.

If Xuanwu is allowed to come out, he will definitely vomit blood in anger. She still remembered the narcissistic kid, and she cared most about his face.

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