Where was Ye Junchen willing to stop, and injected the internal force into the little woman's body again and again, and such a breath entered her body, like a stone sinking into the sea, without the slightest effect.

It wasn't until his breath was a little unsteady that he was forced to stop.

"Nian Nian ......"

He stared closely at the little woman's pale little face, seeing that she had passed out, pursed the corners of his mouth, gently stroked her cheek, lowered his head, and kissed her slightly open soft lips.

Without the previous warmth, not only lips, but also the cold aura exuded from the little woman's body, as if she was a corpse that had been in the ice cellar for a long time.

He couldn't help but think of the first time the two met at a mass grave.

That night, her body was also cold.

Perhaps she was dead that night, and it was because of his unexpected kiss that she was temporarily brought back to life......

Ye Junchen suddenly had such an illogical idea in his mind, even if he didn't agree with it, he couldn't help but aggravate the kiss.

If Nian Nian was resurrected by inhaling his yang energy, then he wanted her to inhale more now so that she could stay by his side forever.

Let go of the little woman's lips and gently take Eleven's little hand.

Only then did he realize that the bones of her hands were all shattered, like a puddle of flesh.

Shocked.

The large, jointed hands stroked upwards along the small white hands, not only the hands, but also the arms.

There was a vicious and violent dark tide surging in the deepest part of his eyes, and his hand paused in the air before finally landing on Eleven's lap.

As with both arms, the bones were shattered.

Ye Junchen's shocked and distressed gaze slowly moved to the little woman's face, and her big hand gradually clenched.

"Cold Moon!"

The voice was ghostly, cold and ethereal, with bloodthirsty killing, and the eyes were bloodshot, and anger gushed out from the cracks, as if it was about to burn everything in front of him.

"The subordinates are here." Hanyue stood outside the door, holding her fists.

"I want to know who Madame has been in contact with since she left, and I want to see them when I have half a pillar of incense!"

Even through the door, Han Yue could feel the hatred in his master's voice that devoured everything in the world, it was cold and piercing, and he couldn't help but shudder and leave in a hurry.

In less than half a pillar of incense, Han Yue took Lin Tao and his party into Ye Junchen's house and automatically retreated to the side.

"My lord, why did you summon the four of us here?" Lin Tao took a step forward, looked at Ye Junchen behind the screen, and asked with his hands in fists.

Ye Junchen usually summons him to do things, either in the study or in the office, rarely in his own room, and asks Han Yue along the way, but the other party has been silent with a gloomy face.

Wang Daniu and the three of them lowered their heads and didn't dare to look around, not to mention that they were newcomers to enter, even if they had been in Dali Temple for many years, they might not be able to enter the room of the night adults.

"The official wants to know where Lord Lin took his wife to."

Lin Tao's heart trembled.

If he said such things on weekdays, he could still make jokes and jokes.

The atmosphere in the room was extremely depressing, and Ye Junchen's voice was cold and questioning, I am afraid that something has happened.

Lin Tao squinted his eyes and looked at the back of the screen, although it was hazy, he still saw a person lying on the bed, and only Jiang Yinian could lie on Ye Junchen's bed with great fanfare.

Could it be ......

"Back to my lord, not long after noon, a person came to Dali Temple with a list, saying that it was ordered by Mrs. to let me secretly bring back the people on the list." Lin Tao replied truthfully.