It was night, and the moon was full and bright.

Yan Huan came to the barren land of the previous night as promised.

He had just reached the foot of the huge ancient tree, and he fell to the ground in pain and curled up and convulsed.

The white face turned purple, and dark blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

Ling Shang completely ignored Yan Huan's half-dead appearance, and coldly reprimanded, "You're late. ”

Yan Huan couldn't say a word.

He just confirmed the origin of the falling night with his grandfather, but he was only half a cup of tea late, but the seven-star begonia attacked.

Along the way, the qi and blood in his body were drained and weak, and his heart was scorched like a fire.

The longer he delayed on the road, the weaker his energy became.

When he arrived in front of Ling Shang, this was what he looked like.

Ling Shang knew Yan Huan's ability, so he didn't show mercy to his subordinates from the beginning, in order not to let him slip away.

Unlike night ginseng; Ling Shang makes transactions, rarely induces, but mostly coercion.

If you can let the other party do things for yourself in pain and fear, why let him taste the sweetness?

Ling Shang flew out of his sleeve with several silver needles and landed on Yan Huan's acupuncture points without any mistakes, stopping the poisonous blood flowing backwards in his heart for him; He lifted his jaw again and sent in a pill.

Without concealing his disgust, he immediately got up and carefully wiped the hand that touched his chin with a handkerchief.

After a while, Yan Huan eased up.

He stood up in his embarrassed form, his cuffs wiping the bloody stains from the corners of his mouth.

It wasn't the first time he had suffered this crime, but he still didn't like the feeling of being out of his own hands.

smiled bitterly, "Master Hou, tell you something interesting." ”

Ling Shang still looked indifferent, "I'm not interested. Where's your seven-crystal bone fan? ”

"Of course." Yan Huan took out the bone folding fan from his arms and opened it in a dashing manner, "I knew you would say that you were not interested." But I'm even more sure that if you listen to me, you'll change your mind. ”

"Isn't it just that I want to find you again to find Xuanyuan Mausoleum?" Ling Shang snorted disdainfully.

"Hey, you ......" Yan Huan shook his head, "If you want to find someone from Xuanyuan Ling, I can always meet one or two every other month." But I really haven't met anything like you and him. ”

Ling Shang was silent, only staring at Yan Huan's action of dismantling the bone folding fan.

"That person, I thought it was a Taoist priest when I looked at it from the back, and the white hair ......"

Ling Shanghuan's hands on his chest were tightly grasped into his arms, "White hair? ”

"yes, I met it at my grandfather's shop. Looking at the back, I thought it was seventy or eighty, but I turned back, hey! ”

Ling Shang's breath was shaken by his sudden "hey".

"It's a young son, what does that look like...... How so...... It's not as bewitching as you......"

Yan Huan almost bit off his tongue and paused, "I mean, although he is not like you...... Amazing...... But when I look at him, the more I look at him, the more I think it looks good......"

A smell of blood spread through Ling Shang's throat, "How did he find you?" ”

"I don't know."

"That'...... Did you tell him about me? ”

"Ha, I'm a man, it's not uncommon for words to count, but—I spare my life."

"You promised to find Xuanyuan Ling for him?"

"I'm ......"

Yan Huan's expression suddenly became serious, and he no longer talked eloquently.

Lined up the eight fan bones into a new seven-star array, and muttered words in his mouth.

After finding the secret to unlock the next mechanism from the array, he slowly opened his eyes.

Ling Shang's tone was a little anxious, "I don't care if you agree or not, in short—I don't allow you to associate with him again." ”