Su Yin hesitated: "The head of the family, my subordinates feel that her goal this time is to ······ Miss Seven. ”

Su Wenye's expression was awe-inspiring, "I know." ”

"Is the head of the family going to send some shadow guards to secretly follow Miss Seven?"

Su Yin made a suggestion.

Su Wenye shook his head, "No need, Xiao Ran has her own measure, she appeared this time, probably to determine whether Xiao Ran is really as rumored, with low spiritual power, after all, the things she wants have not yet arrived, and she will not mess around." ”

"But ······"

Su Yin was still not at ease, "It's better to let a few shadow guards follow secretly." ”

Su Wenye chuckled suddenly, "What do you think of Xiao Ran's secret guard?" ”

Su Yin was stunned and replied, "Very strong." ”

Su Wenye nodded, and arrived at a cup of tea, "That person's cultivation is above you, almost equal to mine, what kind of shadow guards do you think you want to send?" ”

Su Yin was really surprised, and immediately thought of a question, "Family Master, that person is so strong, will it be bad for Miss Seven?" ”

Su Wenye shook his head, "Xiao Dye has his own measure in employing people, and that person must be loyal since he has Xiao Dye to be reused, don't think about it." ”

Su Yin relaxed at this time, "The subordinates understand." ”

Su Wenye bowed his head and said lightly: "You go down." ”

Su Yin responded, "Yes." Then he quietly retreated.

***

There is always some cool air in the dark night, the chirping of small insects sounds from time to time, and the lights on the side of him flicker, illuminating a small square of the world.

Su Yunran's footsteps were slow, and the soft fox fur on the cloak around his neck was very warm, delicate and warm.

Jiuxun followed Su Yunran's side, quietly not saying a word.

In my impression, the young lady always has a faint appearance, as if she doesn't care about everything, everything is under control, even if she is in a desperate situation, she will not show a little fear.

Just like back then, among thousands of troops, she had one person and one sword, and her robe was the most beautiful scenery.

Even now, knowing that she is pressed for time, she can still walk so calmly.

Jiuxun suddenly felt that the young lady was definitely not a mortal.

When he arrived at Yunshuiju, Su Yunran stopped in front of the door suddenly, and his tone was clear, "Linshu." ”

The black figure flashed, and Lin Shu knelt respectfully, "Miss." ”

"Tell me to take a closer look at Biluo Valley and the Holy Snow Gate."

"Yes."

Before retreating, Su Yunran looked at the moon in the sky, her glass-like eyes flashed with an inexplicable light, and her tone was faint, almost inaudible.

"You ······ You ready? ”

***

After taking off his shirt and putting on his nightgown, Su Yunran's gaze stopped at the cloak on the couch, and then moved to the little jade fox on the small case, unconsciously covering his heart.

It's that feeling again.

Inexplicable throbbing, with a thick bitterness.

For Mo Qingchen's kindness to himself, Su Yunran instinctively wanted to avoid it, after all, no one would be good to himself for no reason, but when it came to his deep eyes, he couldn't be as ruthless as he imagined.

Su Yunran tried hard to sort out his memory, but there was no figure of Mo Qingchen.

Where did the deep affection in Mo Qingchen's eyes come from?

What caused my strange feelings?

Could it be that there is something wrong with cultivation?

Su Yunran felt that it was necessary for him to find a time to retreat.

Why should Mo Qingchen be good to himself?

Could it be······ What did he find?

Thinking of this, Su Yunran's eyes suddenly became deep.

***

Silent Moon Mountain ——————

The moon shone brightly, reflecting the moisture of the flowers on the trees. The sound of light pearls and jade was fine and exquisite, and Mo Qingchen sat on the tree in a dark robe, the hem of his clothes hung down, and half a bundle of black hair fluttered lightly in the wind.

On one side of the branch, a blue wind chime hangs.

Mo Qingchen stretched out his bony hand and gently stroked the ribbon under the wind chime, and when he saw the small poem on it, his eyes trembled slightly, and he lowered his eyebrows.

I often hear others say how Su Wenye and Gu Ruying were so affectionate back then, unswerving until death, and now that they really feel it, they feel shocked.

How could such a peerless beauty end up with no bones?

What about Ah Ran?

Mo Qingchen's palm slowly tightened, and a touch of whiteness appeared at the joints.