After a while, the strange fragrance in the dormitory gradually dissipated, and then, a fresh smell slowly diffused in the dormitory, which made people's mood a lot clearer and smoother.

The spiritual power was running silently, and Su Yunran lay quietly on the bed, her fine eyelashes trembling slightly, carefully perceiving the entire dormitory.

"Dye."

"My dyer."

Faintly, there seemed to be an extremely subtle woman's voice, one after another, constantly calling, as if with some kind of inexplicable obsession, vague, but it was uninterrupted, gradually approaching, gradually clear.

Su Yunran frowned slightly, and listened carefully, but at that moment, his pupils shrank suddenly.

"Dye."

"Dye."

The voice of the call did not stop, but seemed to be accompanied by some kind of spiritual power, which had been surrounding Su Yunran's ears, and had reached the deepest part of her heart, stirring up deep waves.

The voice

Su Yunran's breath suddenly became chaotic, his thin eyebrows furrowed tightly, there was deep emotion between his eyebrows and eyes, his hands under the brocade quilt were tightly clenched, and his nails were embedded in his palms, bringing an obvious tingling sensation.

"Dye."

Another call came, Su Yunran took a deep breath, blinked his eyes, those clear eyes were actually moist and red at the moment, and the tip of his nose was also filled with deep bitterness.

The white teeth bit the pale lower lip, a faint blood color, constantly trembling, Su Yunran breathed rapidly, slowly closed his eyes, his clear voice with obvious trembling, and slowly spit out two words:

"Mother."

This voice is familiar to Su Yunran.

On the day he returned to the palace after leaving the school, the elder gave him a piece of spiritual jade, which was left by his mother, a trace of residual thoughts.

The stunning posture of the city, the gentle and peaceful words, the flying and sharp eyebrows.

And that deep voice, that one bell after another, that one time there was a gentle call and whisper.

Su Yunran still remembers it clearly.

Taking a deep breath, Su Yunran calmed down, calmed down his chaotic emotions, settled down, and when he opened his eyes again, his sharp eyes flashed, and his water-colored eyes had regained his clarity and calmness.

Of course, Fang Cai's voice was indeed the voice of his mother.

But why is the mother's voice here?

This is clearly aimed at itself.

Suddenly, there was a slight sense of turbulence in the air, and Su Yunran's body moved suddenly, bringing up a cold air current.

A cold light flashed quickly, and with a slight sound, the apricot-colored brocade quilt turned into two pieces in that instant, and the cotton wool scattered one after another, and it seemed to encounter a sharp air flow in mid-air, and it directly turned into a few pieces of mutilation, and fell weakly.

Seeing this, Su Yunran, who was squatting in the corner of the bed, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and a look of interest flashed on his face.

With a slight movement of his fingertips, the clothes placed on the head of the bed moved accordingly and came to Su Yunran's hand.

Su Yunran's body moved, jumped off the bed, quickly put on his clothes, straightened the hem of his clothes, and looked at one place with a deep gaze.

In the deep darkness, a deep voice came faintly, with a hint of excitement.

"That's careless."

"I didn't expect that the weak Miss Seven of the Su family is still a hidden person."

Su Yunran raised his eyebrows, the smile on his face was meaningful, and he couldn't see the emotion.

"Your Excellency, it's not easy."

"Really?"

As he spoke, Su Yunran paused, looking at the dark gaze with a little smile, but it didn't reach the bottom of his eyes, his pale lips opened slightly, and his voice as clear as jade flowed quietly, and he spit out the words in a deep voice.

"Picking lotus."

Hearing this, the dormitory fell into silence, losing all sound.

After a while, the lights in the dormitory were suddenly lit up, and for a while, the face of Cai He not far away was a little more gloomy.

Looking at the ordinary palace maid's outfit, Su Yunran was not surprised, but raised his eyebrows.

"Miss Seven."

After indulging for a long time, Cai Dutch Fang spoke in a deep voice, with a somewhat inexplicable feeling.

"Don't come unharmed."

Pursing his thin lips, Su Yunran smiled lightly, his face was light, and his voice was cold.

"Miss Ben, naturally she is fine."

As he spoke, Su Yun hooked his lips suddenly, and his voice rose a little, "Don't bother Your Excellency." ”

Hearing this, Cai He chuckled directly, looking at Su Yunran's gaze with a little more inquiry, and the smile on his face gradually deepened.

"Miss Seven, you're really interesting."

Cai He raised his hand slightly, and his slender fingers condensed the blue spiritual power, exuding a faint halo.

Without waiting for Su Yunran to answer, Caihe's body moved, and quickly attacked her, the air flow around her was extremely sharp, mixed with a murderous aura that could not be ignored, and some things in this dormitory were directly strangled into pieces, and smashed heavily on the ground, making a crisp sound.

Su Yunran raised his eyebrows, his slender hand was raised, his palm condensed the spiritual power that seemed to be nothing, his thin eyebrows were raised, his complexion remained unchanged, and he directly met the attack of Caihe.

The two spiritual forces were full of great momentum, and no one refused to give in, colliding directly, making a huge sound, and a sharp air flow was formed around the two, twisting the plain bed curtain into pieces.

Su Yunran's body moved, and he fell to the side.

A strange sticky touch suddenly came from under his feet, and Su Yunran frowned and lowered his head slightly.

Not far away, lay a corpse that had long since lost its breath, and the flesh that had been turned over looked particularly hideous under the flickering lamplight.

Scarlet blood spread beneath the corpse, winding all the way to his feet.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, Su Yunran looked in the direction of the incense burner, and found that the incense that had been burning just now was no trace at this moment.

Su Yunran couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, as if he understood something.

The suspicious smell of burning came, and the tip of Su Yunran's nose moved, and he suddenly raised his eyes and looked out of the dormitory.

But I saw the fire in the sky.

The flames were mixed with the screams of the woman's terror, and from time to time a cold light flashed, bringing up wisps of blood.

The thin eyebrows furrowed tightly, Su Yunran turned his head sharply, looked around the entire dormitory, but only saw the blood stains in his eyes.

The smell of blood became more and more intense, Su Yunran brushed his sleeves, came to the corpse and squatted down, his slender fingers raised slightly, and his spiritual power worked, turning the corpse over, revealing his face.

The face with great horror was revealed, the blood at the corners of his mouth had not yet congealed, and the boss with neat eyes was covered with wisps of red blood.

Wei Huai.

Suddenly, Su Yunran suddenly lifted his breath, and his body retreated.

With the obvious sound of the blade entering the flesh, the blood sprayed, and the hem of her white skirt was stained with red blood, with a bewitching and strange meaning.

A sneer rang out in the dormitory.