After speaking, Xie Ningyuan violently released his spiritual power, and the women all fell to the ground with painful faces.

Xie Ning tugged at Xie Ningyuan's sleeves and asked in a low voice, "Sixth brother, Sister Yun Ran won't die, right?" ”

Xie Ningyuan hugged Xie Ning tightly, and his tone was firm: "No." ”

Xie Ning smiled, then pulled Xie Ningyuan and walked out, and said happily: "That's good, sixth brother, let's go see Sister Yun Ran." ”

Xie Ningyuan glanced at the women warningly, followed Xie Ningshuang's strength, and turned to leave.

***

The tired birds return to their nests, and the sun sinks until the last touch of sunset disappears.

The night was dark.

The plain bed curtain fluttered, and Su Yunran lay quietly on the bed, breathing shallowly.

The candle flame flickered, and an enchantment was generated, Su Yunran slowly opened his eyes, then sat up, picked up the cloak beside the bed and put it on, and lifted the bed curtain.

Nan Shiyan walked slowly from the darkness and sat down at the table, "How do you feel?" ”

Su Yunran smiled lightly, raised his right hand, and a ball of light wrapped in spiritual power appeared in his palm, and the power inside seemed to break through the shackles of spiritual power, but the more he struggled, the tighter the spiritual power bind.

"That's it?"

Nan Shiyan frowned, stretched out his hand and put it on the ball of light, frowning.

Su Yunran nodded, "Although this kind of spiritual technique is not very rare, it does require a high level of cultivation, and besides, I can't see where this comes from. ”

Nan Shiyan's palm was surrounded by spiritual power, and after a moment, he frowned, "I can't see it either." ”

After speaking, the two glanced at each other and saw solemnity in each other's eyes.

"Forget it."

Su Yunran broke the silence, put away the ball of light, and said in a flat tone, "Let's take one step at a time." ”

Nan Shiyan looked at Su Yunran with a serious expression, "You have to be careful, try to avoid things like today, I believe in your cultivation, but there are accidents." ”

Su Yunran nodded, his eyes narrowed, "I know." ”

Nan Shiyan glared at her angrily, "If only you really knew." ”

Su Yunran pursed his lips and yawned, lazily like a cat, "Okay, senior brother, I'm tired, you can go back and rest." ”

Nan Shiyan responded, "Okay." And he departed.

Su Yunran looked at the dark room, holding his chin with his right hand, and knocking on the table with his left hand, his eyes were deep, with a cold and strange aura.

***

On the tree outside the house, Mo Qingchen was dressed in a dark robe, almost blending in with the night. He looked at the room where Su Yunran was, and for a long time, he still went around to the back window, but before he could get closer, he dodged and dodged an attack.

The long figure landed on the tree, and Mo Qingchen looked at the unfamiliar scenery around him and raised his eyebrows.

It's an enchantment.

"His Royal Highness King Gong, it's not a good habit to visit the boudoir at night."

A warm voice came, and then Nan Shiyan's figure appeared, and the rippling moonlight sprinkled on his clear white clothes, collecting all the grace.

Mo Qingchen frowned, and his tone was cold, "Young Master Yan." ”

Nan Shiyan smiled modestly, opened his mouth gently, and the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes.

"Your Royal Highness King Gong, don't come unharmed."

Mo Qingchen's eyes were cold, with a chill that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, "Young Master Yan is enjoying the scenery here?" ”

The jade fan in Nan Shiyan's hand tapped on the back of his hand, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his tone was brisk, "His Royal Highness King Gong is really powerful, you can know this." ”

Mo Qingchen: "······"

Then, Nan Shiyan said again, "In this world, where is there a more beautiful scenery than my sister?" ”

Mo Qingchen's gaze was fierce, but Nan Shiyan smiled gently, looking like a humble son.

The night was deep, and the two of them were dressed like ink and white, and they were silently competing in the enchantment that no one knew.

One has a cold gaze, the other has a warm smile, no weapons, no spiritual power, but there is a faint killing intent.

After a long time, Nan Shiyan spoke, with some unacceptable beak in his warm and cool tone, "His Royal Highness King Gong, you should leave." ”

Mo Qingchen replied coldly: "Why don't you leave?" ”

The jade fan in Nan Shiyan's hand propped up his chin, and said leisurely: "Ling'er's situation is not very good, I have to guard her." ”

Mo Qingchen squinted, his sharp eyes with judgment, "Who are you?" ”