Carefully moved the palm to the back of the little girl's head, pressed the head in his arms, gently stroked the blood-stained green silk, and sighed, the gentle voice with obvious soothing meaning.

"Ling'er is good, don't be afraid."

"Senior brother is here, the master is here, and the uncles are also here, Ling'er will definitely be fine, Ling'er is not afraid."

The palm condensed the pale spiritual power, and slowly entered the little girl's body with the action of caressing the hair as she exhausted it.

Crying and crying, he slowly closed his eyes, but the little hands that were holding the hem of his clothes never let go.

Seeing this, Wan Ya's face became a little more painful, and he raised his hand to cover the pair of miserable white little hands, and with a gentle input of spiritual power, he gently released the tightly held little hand and gently stuffed it into the warm cloak.

At this time, a cold gaze fell on him, with obvious hostility.

Sensing this unkind aura, he instinctively hugged Ling Ling tightly in his arms, turned over slightly to block the chill, and then raised his eyes to look.

It was a little boy in black, who looked as old as himself, but the whole person seemed to be quenched with ice, and the chill exuded seemed to be able to freeze all emotions.

And the little boy, at this time, his face was not very good, he was half-kneeling on the ground, supporting the ground with one hand, holding the long sword in the other, the trembling tip of the sword against the blood-stained ground, gasping for breath with difficulty, obviously, he was suffering extreme pain.

However, even in this embarrassment, the little boy was still staring at the end, his eyes as sharp as blades.

His brows furrowed tightly, and his hand holding the end of the mountain tightened, and he looked at the little boy as much as he could, and when he saw him on his lower abdomen, he was stunned.

The clothes on the man's lower abdomen had long been torn, revealing a slightly pale lower abdomen, but on the lower abdomen, there was a dark purple mark, which was very complex, exuding a pale streamer, as if it was imprinted on the flesh and skin.

As a good senior brother who accompanies his junior sister every day, he can see at a glance what it is - it is Ling'er's curse mark.

It is still the formation with the ancient curse seal, which shows that there is no mercy at all.

I have witnessed the end of the terrible part of the curse mark, and it can be said unceremoniously that once this curse mark is branded on that person's body, that person is afraid that he will not be able to lift this curse mark for the rest of his life.

It's not that it's all too big, it's just that the method of spell seals requires a lot of patience, and the spiritual power that needs to be consumed is also very powerful, of course, these are nothing.

In this world, the method of curse seals has long been extremely rare, even in Zhongzhou, only a few people have dabbled in it, and the method of spell seals that Ling'er learned is inherited from an elder who can be called the master of curse seals.

Moreover, the spell mark changes from one to the next, and there is no pattern to be found, it is all a matter of luck - of course, the luck of the person who has been cursed.

Therefore, with just one glance, you can know that this little boy has hurt Ling'er.

Thinking like this, a pair of eyes sank suddenly.

***

The bloody scene faded away, and Su Yunran felt like she was standing on the top of a deserted mountain, the cold wind whistling through her hair, and the skirt that blew hunting.

"Ah Ran."

The cold and gentle voice sounded, it sounded very unfamiliar, Su Yunran's eyebrows frowned slightly, and in his heart, he turned around.

On the snow-covered mountain, even the Hongclaw bell print was nowhere to be seen, but at this time, there was a man and a woman standing not far away.

The woman was dressed in a snow-colored shirt, with a slender figure, wrapped in a cloak of the same color, and the green silk like a cloud was properly split behind her, like fine silk.

The man was dressed in a dark robe, with a long jade body, a cold face, but his eyes were full of warmth.

He stood in the snow and held out a hand to the woman.

The woman seemed to hesitate for a moment, but finally stretched out her small white hand and put it into the man's palm.

The moment the woman turned around slightly, Su Yunran's complexion changed instantly, and a faint sense of shock appeared on her face.

The woman's countenance ······ It's exactly like himself.

But, who is that man?

Obviously a very strange man, why does he have a sense of déjà vu?

The backs of the two of them leaving together gradually drifted away, but Su Yunran had been standing between the vast white snow and had not moved for a long time.

In a trance, Su Yunran saw the completely unfamiliar pictures.

The man's face was gentle, with a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth, and he leaned over in front of the woman slightly, and he said:

"Miss Seven is indeed dyed, and the frost is all dyed."

"I'll repay you."

"It's okay, if Ah Ran wants it, even if it's not yours, I will make her yours."

"Can you call me a light Chen?"

"This cloak is the only one in the world. If you lose it, I'm probably not in a good mood. ”

"Ah Ran, Qingchen pleases you."

"I want to save your hair for a lifetime, and only for you for a lifetime."

"It's like a glutton."

"I can't ask for it."

"Ah Ran, wait for me."

Such a cold and indifferent man gave a woman a unique tenderness and affection, but those simple words were enough to disturb her mind.

Until, she was also moved.

It can be seen that this is the first time that the woman who has always been cold and cold-hearted has been tempted - but it has exhausted her life's strength.

She even handed over the jade Jue left by her mother, such an obvious intention, he must have understood.

However, the last thing she saw was the half of the jade.

The fiery red tassel tied on the jade jue became the last color of the woman before she fell into darkness, bright and hot, like a fire burning. Such a scorching appearance, like a blazing fire, gave her a burning heat.

In a daze, Su Yunran saw that he did not hesitate to shoot at the woman at that time, and he was fierce and bloodthirsty-

That move, obviously, was going towards the woman's lifeline.

Through the mask, the man's cold gaze was extremely dazzling, but with that familiar face, there was no sense of disobedience.

He was an indifferent person.

A sour feeling welled up in his heart, and Su Yunran subconsciously frowned, his eyes slightly hot.

There was a clear mountain breeze on the top of the mountain, and there were snowflakes accompanied by the mountain wind, falling on Su Yunran's palm, small and exquisite, so cold, lying in the same cold palm.

Xu is palm is really too cold, and the snowflakes that fell on his palm showed no signs of melting.

Here, where is it?

Su Yunran frowned slightly, raised his feet and wanted to walk forward, but he was caught off guard and fell into darkness.

The surroundings seemed to have lost all the light and sound, making Su Yunran feel that he was about to go numb.

I don't know how long it took, a ray of light pierced the dullness of the darkness, and the darkness that shrouded him was torn open alive.

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