Su Yunran's eyebrows trembled, her eyes were full of strange streamers, and she was filled with inexplicable emotions, and after a while, she slowly spoke: "Qingchen, do you believe me?" ”

"Faith."

Mo Qingchen nodded solemnly, Rumo's deep eyes were filled with deep seriousness.

Su Yun pursed her lips, and then, a bright and shallow smile bloomed on her delicate face, like a delicate dew, fresh and flawless.

In Mo Qingchen's stunned effort, Su Yun's white and tender fingertips lightly touched Mo Qingchen's eyebrows, and the spiritual power condensed and dispersed, causing bursts of ripples and turbulence.

There was a sharp stinging pain coming from the center of his eyebrows, Mo Qingchen couldn't help but snort, his body shook a little, and slowly fell on the low couch.

The vision gradually blurred, but Mo Qingchen's face was calm, almost greedy, staring at Su Yunran's face, and in the end, he closed his eyes weakly.

Su Yunran stretched out his hand and gently stroked Mo Qingchen's eyebrows, his movements were gentle, his eyes trembled with a fine light, and his expression was slightly moved, with a strange emotion.

"Qingchen, this time, I won't harm you."

After speaking, Su Yunran withdrew his hand from Mo Qingchen's face, and the spiritual power of his fingertips condensed, and a faint halo appeared, and when he gently crossed it, a crystal line slowly formed, glowing with jade.

A round of formation slowly formed, with Mo Qingchen as the center, quietly rotating, and after a while, it gradually disappeared without a trace.

Su Yunran raised his eyes, glanced at Mo Qingchen in the formation, flicked his sleeves, and then turned around and walked behind the screen.

Wuchen, who received Su Yunran's spiritual thoughts, hurried over and waited outside the door for a while, and Su Yunran opened the door.

"Miss Seven?"

Su Yunran in front of him, dressed in a black night robe, the cloud-like soft green silk was bundled high, and his clear eyes flashed with sharp light, with a cold momentum, which made people tremble.

Su Yunran didn't look at Wuchen's surprised gaze, only calmly tied his sleeves, straightened his clothes, and spoke calmly.

"From now on, until I return, you will stay here."

"Don't let anyone in and disturb Qingchen."

Wuchen was suddenly startled in his heart, and looked behind Su Yunran, only then did he see Mo Qingchen lying quietly on the low couch.

"What's wrong with the master?"

"It's fine, it's just a deep sleep."

Su Yunran turned around and looked at Mo Qingchen, with a different emotion in his words, mixed with undisguised concern.

"His wound has left the root of the disease, and he is still short of medicine, so I will go and get it now."

"Linshu will stay here to help you guard here, and also help you contact me at any time."

As he spoke, Su Yunran glanced at Mo Qingchen again, turned to Wuchen and solemnly instructed, "Remember, except for you, no one is allowed to set foot in this room." ”

"No matter what happens, don't disturb Qingchen."

"Otherwise······"

Su Yunran paused, glanced at Wuchen with a nervous face, and did not continue.

As Mo Qingchen's personal secret guard, speaking of this, he naturally understands the stakes, and he doesn't need Su Yunran to say anything more.

"Miss Seven."

Seeing that Su Yunran was about to leave, Wuchen hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke: "It's better to let your subordinates send someone to follow Miss, Miss is going alone, it's too dangerous." ”

Although he knew that this Seventh Miss was not the rumored waste with low spiritual power, it was indeed too dangerous to go to fetch medicine alone, and not even bring the secret guard Lin Shu, who had always been with him.

Besides, Miss Seven is a person that the master cares about very much, if something happens, when the master wakes up, they will not be able to explain it to the master.

"Send someone?"

Su Yunran raised his eyebrows slightly, and then his pale thin lips suddenly raised, hooking up an inexplicable arc, "No need, I'll be alone." ”

"There are too many people, but it is inconvenient."

"But ······"

"No, but."

Su Yunran interrupted what Wuchen was about to say, looked at Wuchen deeply with a pair of sharp eyes, and instructed again: "Remember, no one can disturb Qingchen. ”

"No one is allowed to enter this room until I return."

After a slight pause, Su Yunran said word by word: "Anyone." ”

Wuchen was slightly stunned, then knelt down, made a big salute to Su Yunran, and said respectfully: "Subordinates obey orders." ”

Su Yunran responded lightly with a "um" and turned around, put on a black face scarf, and disappeared in place in a flash.

Wuchen stood in place, his face was serious and cautious, and he didn't dare to relax at all.

Mo Qingchen in the enchantment, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he had fallen into some kind of dream, and he couldn't get out, his thin lips moved, but he couldn't make a sound, and his face looked a little painful.

Outside the house, Lin Shu stood quietly in the treetops, holding a long sword in his hand, his cold gaze swept over everything in the courtyard, extremely serious.

***

Eastern Dynasty Palace——————

Through the deep night, Su Yunran stepped lightly on her toes, and the cold wind blew the high bundle of green silk, which looked a little solemn.

After a few moments, Su Yunran stopped in front of a verdant ancient tree.

The grass and trees are deep, and the green glowing with yin seems to be deeply hostile, and the air is a little dull, with a heavy coercion.

Su Yunran raised her eyebrows slightly, and the cold moonlight sprinkled down, reflecting a sharp light in her clear eyes.

There was a low chirp of insects, Su Yunran raised his head, looked at the sky, and then his body moved and disappeared in place.

Entering the secret realm hidden in the grass and trees, the surrounding scene immediately changed, and after the space was distorted for a while, Su Yunran was in a wasteland.

The moon on the horizon was a dull blood color, a few dim stars hung quietly in the sky, and large dark clouds covered the sky, exuding a gloomy atmosphere.

Countless tombstones stood quietly on the wasteland, the handwriting on them had long been blurred, weathered by the years into powder ashes in the depths of time, leaving only the cold stele stone, nameless, unclaimed.

The weeds grew wildly, separated from each other, and under this blood-colored moonlight, there was a strange aura.

Su Yunran's cold gaze calmly swept over the stele here, the spiritual power spread, and with a slight movement of his fingertips, the jade flute appeared in his hand, and the tassel swayed lightly.

At the moment when the spiritual power dispersed, a heavy wind and waves stirred up in the air, and the cold wind suddenly became sharp, but the detached dry grass did not move in the wind, but just stood quietly, which was extremely weird.

It seemed that all sound had been lost, and the surroundings fell into complete silence, even the sound of the wind was imperceptible.

"I didn't expect there to be such a powerful thing here."

Su Yunran held the jade flute, his spiritual power slowly flowed, and the jade flute gradually turned a dull purple, clear and moist, with a heavy pressure.

"I wanted to come back in a while, but I ran into ······"

Su Yunran's eyebrows froze, and his voice was instantly cold, "It's good to come to this palace to have a good look." ”

After speaking, Su Yunran's figure suddenly rose from the ground, and the speed was extremely fast.

And the place where she used to stand had already fallen, and there was a little cold glow in it, reflecting the cold breath.