"I'll go back to bed, and if anyone comes, tell me."

After speaking, Qingqiong had already arrived at the bedside, lay down without hesitation, pulled the quilt on the side to cover it, yawned carelessly, and closed his eyes lazily.

Looking at such an awkward and unacknowledgeable green dome, Jiufei and Jiuxun held back their laughter, only came to the bedside, put down the plain bed curtain, carefully sorted it out, lit incense, and retreated silently.

The delicate and small incense burner stands quietly on the bookcase, and the pale light smoke rises, and the lingering fragrance spreads out, with a soothing taste.

Under the plain curtain, the delicate woman's eyes were closed, her breathing was shallow, and her thick eyelashes were slightly upturned, soft and warm, with a faint temperature.

***

The verdant wind and grass retreated quickly, and the spiritual power of the enchantment blocked all the cold, and only the sound of robes was left in my ears.

Su Yunran closed his eyes and quietly leaned on Mo Qingchen's warm chest, his thick eyelashes curled up playfully, with a bit of elegance.

Mo Qingchen's eyes were gentle, holding Su Yunran's petite body with both hands, his toes treading lightly on the treetops, and the hem of his dark clothes brushed over the fallen leaves, bringing gentle dance steps.

The person in his arms seemed to be asleep, breathing slowly and slowly, and he looked very well-behaved.

Thinking like this, Mo Qingchen couldn't help but hook his lips slightly, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle, and his heart suddenly became a soft mess.

"Qingchen."

A clear voice came from his arms, and the person in his arms moved, poked out a head, and blinked his clear eyes.

"I'm here."

Mo Qingchen hugged Su Yunran's hands tightly, and said softly: "But tired?" ”

"It's not."

Su Yunran shook his head, raised his head slightly, and looked directly at Mo Qingchen's eyes seriously, his gaze was a little serious.

"There's something I'm going to tell you."

"Say it, I'll listen."

Looking at Su Yunran, who was so serious and abnormal, Mo Qingchen couldn't help frowning slightly, his face was slightly moved, and he gently patted her thin back, with a slight sense of comfort.

"Qingchen, this time, I used Sangdong grass to lift the curse mark on your body for you."

Su Yunran raised his hand, grabbed Mo Qingchen's shirt, lowered his eyebrows, wiped away the thoughts in his eyes, and slowly spoke.

"Your curse mark is already in you"

Su Yunran paused, and the small hand that grabbed the hem of Mo Qingchen's clothes tightened, and the joints of his bones were filled with a terrifying white color.

After hesitating for a moment, Su Yunran took a deep breath, bit his lower lip, and said softly, "It's been eighteen years." ”

When the words fell, Su Yunran clearly felt that Mo Qingchen's body stiffened suddenly, and even his breathing was a little messy.

Eighteen years

This spell has been around for eighteen years.

Mo Qingchen's brows furrowed tightly, he adjusted his breath slightly, calmed down his chaotic mood, and said softly: "I'm eighteen years old this year. ”

He's eighteen years old.

This means that the sigil has been with him since he was born.

It's been eighteen years.

As if thinking of something, Mo Qingchen's eyes trembled violently, and countless small points of light flowed in those ink-like deep eyes, stirring up layers of ripples, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

"Qingchen."

The slender little hand wrapped around his neck, and the elegant breath spread in his ears, and Mo Qingchen suddenly came back to his senses, and his heart moved.

Su Yunran quietly leaned over Mo Qingchen's shoulder, breathing like an orchid, his voice was as clear as jade, soft and slow, with a soothing taste.

"Listen to me."

Mo Qingchen lipsed slightly, the aura around his body slowly converged, and the chill gradually dissipated on his cold face. He nodded, leaned Su Yunran's head on his shoulder, and said solemnly, "Okay, you say." ”

"Your curse mark has not been completely lifted."

Su Yunran obediently leaned on Mo Qingchen's shoulder, her eyebrows trembled slightly, and she slowly spoke.

"The earliest spells should have been planted in your body when you were born, and after that, there were other spells in your body, as well as some imprisoning formations, and over time, spell marks were generated."

"Those different spells and formations are in your body, suppressing each other and promoting each other, if you don't lift them in time, the consequences will be unimaginable."

"I used Sang Dong grass to lift a spell for you every time, that is, the spell that suppressed your meridians, and also helped you temporarily suppress the confinement formation in your body."

"Even so, you must not abuse your spiritual power at will, and you must not injure yourself at will."

As he spoke, Su Yunran's voice slowly lowered, with a little frustration and helplessness.

"The spell mark is too complicated, and I'm not completely sure that I can completely lift it all at once."

"Qingchen, I'm sorry."

After speaking, Su Yunran closed his eyes weakly, and his thick eyelashes were slightly moist, crossing Mo Qingchen's neck, bringing a burst of itching.

I'm sorry, but I can't remove the spell mark from my body.

I'm sorry, there are some things I can't tell you.

I'm sorry to make you suffer all this.

Feeling Su Yunran's strange emotions, Mo Qingchen's heart suddenly ached, and his face was full of distress, he took Su Yunran into his arms, gently rubbed his chin against the top of Su Yunran's hair, and coaxed softly: "Ah Ran, I'm fine." ”

"You have lifted a spell for me, and suppressed the confinement formation, which is already very powerful, why do you want to say sorry?"

"I should thank you."

Mo Qingchen sighed, "Ah Ran, I'll be fine." ”

"Trust me, I'll always be with you."

Hearing this, Su Yunran's body moved, slowly raised his head, opened his eyes, there were tears around his reddened eyes, his mouth was flattened, and his thin eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.

"With such a complicated spell mark, you don't want to be reckless."

"Before I help you suppress it, you should keep having seizures, after all, those spells and formations are constantly fighting in your body."

"You're just, relying on your profound cultivation, to endure it."

As he spoke, Su Yunran stretched out his hand, and his slender fingers poked Mo Qingchen's chin, and there was a bit of blame in his slightly raised voice, but there was also undisguised distress.

"Where will there be nothing."

While speaking, Yunling Courtyard had arrived, Mo Qingchen hugged Su Yunran, passed through the many formations, came to the depths of the courtyard, and sat down at the stone table under a flower tree.

The gentle wind as thin as celadon blew warmly, bringing up petals one after another, brushing Su Yun's cheeks, and falling on her cloud-like soft green silk, fragrant.

Mo Qingchen took Su Yunran into his arms, patted her back with his slender hand, and said softly: "Qingchen knows that he is wrong, and he will not be in the future." ”

"Everything is up to Ah Ran."

Su Yunran pursed his lips, snorted softly, and said no more.

Wuqing walked silently, followed by a few secret guards, put lunch on the table, and after saluting the two, he lowered his head and retreated silently.

The mellow aroma came to his face, Su Yunran couldn't help but move, poked his head out of Mo Qingchen's arms, sniffed lightly, and raised his thin eyebrows slightly.