At that moment, a cold light flashed, and Mo Qingchen's shirt was picked open, revealing a smooth chest.

Su Yunran held a sharp blade in his hand, his eyes were sharp, and he stabbed into Mo Qingchen's chest.

Wuchen's forehead jumped suddenly, and he was about to speak, but he was glanced at by Su Yunran coldly, and immediately swallowed the words he was about to say.

With a movement in his hand, he pulled out the blade suddenly, Su Yunran's pale fingertips were pointed on the wound, and the spiritual power was swirling, the fingertips slowly retreated, and a line of blood was slowly drawn out.

The blood swirled around the fingertips a few times, forming several formations, staggered and rotated, forming a round of formations, glowing with a blood-colored halo, strange and mysterious.

With a slam push of his palm, Su Yunran's thin eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he smashed the blood-colored formation into the Sang Dong grass.

Forest green and blood red are staggered and fused, and suddenly the light is flourishing.

Su Yunran's fingertips moved slightly, and the blazing flames immediately wrapped the Sangdong grass, and the faint fragrance came, and the Sangdong grass immediately turned into a light green light smoke, which was soft.

Under Wuchen's surprised gaze, Su Yunran's fingertips lifted slightly, and introduced the light smoke into his mouth, his face calm.

Qing Qiong frowned slightly, his hands were tightly pressed against Su Yunran's back, and more spiritual power was gently input.

Su Yunran sat on the ground, his hands sealed, and a round of formations slowly appeared under him, complex formations were staggered, spinning quietly, exuding an ancient and heavy aura.

The center of his eyebrows flashed with a faint green light, and Su Yunran's bloodless thin lips gradually turned green, full of weird meaning.

The thick eyelashes like butterfly wings trembled slightly, Su Yun furrowed his eyebrows, his thin lips opened slightly, his slender pale hand stretched out, and a wisp of light smoke was slowly drawn out, the snow color was clear, and the robe was windless and automatic, glowing with holy light.

At that moment, Su Yun's thin lips suddenly turned pale, a little paler than before.

Su Yunran leaned over slightly, reached out and gently opened Mo Qingchen's lips, and moved his fingertips in front of him, introducing the pale light smoke into his mouth.

Mo Qingchen's whole body suddenly shone brightly, and countless small points of light appeared, dancing gently around him, crossing a gentle arc in the air, falling on Mo Qingchen's body, and slowly merging into his body.

A dark mist flowed out of Mo Qingchen's body, and under the countless points of light, it gradually dissipated without a trace.

Mo Qingchen's eyebrows flashed with dark light, and only in that moment, he disappeared.

Everything gradually returned to calm, Su Yunran put down his hands, his thin eyebrows furrowed tightly, his thin lips moved silently, and he spat out a mouthful of blood and smashed it on the ground.

"Miss!"

Lin Shu quickly came to Su Yunran's side, stretched out his hand to support her thin shoulder, his brows furrowed tightly, and his deep voice was full of worry and anxiety.

"No problem."

Su Yunran waved his hand casually, and the light of his fingertips flashed, and a plain piece of paper appeared, dripping with ink.

She tilted her head slightly, handed the note to Lin Shu, took a deep breath, her voice was slightly deep, and said seriously: "You will decoct the medicine now." ”

"Remember, you have to do everything yourself, no one can do it."

Lin Shu took the note, which seemed to have a weight of ten thousand, he hesitated, as if he wanted to say something, and when he saw Su Yun's clear and serious gaze, he nodded respectfully, and responded respectfully "yes", then he didn't say anything more, and retreated silently.

"Turnip."

Looking at the back of Lin Shu leaving, Su Yunran smiled slightly, a wooden box appeared in his hand, his eyes fell on Wuchen, and he slowly spoke.

"Send Qingchen to rest, set up an enchantment in the room, light this incense, and keep it well."

"Remember, no one is to disturb until Qingchen wakes up."

Su Yunran raised his eyebrows slightly, his voice became a little heavier, and he repeated again: "No one can do it." ”

Wuchen stretched out his hand to take the wooden box, bowed his head respectfully, and seriously responded "Okay", and helped Mo Qingchen up.

was about to lift his feet and leave here, but Wuchen looked back, looked at Su Yunran, and said respectfully: "Miss Seventh is too injured, so my subordinates will let Wuqing treat Miss Seven's wounds." ”

"No, I don't."

Su Yunran shook his head and said with a smile: "I have asked Jiuxun to come over, just let her deal with it." ”

"Yes."

Wuchen bowed slightly, looking at Su Yunran's eyes full of seriousness, with obvious gratitude, "Thank you Miss Seven for helping." ”

"It doesn't matter."

Su Yunran tilted his head and said casually: "It's just easy." ”

"Go down."

Wuchen lowered his head, answered "yes", and helped Mo Qingchen to leave the place.

***

Bright daylight shines through the window paper, spilling over most of the room, and a cloud of water vapor can be faintly seen.

Mo Qingchen's brows moved, and he slowly opened his eyes.

After blurring his vision for a while, Mo Qingchen saw the familiar tent roof, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance, which made people's mood open and clear.

Suddenly, Mo Qingchen seemed to have suddenly thought of something, sat up suddenly, lifted the quilt, and was about to get out of bed as soon as his body moved.

"Master."

Wuchen quickly came to the side of the bed and held Mo Qingchen, his brisk voice was full of joy and excitement.

"Where's Aran?"

Mo Qingchen grabbed Wuchen, his brows furrowed, his face full of panic and eagerness.

"Where's Aran?"

His mind was full of his Ah Ran, covered in blood, with hideous wounds, a pale complexion, and a dead ash, which made Mo Qingchen's heart ache.

"Miss Seven"

Wuchen hesitated to speak, carefully looked at Mo Qingchen's face, and paused, as if he was hesitating about something.

"Where is she?"

The strength of Mo Qingchen's hand suddenly increased, Wuchen couldn't help frowning, and his voice dropped a lot, "Miss Seven went back." ”

"Where are you going?"

For some reason, a bad premonition suddenly rose in Mo Qingchen's heart, which instantly overwhelmed him, as if the most important thing in his life was about to leave.

"Go back to Su's house."

Wuchen slowly lowered his head, and his voice was a little lower.

"The Su family."

Mo Qingchen let go of his hand, frowned, no longer hesitated, picked up the robe on the side and put it on, his expression moved, and he disappeared in place.

Wuchen stood in place, looking at such an eager master, and his heart was deeply gratified.

The spiritual power was running to the extreme, and it didn't take long for Mo Qingchen to arrive at the Su family, easily bypassing the secret guards of the Su family, Mo Qingchen came to the "Yunshui Residence" smoothly, facing Jiufei who was guarding the door, Jiuxun and the two bowed slightly, and then pushed the door directly and walked into the house.

There was a faint incense burning in the room, and a delicate and small incense burner was placed on the table in front of the window, and the light smoke was rising, gathering and scattering, diffusing in the air, and the fragrance was faint.

Bypassing the freehand screen splashed with ink, Mo Qingchen came to the inner room silently, and the plain bed curtain swayed to reflect the figure in the tent.

Mo Qingchen quickly came to the side of the bed and lifted the bed curtain, but at that moment, he was stunned in place.

The woman on the bed, her face was pale, her breathing was shallow, but she was so sickly that she still couldn't hide her exquisite charm.

She lay quietly, her eyebrows as thick as butterfly feathers curled up in a gentle arc, trembling slightly, which showed the restlessness in her sleep.

After looking at it like this for a moment, Mo Qingchen's soft gaze suddenly became sharp, and his palm's spiritual power was condensed, with a faint anger.