Chapter 216: The Blue Dome is at a loss

"Yes."

didn't have time to care about the pain on his chin, Yao Ziran hurriedly bowed his head to the woman, made a big bow respectfully, and said solemnly: "The disciple obeys." ”

"With your strength, it is estimated that there are still some difficulties, and the deity will help you break through now and increase some cultivation."

After speaking, the woman raised her hand, the wide clothes were windless, and the dark spiritual power was surging, and there was a sense of oppression.

"Disciple, thank you for your help."

Yao Ziran saluted again, his voice was extremely respectful, with a little joy and expectation, and there was a different look in his eyes.

The woman tilted her head slightly, and the wide sleeves gently swept through the room, and a stable barrier was set, and faintly, there was a spiritual power surging secretly.

Outside the secret house, a maze suddenly enveloped the secret house, converging all the breath in the secret house, and gradually blending with the surrounding plants and trees, and there was no clue.

The insects chirped lowly, in harmony with the soft breeze.

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The night gradually blurred everything in the world, and the cool night breeze blew quietly, rippling layers on the calm lake, bringing ripples and sparkles, like fine pearls.

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Su Yunhua walked into the courtyard, walked through the sassy bamboo, looked at the flickering candles in the house through the window, turned his head, and asked Jiufei who was standing on the side, "Has Xiao Ran rested?" ”

"Just rested."

Jiufei leaned over slightly, lowered his voice slightly, and lowered his eyebrows.

"Xiao Ran's health has been getting worse and worse lately."

As he spoke, Su Yunhua couldn't help frowning, his words were worried, with a strong look of unease.

"It's always like this, and it's not an option."

When the words fell, Su Yunhua couldn't help but shake his head, and sighed heavily, full of powerlessness.

"Fourth Miss."

Jiufei raised her head slightly, looked at Su Yun's painted eyes seriously, and said in a firm tone, "Miss has only suffered from the wind and cold recently, so she will be so weak, and in a few days, she will definitely get better, Fourth Miss don't worry too much." ”

Su Yunhua smiled helplessly, with a bit of bitterness on his face, full of complexity.

"Did Xiao Ran tell you that?"

Jiufei was slightly stunned, and after a moment, his lips moved silently, Fang lowered his head and nodded slightly.

"This girl."

Su Yunhua chuckled, raised his head and gathered the cloak on his body, his tone was strange, revealing a little doting.

"Since Xiao Ran has already slept, I won't bother."

Su Yun took a few steps forward, and instructed Jiufei and Jiuxun: "You guys will take a good look at Xiao Ran these days, let her not go out again, just stay at home with peace of mind, cultivate well, Qing'an Hall's affairs, the third brother and I will watch, so she doesn't have to worry." ”

Jiufei and Jiuxun bowed respectfully to Su Yunhua and responded: "Yes." ”

"Okay, then I'll go."

After speaking, Su Yunhua turned around and slowly left the courtyard.

The dripping moonlight sprinkled on Su Yun's painting, rippling a shallow halo and softening the eyebrows and eyes.

Jiufei and Jiuxun glanced at each other, with a faint smile on their faces, with a little relief and a little joy.

Inside the house, Qing Qiong was lying quietly on the bed, his spiritual power flowed, and he heard the words of the three people outside the house clearly, and his face was slightly moved.

The candle flame swayed quietly, and when it was extinguished, the rippling moonlight was shaken off, and it was clear.

Qingqiong raised his hand and gently pressed it on his heart, and there was an inexplicable light in his eyes, and he couldn't see his emotions.

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The reckless flowers and trees whispered softly, accompanied by the petals falling one after another, paddling through the soft dance steps, lingering in the cold moonlight, and a little warm color.

Su Yunran was wrapped in a snow-colored cloak, quietly nestled in Mo Qingchen's arms, boredly playing with his big bony hands, his eyebrows trembled slightly, his eyes were clear and pure, the soft green silk hung down properly, and the corners of his white clothes were moist moonlight.

Mo Qingchen hugged Su Yunran's petite and thin body, his spiritual power spread slightly, stretched out the enchantment, and isolated the cold night breeze, his expression was gentle, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

The dark corners of the clothes and the white hem of the clothes spread out, filled with the dripping moonlight, blurring the distance between each other.

Wu Qing stood quietly in the distance, standing with his head bowed, his expression extremely respectful.

Occasionally, one or two birds pass by, leaving a string of bird songs, light and insignificant, with a bit of long-term meaning.

As if he suddenly remembered something, Su Yunran raised his head suddenly, and the movements in his hand stopped suddenly, and he hurriedly called: "Qingchen." ”

"I'm here."

Feeling Su Yunran's strange emotions, Mo Qingchen frowned slightly, raised his hand and gently patted Su Yunran's back, with a soothing taste.

"What?"

"There's something for you."

Su Yunran paused, and slowly stretched out his slender and white little hand to wrap around Mo Qingchen's neck.

Feeling Su Yunran's sudden approach, Mo Qingchen's body stiffened suddenly, and then he immediately reached out and held her waist.

Su Yunran's delicate face slowly approached Mo Qingchen until the two of them pressed their foreheads against their foreheads, their breaths intertwined.

Mo Qingchen blinked, the hands holding Su Yunran's waist were slightly forced, and his heartbeat couldn't help but be a little chaotic.

Su Yunran's hand around Mo Qingchen's neck tightened, his thick eyelashes fanned, and a dark light flashed in his clear eyes, which was meaningful.

With a slight sigh of relief, Su Yun's thin lips with pale colors opened slightly, and he spoke softly, with a meaning that could not be denied.

"Close your eyes."

Breathing slightly, Mo Qingchen smiled lightly, closed his eyes according to his words, and his eyebrows were full of pampering and patience.

Su Yunran's afterglow glanced at the scene outside the enchantment, his fingertips moved slightly, and a formation was set up, falling outside the enchantment, blurring everything in the enchantment.

After all the sounds around him were cut off, Su Yunran's gaze returned to Mo Qingchen's stunning face, and he breathed a little, trying to suppress the unrest in his heart.

After a while, Su Yunran slowly closed his eyes, and his eyebrows curled up in an elegant arc.

When the spiritual power flowed darkly, Su Yunran's eyebrows emitted a bright light, with a shallow halo, accompanied by the constantly rotating rune lines, intertwined into a complex totem, slowly appearing behind Su Yunran, with a heavy aura.

The jade-colored streamer slowly flowed in Su Yunran's meridians, through the foreheads where the two of them touched, flowed into Mo Qingchen's body, gradually circulated to the whole body, and after a few weeks of circulation, it returned to Su Yunran's body through the forehead.

Mo Qingchen only felt that his consciousness was empty, and when he opened his eyes again, he came to a secret realm.

The clouds are shrouded in fog, and everything in front of you is just a rough outline, and you can't see it really.

The air is rich in aura, diffused with elegant fragrance, and people's mood is suddenly open and clear.

Mo Qingchen breathed slightly, his gaze swept over everything around him, uncontrollably, and walked in one direction.

There was the sound of the gurgling stream, the sound of the clear bamboo, and the light and faint sound of birds.

As if he had walked across a gentle and dignified bridge, Mo Qingchen stopped on a bluestone path, and the hem of his dark clothes was stained with a little dripping moisture.

The mist was bursting, light as a soft tulle, rich as a thick juice, flowing in the air, wrapped around the fingertips, with a bit of obvious temperature. , you are lonely, the young lady warms you with a movie