At this time, the person on the bed opened his eyes at that moment, and his body jumped up, and the pale streamer flashed, hiding deep displeasure and hostility.

"You're that Qingchen?"

The woman spoke calmly, her thin eyebrows raised slightly, and her voice was steady and silent, with a little disgust and dissatisfaction.

"Who are you?"

Mo Qingchen's hands slowly tightened, looking at the face that was exactly the same as Su Yunran's, his brows furrowed tightly, and his tone was cold, as if he had been quenched with ice.

"Where's Aran?"

"She."

The woman casually raised her hand, carefully looked at the meridians on it, and said casually: "She is very good." ”

"Where is she?"

Mo Qingchen spoke again, his voice was slightly deep, with a little impatience.

"It's in this room, you go and find it."

The woman chuckled, her voice was light and pleasant, like a stream, gurgling by, pearl and jade.

Mo Qingchen raised his eyes, quickly reached out, grabbed the woman's slender neck, moved a little closer to her, and said coldly: "Say, where is Ah Ran?" ”

Feeling Mo Qingchen's undisguised killing intent, the woman slowly hooked her lips, a faint smile bloomed on her delicate pale face, her eyes were silent, she didn't make any waves, and she couldn't see joy or anger.

Seeing that the woman was always silent, Mo Qingchen's brows became tighter and tighter, and the strength of his hand increased a little, and red strangulation marks instantly appeared on the woman's white neck, which was extremely conspicuous.

"Really."

It seemed that she couldn't feel the pain in her neck, and the woman always smiled casually, and said unhurriedly: "Why are you so impatient." ”

"I really don't know, how could Yun Ran fall in love with you."

Hearing this, Mo Qingchen was slightly stunned, and the strength in his hand decreased slightly, but when he saw the woman's strange figure, he instantly opened a large distance from himself.

The woman brushed her sleeves, straightened out the slightly messy placket, stood not far away, gently rubbed her reddened neck, her thin eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her face was full of displeasure.

"Where's Aran?"

Mo Qingchen withdrew his hand, stood up calmly, and his deep gaze fell on the woman, which seemed to have a great weight.

"Want to know where Cloud Dye is?"

The woman took off her robe, sat casually at the table, slowly brought herself a cup of tea, and drank it calmly.

The fragrance of tea blurred the woman's delicate face.

Putting down the teacup, her slender fingers carefully rubbed the delicate patterns on the teacup, the woman's eyebrows trembled slightly, her face was solemn, her eyes were sharp, and she looked directly at Mo Qingchen with undisguised hostility.

"I don't want to tell you."

"You're Ah Ran's friend, I don't want to do anything to you."

Mo Qingchen's hands tightened, and a thin layer of sweat broke out, and the uneasiness in his heart became heavier and heavier, and it was worth constantly secretly breathing, trying to calm his panicked mind as much as possible.

This woman, with Ah Ran's face, should be to hide people's eyes and ears, and Jiufei, Jiuxun and Linshu outside the house should know.

So, where is the real Ah Ran?

Why do you want someone to impersonate you?

Don't

Mo Qingchen thought of Su Yunran, whose breath was dying and cold all over, his eyes couldn't help but tremble fiercely, and his heart was suddenly pinched, full of uneasiness.

Thinking of this, Mo Qingchen couldn't calm down anymore, he took a deep breath and said as calmly as possible: "Tell me, where is Ah Ran?" ”

"I must see her today."

The woman raised her eyebrows and glanced at Mo Qingchen coldly, with a little disdain, "You said you could see it if you want to see it?" ”

Mo Qingchen didn't say a word, only raised his hand, and with a movement of his fingertips, his spiritual power flew out, imprisoning the woman, so he didn't care about her anymore and looked for it by himself.

The woman struggled a few times, her pale face was full of weakness, and after a while, the woman simply quieted down and looked at Mo Qingchen for a long time.

The hem of the dark clothes swayed, Mo Qingchen's face was cold, his thin lips were tightly pursed, the lines were cold and sharp, and his deep eyes were full of worry and anxiety.

After being silent for a long time, the woman spoke lightly, and her voice was calm: "You can't find it." ”

"Why?"

Mo Qingchen's movements did not stop, and he continued to search carefully, his face was solemn, full of seriousness and caution.

"Here's the formation set up by Yun Dye, you can't find it."

The woman spoke slowly, her eyebrows raised happily, and she squinted at Mo Qingchen with some provocation.

"You let me go first, and I'll take you to her."

Hearing this, Mo Qingchen froze suddenly, turned around, and looked at the woman unsmoothly, his eyes narrowed slightly, with exploration and judgment.

"I wasn't moved by you."

The woman snorted lightly, turned her head slightly, and said lightly: "I just want you to see what Yun Ran looks like now." ”

"After all"

As she spoke, the woman's sharp gaze instantly fell on Mo Qingchen, with substantial pressure and anger.

"She's the way she is because of you."

At the end, the woman's voice became lower and lower, she lowered her head slightly, her thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes shimmered with fine crystals.

When the words fell, the body suddenly lightened, and the confinement was lifted, and there was a burst of relief.

Mo Qingchen withdrew his hand, his voice low and serious, "Take me to her." ”

The woman raised her eyes, her silent gaze slid over Mo Qingchen's strangely serious face, she didn't say much, only calmly brushed her sleeves, turned around, and walked towards the dresser.

Mo Qingchen followed the woman silently, full of panic.

The woman came to the dresser, raised her hand, and the spiritual power flashed through her fingertips, and then quickly and lightly swiped it, vaguely showing the appearance of a few lines.

The arrays are slowly combined and staggered, and the light is full in an instant, and the space is distorted, and the scene changes.

***

The sound of ticking water came, the light was slightly dim, and the extremely cold coolness enveloped the two of them, penetrating into their bodies at a very fast speed, until they reached the meridians and blood.

Mo Qingchen breathed slightly, his spiritual power warmed his body, and his serious gaze slid over everything around him, his face full of panic.

The woman lifted her feet and stepped onto the ice bridge, the wide hem of her clothes brushing the cold ground, bringing a chill.

Walking across the ice bridge, an even heavier chill came to his face, Mo Qingchen's hands in his sleeves couldn't help but tighten, his eyes looked forward, and his body froze.

Not far away, there is a glacial lake, on top of the glacial lake, there is a huge ice block, on which there is a wide ice bed, pale flowers spread around it, surrounded by a woman in white.

Mo Qingchen took a deep breath, walked quickly, pointed his toes on the surface of the lake, and came to the ice bed.

Xiaohua breathed quietly, and the pure woman in white was lying quietly on the ice bed, with a delicate face, picturesque eyebrows, a weak breath, and an extremely pale complexion, revealing a faint color of dead ashes.

Dressed in white, she still looked wide, and her petite body was even thinner and extremely fragile.

She was like this, lying quietly on the ice bed, with a quiet face and a somewhat peaceful atmosphere.

It seems that I have fallen into a dream.

Mo Qingchen leaned over slightly, stretched out his hand, and gently stroked Su Yunran's pale face, and his slender big hand was constantly trembling.

But it's cold to the tentacles.

"Ah Ran."

Mo Qingchen gently stroked Su Yunran's cold little face, his voice was gentle and patient, and he said softly: "I'm here." ”