Lin Shu glanced at Wuchen lightly, lazily holding the sword, and his voice was cold: "Miss agreed." ”

Wuchen frowned, very puzzled, "Agreed?" Then she ······"

Lin Shu sneered, turned around, no longer looked at the blank Wuchen, and only said lightly: "Do you want Miss to go empty-handed?" ”

Wuchen: "······"

Was he ridiculed and disliked at this time?

Are these seven young ladies usually like this?

Don't say anything?

How did this cold Lin Shu know?

At this time, Su Yunran's faint voice came: "Come in." ”

When Lin Shu and Wuchen walked in, they saw that Su Yunran had already changed out of his nightgown and put on a white skirt with a white cloak on the outside.

Su Yunran looked at Wuchen straight and didn't say a word.

Wuchen was a little hairy when he was looked at, and he couldn't help but speak: "Seventh Miss? ”

"Let's draw." Su Yun gathered his cloak and his tone was a little impatient.

"Painting?" Wuchen was dazed, "What to draw?" ”

Su Yunran frowned, his eyes were sharp, "Draw a formation." ”

Wuchen only felt a chill gradually rising from his back, but he still didn't know why.

Lin Shu snorted coldly, "Draw a formation." ”

Then he added, "Wear through the empty array, will you?" ”

Wuchen suddenly realized, and then suddenly became speechless, and complained in his heart.

Miss Seven, can't you make it clear?

So what should the master do after that?

With great confusion and grievances, Wuchen raised his hand to draw a formation, the formation opened, and the space was distorted, and the three of them had arrived at a dim cave.

"Wuchen?" An anxious voice came, "How's it going?" ”

"Miss Seven is here." Wuchen responded, signaled to Su Yunran, and led Lin Shu and Su Yunran in one direction by the way.

Wuchen raised his hand to lift a few prohibitions, and his front brightened.

The light of the night pearl was very soft, Mo Qingchen leaned quietly on the stone wall, his face was pale, there was a faint black mist in the center of his eyebrows, and the meridians on his neck seemed to be about to burst, a blood-red color.

A man sat behind Mo Qingchen, inputting spiritual power for him, his face full of anxiety.

Hearing the footsteps, the man turned around, and when he saw Su Yunran, a little joy appeared on his face, "Subordinate Wuze, I've seen Miss Seven." ”

Su Yunran bowed slightly, didn't say anything, and came directly to Mo Qingchen's side, reaching out to catch his pulse.

After a while, Su Yunran let go of Mo Qingchen's wrist, pressed his right hand on Mo Qingchen's neck, and then pressed his blackened eyebrows with his fingertips.

Wuchen and Wuze watched Su Yunran's movements nervously, not daring to go up and disturb.

Although, they are not very relieved about Su Yunran, but who let the master give an order, Su Yunran's words are equivalent to the master's words?

The master cares so much about this Seventh Miss, how dare they snub her?

After a while, Su Yunran quietly spit out a few words: "Internal injuries, poisonous hair." ”

Wuchen hurriedly said, "Seventh Miss? Master, he ······"

"He'll be fine." Su Yunran withdrew his hand and said lightly.

At least, she definitely won't let him die until she gets things figured out.

Su Yunran looked at this cave and could feel the existence of the enchantment, which also made her feel relieved.

Su Yunran stood up, looked around, and asked lightly, "Is there a water source here?" ”

"Yes." Wuzawa replied.

"Bring your master here." Su Yunran commanded.

"Yes." Wu Ze responded, picked up Mo Qingchen, and walked towards the depths of the cave.

Su Yunran turned to Wuchen, took out a burden from the space, handed it to him, and said lightly: "You go and decoct the medicine." ”

Wuchen took it, a little shocked.

Is this a personal space?

Didn't you say that Miss Seven's spiritual power was low?

How could she have?

However, now is not the time to think about this, Wuchen hurriedly took the burden and found a suitable place to decoct the medicine.

Su Yunran brushed his sleeves, came to Wuze's side, and saw a natural hot spring, full of spiritual power. She reached out and gave it a try, nodding.

Wu Ze asked, "Miss Seven, what should I do now?" ”

Su Yun was stunned and replied, "Take off your master's clothes." ”

"Huh?"

Wu Ze was stunned for a moment, "Take off your clothes?" Master's? ”

Su Yunran glanced at Wu Ze and nodded coldly.

Are Mo Qingchen's subordinates so stupid?

Can't understand anything?

Is Mo Qingchen easy to use?

Wuchen was scared for a while and said, "Miss Seven, why don't you come?" ”

Su Yunran glanced at Wu Ze and frowned, "What?" Can't even take off your clothes? ”

Wu Ze shuddered for a while, "That's the master, subordinate······ Don't dare to offend. ”

I really don't dare, what if the master knows about it and chops off his hand?

Let's let Miss Seven come, maybe the master will be happy for a long time.