Yun Lin finally couldn't stand Song Wei's cold eyes, sat down, and comforted her lightly: "Yunluo has been smart since she was a child, don't worry, she should be fine." ”

That being said, Yunlin's heart was not easy at all. He didn't know how much Yunluo was cultivating at the moment, and now he was dangerous, and he felt ridiculed when he said it.

Song was slightly stunned, glanced at Yunlin, and said in a better mood: "Yes, I hope it will be like what you said!"

Song Weiwei was still a little worried in her heart.

Yun Lin's face was slightly relaxed, and the two of them sat stiffly like this, without saying a word, everything had to wait for the priest to come back before he could know what to do.

As soon as Si Fu finished dealing with the affairs of his Soul Pavilion, he took Xuanyi back to the door of his room, smelling two inexplicable breaths in his room, his brows furrowed, Xuanyi also noticed it, looking at Si Fu's appearance, he wanted to stop talking.

Si Fu stepped forward first, followed by Xuanyi.

Song Wei noticed that someone was approaching, and the aura around him immediately became extremely cold, and when he couldn't find the other party's level, he knew that it was the guy who died and came back.

Song Weiwei has always known that she is not at the same level as Si Fu, and even she can't find out Si Fu's level, I'm afraid that the other party is above her.

Si Yan held the fan in his hand and had already stepped into the room, there was no surprise in his eyes, he just said: "I haven't seen you for a few days, Senior Sister Song's cultivation has grown again?"

Song was slightly sarcastic: "Where, no matter how much Weiwei grows, it is not half a point below the level of the dead son." ”

Si Yan chuckled when he heard this, beckoned Xuanyi to make tea and pour water, and sat opposite the Gui Zi chair by himself, his eyebrows were cold.

Yun Lin looked worried, he didn't know how to speak for a long time, in this, his rank was the lowest, and he was the least qualified to speak, so he could only sit there, hesitating.

After waiting for a while, seeing that they were silent, Si Yan could only speak again: "I don't know why Senior Sister Song rashly visited the office today?"

Song Weiwei was reminded by him before he remembered his purpose and quickly explained his intention.

Unexpectedly, Si Wei's answer did not match Song Weiwei's mood, Song Weiwei clenched the cup in her hand and was about to be crushed by her, Yun Lin saw this, lest the matter be big, and besides, this matter may not have anything to do with Si Wei, not to mention that the power behind Si Wei should not be underestimated, Yun Lin could not let his sister's good friend take risks, so he immediately grabbed Song Weiwei and said softly beside her: "Forget it, let's go to Yunluo's house first to find clues!"

Song Weiwei listened and looked at Yunlin, intending to think.

Yunlin immediately explained: "I am Luo'er's brother, and I am more worried about Luo'er than you...... Let's go see what we're going to do, shall we?"

Song Wei swept Si Fu with cold eyes, put down a cruel word and turned around to leave, Yun Lin was behind, bent down and made an apologetic gesture to Si Fu, and then followed Song Weiwei's pace.

After they left, the smile on his face that had been sitting on the chair froze instantly, gloomy and terrifying. I don't know when the teacup in his hand has been crushed to pieces, and the tea in it still bursts out with a hot temperature, and falls on Si Yan's hand, burning out the fiery red skin.

Xuanyi looked at Si Fu like this, and shouted in a little panic: "Venerable Lord?!"

Si Fu came back to his senses, looked at the burned part of his hand, pondered, waved his hand, and the burned part of his hand gradually healed, as if everything that had just happened had not happened at all.

"Let's go and find out, what's going on?" Si Yan's face was condensed, and the words that came out of his mouth were full of coldness.

Xuanyi knew that the lord was angry, and he didn't dare to disobey him, so he could only bow his head and agree.

The night is lonely, the moon is high and the wind is clear.

Jun Wuchen had just come back from the thatched hut in the forest, and before he could sit down, a secret guard came to report the matter of Yunluo and the place where he was.

In an instant, a figure soared directly from the sky, exuding a mottled and cold atmosphere, this person was dressed in black plain clothes, and a silver mask hung on his face, and the pattern on the mask was very delicate.

When he arrived at his destination, the man's expression froze, and there was only a cold look in his dark pupils.

After another spin in the sky, the person had disappeared in place, and in its place, only the cold air was still silently drifting.

dungeon

I don't know when there was another person standing there in the dark dungeon, dressed in black, wearing a mask on his face, and it was the same Shen Wu.

Jun Wuchen looked at the people who were close at hand, stepped forward a few steps, the aura in his hand condensed, his fingers turned into claws slightly, the cell that was firmly locked had been opened, Jun Wuchen's eyes were pouted, his face was very ugly, if someone was staring at this moment, the face under the mask would definitely be frightened half to death by the expression on Jun Wuchen's face. The main thing is that it's too gloomy and terrible.

Yunluo was lying quietly on the cold cell floor at the moment, the clothes on his body had been tortured by the whip, and the blood oozing from the skin scar was stained on the surroundings and clothes, and his face was entwined with three thousand green silks, there was a messy beauty, which made people look at it and wanted to pity it but couldn't help but want to blaspheme, and looked down to see that there were thick chains tied to his feet and hands.

Jun Wuchen showed a look of self-reproach in his eyes, everything was because of him, if he hadn't walked away that night, it wouldn't have led to the current situation.

Jun Wuchen silently said to himself in his heart, Luo'er, don't worry, I will avenge you, even if I move a strand of your hair, I will let him pay with his life!

Thinking of this, Jun Wuchen's eyes were soaked with bloodshots, and they were wrapped around his eyes, as if they were about to drip out in the next second.

Jun Wuchen walked in and hugged Yunluo in his arms, Yunluo's whole body was cold at the moment, because she didn't heal the wounds on her body, some of the wounds were inflamed.

Jun Wuchen trembled his hands and flipped the hair on Yunluo's face, only to see that her face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, like a flower that couldn't see the sun, and the leaves and petals had faded their color. There are also gray lips, completely bloodless, Jun Wuchen ** her face finely, and afraid of hurting her, a trace of aura slowly solidified in her left hand, and slowly repaired her wounds, but because the injury was too long, it could not be recovered immediately, and slowly, Jun Wuchen found the strangeness on Yunluo's body.

Jun Wuchen raised his eyebrows, and put his fingers on Yunluo's veins. His brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and his eyes became more and more gloomy.

He carefully held Yunluo in his arms, and his movements were gentle, as if he was afraid that the person in his arms would melt.

Jun Wuchen gently ** between Yunluo's eyebrows, soothing her frowning brows because of pain, and her cold voice was revealed without emotion: "Luo'er, I'm sorry for you." ”