On the sword head platform, Su Jing and Wang Sheng were already practicing in the morning. The long sword danced without ink, which was very ornamental. Qinglan looked at it and was stupid.

An Xian only slightly bent his knees to Su Jing and Wang Sheng, and went straight into the tower.

Qinglan sat on the steps, dragging her cheeks, her face was full of peach blossoms, looking at Su Jing and Wang Sheng, two handsome guys, without blinking her eyes.

An Xian came to the ninth floor of the tower, pushed open the stone door and entered.

The situation that caught the eye made An Xian's heart shocked.

"Perverted!" An Xian blurted out a low curse.

On the jasper bed, Li Yuan lay peacefully, but his shirt was torn open, and his muscular muscles were exposed.

On his left chest, red lines were drawn.

At first glance, it looks like a word.

I couldn't tell the words carefully.

"It's really perverted! Write and draw on the living dead, why don't you dig up your own ancestral grave and drag your ancestors out to write!"

She had only come to see Liyuan yesterday afternoon, and at that time, Liyuan was fine. Now, that's it!

From yesterday afternoon to now, there should be only Su Jing and Wang Sheng in this tower!

With a grip of his left hand, An Xian closed the ghost door that was open in his bedroom and reopened it. The ghost gate appeared right in front of her. She stepped inside.

In the wasteland, there is a wooden bath barrel. There was a bucket of water in the tub. This was what she asked Qinglan to prepare early in the morning in the name of bathing.

An Xian came up today, originally to give Liyuan a bath.

Liyuan has been lying here for many days, and if he doesn't wash it, it's time to close the net. Although I decided to pay attention to leaving the abyss, I was a monk for a day and hit the clock for a day. She won't be lazy when she's supposed to do it.

An Xian and Luo Luo worked together to push a bucket of water out of the ghost door.

Three times five divided by two stripped off the abyss, picked it up, and slowly put it into the bath tub. "Luo Luo, come and bathe Uncle Liyuan. An Xian handed Luo Luo a bath towel. The blood on Luo Luo's body has not dried up, and he still has the essence of a human being, and he can do this job.

Luo Luo glanced at Liyuan with disgust, and did not take the bath towel. He asked, "Mother, is this the man you have in this life? Isn't this a dead man? Mother, are you going to raise him to be a zombie?"

An leisurely rubbed the bath towel and pumped it on the back of Luo Luo's head. "What nonsense! He's not dead, he's just paralyzed. ”

Luo Luo raised his hand to touch Liyuan, and pinched Liyuan's arm again and again. "It's really alive! Mother, why did he sleep so deadly, and he didn't wake up like this. ”

An Xian threw the bath towel to Luo Luo. "Don't talk nonsense, get to work. ”

"Mother, in your last life, didn't you really want to serve your father and the emperor to bathe?

"You're talking a lot of nonsense!" An Xian glanced at Luo Luo.

Luo Luo scratched his head, indicating that the world of adults is not understood by children. He seriously scrubbed Liyuan up.

An Xian tidied up the set of clothes that Li Yuan had taken off. It was found that there was nothing in the clothing. There are pockets on the chest and sleeves of the tunic that were originally used to hold some miscellaneous items. Liyuan's pocket is empty.

"It's weird. Where are all Liyuan's personal belongings?" An Xian frowned. She didn't find any personal belongings in the Nine Directions Palace. They all said that they had lived in the Nine Directions Hall before leaving the abyss.

In the ninth layer of this Yue Jue Tower, there are only books and his sword, and nothing else. There are no clothes, shoes and socks, not to mention ornaments, silver and other things.

If it is said that Liyuan's money was looted while he was in a coma, it is possible. But what about his daily change of clothes?

"Mother, this can't be washed off!" Luo Luo shouted.

Walk over in peace.

Luo Luo tried his best to scrub the blood-red ghost drawing talisman on Liyuan's left chest with a bath towel, but he couldn't rub off the slightest bit of color.

"Perverted!" There was no way to be quiet, only to curse in a low voice. She can't beat Su Jing and Wang Sheng.

Luo Luo said: "Why did they write the word 'broken' on Daddy's body?"

Rest assured. "Is this a 'broken' word?" she didn't look like it horizontally or vertically.

"It's an ancient seal character. When I was a child, my father taught me. My father said that many of the classics handed down from ancient times were written in ancient seal script, so I wanted to recognize the ancient seal characters. It's a pity that I only learned more than 100 ancient seal characters before I became a ghost. Lolo was a little gloomy.

Ancient seal characters?

Broken?

What does this mean exactly?

Luo Luo's sentence "The classics that have been circulated in ancient times are all written in ancient seal script" made An Xian slightly surprised. Her "Ghost Master Cultivation Manual" was poured out of the ancient tomb of the Xingxia Empire, and it was something that could not be more ancient, but the text on it was the font used by the Nanrong Dynasty.

An Xianxin said: "I was really stupid at the time. The Ghost Master Cultivation Manual must be something amazing, and it must be able to automatically transform words according to the reader's knowledge. I didn't even notice it at the time!"

However, it is useless to grieve at this now. The Ghost Master's Cultivation Manual did not follow her to be reborn.

"Luo Luo, look at your Uncle Liyuan, what else is abnormal?" An Xian felt that it was inconvenient to check Liyuan's body. gave him a wide coat, and she also looked elsewhere and ripped it off indiscriminately.

Luo Luo checked Liyuan twice and said, "Mother, Uncle Liyuan is as good as my father!"

Leisure: ......

It seems that the pervert just wrote the word "broken" on Liyuan, and did nothing else.

No, isn't it just that it was written?

Before today, An Xian didn't think about coming to help Liyuan bathe, so he dusted him with a feather duster, and occasionally helped him turn over to see if he had bedsores on his back because he had been lying down.

An Xian suddenly thought of something, and she checked Liyuan's clothes again. On the left and right sides of the clothes, there are faint frost marks, and the tentacles are cold. Elsewhere on the garment, there is no abnormality to the touch.

An Xian walked to the side of the jade bed, and sure enough, on the edge of the bed, he found a frost mark. At the foot of the bed, where the frost was opposite, there were also two frost marks next to each other.

The frost marks are so light that they are barely visible to the naked eye unless you distinguish them carefully. But when you touch it with your hand, it's cold and biting.

An Xian's brain made up for it: a man with frost sat on the edge of the ice bed, ripped open Liyuan's clothes with his big hand with frost, and wrote the word "broken" that could not be washed off by some mysterious means. Or, it wasn't he who wrote it, he just ripped off Liyuan's clothes and looked at it.

An Xian crouched down, facing the doorway, groping on the floor, however, she did not find a single frost mark inside or outside the door. But he found a frost mark in the middle of the house.

Obviously, this frost man used some unknown means of teleportation, without alarming anyone from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, appeared in the middle of this room, stepped in front of the jade bed, sat on the edge of the jade bed, and ripped off Liyuan's clothes...... Then he just teleported away.

Su Jing and Wang Sheng's suspicions were ruled out, but An Xian's heart tightened even tighter.

Who the hell is it?

What do you want to do?

Will it come back?

How much harm will it do to Liyuan, and will it affect her leisure?