Lan Luochen was stared at by Shen Yuan.

When he looked up at her, the other party turned into a smile again.

Staring at such a breathtaking face, she smiled at him like this, and he suspected that she didn't know what she looked like.

Lan Luo stood up from the stool with a bang.

"What are you laughing at, have you never looked in the mirror?"

The man put down a self-righteous cruel word and walked away.

When he came to the door, his figure turned his back to the house: "I will consider what you mean, and give you an answer tonight at the latest." ”

The matter of returning the medicine bell in a dream requires extreme caution.

But if you want to compare with your younger brother, no matter how important things are, you can't compare.

The reason why he didn't agree to her immediately was just because he didn't want Shen Yuan to feel that her request was too simple.

In the past, the people of the Lan family hurt his younger brother for the sake of the dream medicine bell, and now no matter what, it is impossible for him to give up the opportunity to heal him again because of the dream return medicine bell.

Lan Luochen is gone.

But Shen Yuan knew that he would be back soon.

To solve the poison of the master, there are still Bodhi leaves, the grass roots of the Heart-devouring Grass and the flower dew of the Spirit Flower left.

There is a heart-devouring herb in the ancient medicine garden, and it is still 10,000 years old.

So, she just needs to find the Bodhi Leaf and the Spirit Flower again.

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After Luo Beixiao left Qingyun Sect, he didn't know where he was going.

Before he knew it, he had already arrived at the Seven Star Mountain at the junction of the Central and Southern Regions.

The jade pendant he got from Su Yunqing was still in his sleeve.

The man stood on the big rock on the edge of the cliff, looked at the deep and turquoise cold pool, and sat down cross-legged.

The corners of Luo Beixiao's forehead gradually broke into a cold sweat, and the jade pendant on the cuffs was put away by him, and the spell struck, and the familiar pain hit his whole body.

His mind gradually crossed over the bits and pieces of the time he had gotten along with the little apprentice here.

At that time, Ah Kite was only a teenager, still a little girl, and often stayed in the forest for two hours at a time in order to avoid him, for the purpose of finding spiritual food.

He has never felt that she is naughty, but he has never reflected on himself.

Why is the other party so reluctant to stay by his side?

If he had found the crux of the problem in the first place, wouldn't it...... Is it that now she will not say goodbye without saying goodbye.

The man let out an unbearable muffled grunt in his throat.

His eyelashes twitched slightly, and when he opened them, he saw a deep puddle.

Plop

The man in white with a begonia fell into the water.

The splash above the cold pool exploded and dissipated, and at the bottom of the pool, the man's god-like face was full of pain.

It was only at this time that he leaked all his heartache and bitterness without any scruples.

Kite, can you come back?

Suddenly, I don't know what to think, Luo Beixiao opened her eyes in the cold pool.

The contract of Qingtang Sword was made by him and his little apprentice.

Ignoring the pain swept up by the spell, the man forgot to take out the jade pendant he had put away, and his upper body surfaced.

Luo Bei Xiaojun's face was crossed with a trace of slightly crazy excitement, his front leaned against the shore, his black hair was wet by the pool water, and part of it hung down in front of him.

Clear water flowed down his jaw into the placket, where the embroidery thread reflected in the moonlight.

The man's palms trembled and spread, and the Qingtang Sword was summoned.

The sword body was overflowing, and the aura of the little apprentice above was very strong.

Luo Beixiao chuckled hoarsely, and a faint sense of traction came from the Qingtang Sword, and with the urging of his consciousness, the tip of the sword turned in a different direction, pointing directly at the middle domain.