She couldn't have contracted him before.

Now that she knows that he is Shen Li's junior brother, it is even more impossible for her to contract him.

Shen Li seemed to say it casually, but he didn't insist, turned his head and pointed at her with the back of his head, "You go." ”

After all, Shen Yuan still put him on the edge of the cold pool.

When he left, he rubbed the soft hair between his ears, "Next time, I will heal my body with you." ”

Shen Li snorted, didn't raise his head, turned around, and left Shen Yuan with a nine-tailed buttocks.

——

Shen Yuan is smart this time.

When the mind wanders, his eyes are closed, and lying on the tree is like a nap.

But when she opened her eyes, she saw another man sitting on a branch.

It's Luo Beixiao.

Shen Yuanruo yawned unintentionally, "Master, Sword Monarch, why are you here?" ”

"Looking for you." Luo Beixiao said.

He didn't notice the word "teacher" that the woman almost blurted out.

He thought that with the sensitivity of the other party, he would wake up the first time he appeared, who knew that he had been sitting here staring at her for a quarter of an hour before she noticed him.

Or maybe he didn't wake up because he found him, but simply because the rest was over.

Luo Beixiao noticed the barrier set up around Shen Yuan, and he was sure that he couldn't break it with his own ability.

Even if you are here in the Mahayana period, it is impossible for you to break it unnoticed.

Who is she?

Shen Yuan sat up straight: "What are you looking for me to do?" ”

Luo Beixiao answered: "See a doctor." ”

Shen Yuan immediately looked at his shoulder.

The man's shirt was still torn, and he didn't change it, apparently so that she could examine the wound later.

"It hurts?" Shen Yuan frowned and asked.

Luo Beixiao lowered his eyelids, raised them again, and said, "It hurts." ”

Shen Yuan's expression was solemn, and he hurried over.

Her gaze carefully fell on the man's wound, and sure enough, she saw that the purple power above was a little restless.

Why?

While Shen Yuan was seriously investigating his injuries, Luo Beixiao's attention kept falling on her.

His gaze then moved to her hair, and his pupils narrowed when he caught a glimpse of the hairpin that was almost identical to that of the little apprentice.

Shen Yuan never cared about the hairpin.

Even though she asked the refiner to carve some more small flowers for her when she made the hairpin, at a glance, her hairpin was not much different from those on the market.

She didn't pay attention to it herself, and she didn't think that anyone else would notice.

She didn't know which one she used every time she took out a bath.

Ke Luo Beixiao remembers it very clearly.

The only time he observed the little apprentice's hairpin so closely was when he came back from Yaofeng and was asked by Uncle Sun to find the little disciple for him.

At that time, the hairpin that Ah Kite wore was exactly the same as the one in her hair.

The reason why Luo Beixiao is sure that it is exactly the same is nothing more than that he has a good memory.

There is no difference between the two hairpins in appearance, and they are both spiritual weapons.

He quietly withdrew his gaze, then slowly grabbed his cuffs.

When he goes out to the jade workshop in a few days, he will see if the hosta in the cultivation world is much the same.

If not, then the other party-

The man's heart seemed to have been hammered by something, and it was beating fast, and he was a little suffocated.

"How?" He asked in a hoarse voice.

When he spoke, he looked straight at Shen Yuan's face.