The girl seemed to feel the candle flame in the study.

With a distinctly wooden look, he glanced at the dark window and took in the sigh.

She calmly withdrew her gaze and leaned against the corner with her knees folded.

Her right hand clenched into a fist, as if she were clenching something tightly.

As the cold moonlight and sparse stars shone through the night clouds, they illuminated her jewel-like eyes and the things she held in her hands.

From the corner of her fist, it was faintly visible that it was a silver bead hairpin.

Tonight, it's not just the grandfather and grandson who can't sleep.

Listening to the rain in the place where the incident occurred......

Su Jiu'er had already returned to her boudoir.

She held a bronze mirror in her hand and looked at the face in the bronze mirror with an expressionless face.

Then he let out a self-deprecating chuckle, and the hand holding the bronze mirror let go and fell to the ground without making a sound.

Because the floor of her room was covered with a thick and gorgeous blanket, even if something fell to the ground, there would not be much movement.

And the bronze mirror is a solid thing, but I don't have to worry about breaking and cleaning it.

She looked down at herself in the bronze mirror on the ground, and she didn't seem very satisfied.

The beautiful eyes narrowed into a long and narrow line, and the bronze mirror lying quietly on the ground shattered into countless pieces without warning, making a piercing sound.

The shattered bronze mirror split and distorted her picturesque appearance, and it looked a little miserable and hideous, living up to the beauty of the talent.

She looked at herself in the mirror and chuckled, smiling very satisfied.

"It's ugly, no wonder he wants to leave you behind. ”

One laughs alone, laughing and laughing...... Two lines of tears slowly fell.

Fortunately, the seriously injured Xiang'er and Yue'er don't know what happened tonight.

Not long after returning to the room, Xiang'er seemed to be very tired, and actually took a step ahead of her when Yue'er, who returned from heavy injury, and fell into a deep sleep.

Yue'er lost too much blood, coupled with the forcible use of the ghost control technique at the moment of serious injury.

In addition to the thrilling trauma on the body, the more serious is the backlash wound in the body.

All of a sudden, it was also sleepy.

The sleepiness was irresistible, Yue'er only felt that her eyelids were getting heavier, so she also fell asleep on Xiang'er's side, and she didn't have time to change her blood-stained dress.

It's just that before falling asleep, Yue'er didn't forget to pull a brocade quilt and cover Xiang'er.

The night is very cold, and Xiang'er has been sleeping very unsteadily recently, so she has become very cold.

She also guessed a few points of the reason, if she didn't cover the quilt again, she would probably become very difficult tonight.

After the two fell asleep one after another, a woman holding a sword pushed open the door and made a "creaking" sound of the wooden door rubbing.

She didn't deliberately restrain her breath, because as she approached the room, she could sense the even, faint breathing of the two of them through the door.

The two of them who fell into a deep sleep naturally couldn't notice her arrival, so she didn't have to deliberately restrain her breath.

She turned and closed the wooden door, shielded herself from the howling cold wind, and walked slowly to the window.

Stood there and stared at the two of them on the bed for a while.

Then he sighed helplessly, and gently placed the 'Chengying Sword' under the wooden steps at the head of the bed.

Then he sat on the edge of the bed, lifted the brocade quilt gently, and saw Yue'er covered in trauma.

Delicate brows furrowed slightly, and she stretched out her mid-index fingers, ready to land on her right wrist.

However, before her fingers could touch Yue'er's wrist, she paused in mid-air.

The brow furrowed even deeper......

Because at the moment she made a move.

She suddenly sensed that between the sleeves of this woman's clothes, there were fluctuations that were not similar to the human Yuan Force.

The power of that fluctuation was actually with a hint of coldness and evil, throbbing for a moment and then calming down.

The pause of her fingers was only for a moment, and she did not rush to find out, but first put her fingers on Yue'er's pale wrist.

Taking the pulse is the most common and necessary first step for doctors in the world.

But this very common action was made by Luo Qingyi to feel very harmonious.

When her fingertips touched the skin on Yue'er's wrist, the white fingertips immediately exuded a faded jade-like luster.

The luster hue is cold, but the wisps of light that penetrate deep into Yue'er's arms and spread all over the body are very warm and protective.

Yue'er's pale face suddenly regained a light pink color, and her breath was not as weak as Fang Cai's.

The sleeping face, which was a little painful because of the physical pain, also stretched a little.

Luo Qingyi's eyes were closed, feeling the damage to her body, and her face was a little heavy.

What made her face heavy was not her amazing injury.

This injury is very tricky for the average healer, but it is not difficult for her to heal.

Although the injury was fundamental, she was confident that she would be able to heal her well.

What really made her feel heavy was that through this injury, she had already deduced who had hurt her.

She just said to Ye Shenfu that the '10,000 first attempts' is coming.

There would be many strong people from other countries in the Yong'an Imperial City, but she didn't expect that it was really a cultivator from other countries who hurt her, and she was still a very tricky person.

Now that His Royal Highness the Prince is in trouble, the Ye family has caused such trouble, which is really a disaster.

She took out a few bottles of ointment and applied it carefully on Yue'er's body, but she was very curious in her heart.

The wounds in her body contained the power of thunder that was powerful enough to destroy life.

Although it looks like a traumatic wound on the surface, the power of the thunder is like a maggot hidden in the wound.

When the milky ointment was applied to the wound, the bleeding wound suddenly stopped.

From time to time, it also makes the sound of "zizi" cold water like an oil pot.

It was the sound of the special ointment canceling out the power of the thunder in her body.

Then the voice faded, and the milky white ointment became charred and unpleasant as if it had been fried by something.

Luo Qingyi used a silver spoon to scrape off the blackened and dry ointment.

A thin hairspring of lightning threads spread upstream along the silver spoon, absorbing it all by the slender hand that was gently pinching the silver spoon, and then quietly dissolved.

After a stick of incense, all the scorched black ointment on Yue'er's body has been scraped off, and the power of thunder in her body has been completely expelled.

Luo Qingyi put away the silver spoon of ointment, and shallow sweat was already on his white forehead.

She took out a handkerchief, gently wiped the thin sweat from her forehead, and then shook her right hand, which was somewhat numb.

After his right hand was fully restored to its best condition, Luo Qingyi took out another bottle of medicinal powder.

The powder wasn't a special medicine, but it was a good medicine for gold sores.

The most troublesome thunder power in Yue'er's body has been expelled, and now these external injuries on her body can be treated with gold sore medicine.

After wiping the golden medicine and bandaging the wound, Luo Qingyi then fell his gaze on her sleeve.

She looked at the sound with heavy eyes.

In the end, he reached out and groped out a bronze tripod from Yue'er's wide sleeve.

Luo Qingyi calmly held Xiao Ding and looked at it.

This bronze tripod looks like it has been around for some years, and the tripod body is covered with a moss-like green color, and the tripod is carved with a hideous ghost face, which looks like a ghostly spirit.

After she took out the small ding, the temperature in the house dropped a lot in an instant.

Holding this bronze tripod, Luo Qingyi's eyes slowly closed, listening carefully, there seemed to be a ghost crying wolf howling in his ears.

In addition to the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howling, it seems to be mixed with the erratic sound of a woman crying, the angry roar of a man, and the sound of an old man chanting Buddha.

And...... The helpless hoarse cry of a baby as if it had been choked by the neck.

Infant......

Luo Qingyi seemed to remember something.

At the moment when she was taking the pulse, the cold and evil aura she felt was emanating from this bronze tripod.

And in that moment, she also caught a hint of a baby's cry.

It's just that the voice is too ethereal, like a blurry sound heard in a deep dream.

When you hear it, you can't remember what you've heard.

It's just that now I hold Xiaoding so closely and listen to it again, and I remember it.

Luo Qingyi's expression was complicated, and he put Aoki Xiaoding back into Yue'er's sleeve.

I feel that the Ye family's troubles are really getting more and more.

If her guess was correct, this Yue'er girl was actually a cultivator who was proficient in the art of alchemy.

And the cyan Xiaoding is a container used to cultivate ghosts, and it is not weaker than the high-grade mysteries in the world.

Seeing the cyan Xiaoding, she finally understood why he was chased and killed.