In the Huashang Pavilion, Qingluan and Paper Kite knocked out the lotus leaves that were serving the eighth princess Helianlong, and dragged them aside one by one.

The sky has gradually darkened, and it is impossible for Concubine Lan and the imperial doctor to be in the Eight Princesses' Mansion every day, and the imperial doctors are looking through the medical books day and night, just to find out what the poison on the eight princesses is as soon as possible, and Concubine Lan Niangniang recites Buddhist scriptures every day and night, praying that God can protect her daughter.

Qingluan patted it casually, looked at the pale lotus leaf who fainted, and sighed: "This lotus leaf is really loyal to the eighth princess, and she has to help her do things after being beaten by the eighth princess, and you have to serve her every day." ”

If she had been, she would have taught these eight princesses a hard lesson.

The warm breath spread down Qingluan's ears to his cheeks, bringing a soft itch like a feather, Qingluan's brows jumped, and he didn't even reach out before he could reach out and fall over-the-shoulder.

Boom!

As soon as the paper kite turned around, he saw the demonic young man who was smashed to the ground by Qingluan's expressionless face, he opened his narrow and deep big phoenix eyes, and his extremely long and slender eyelashes like black finches fell into a dark color swaying by candlelight, "It hurts~"

Qingluan had a black line, "I love your sister." ”

"I don't have a sister~" The wicked young man raised his head, and under the faint candlelight, the tear moles under the narrow and oblique corners of his eyes were enchanting and ghostly, and his pure and deep black eyes seemed to be dyed with a bit of demonic color.

A hint of surprise and surprise flashed in the paper kite's eyes.

This demonic boy vividly outlines the two contradictory and extreme beauty of good and evil.

"How? Did you find anything? Qingluan rolled her eyes, not wanting to pay attention to this cheeky demon, and wittily changed the topic.

The demon boy slowly got up from the floor, his movements were elegant and calm, so that Qingluan couldn't help but look sideways, but he saw that he just sniffed, his brows like ink paintings were slightly, "Hmm......" "What's the matter, hurry up!" As soon as Qingluan saw his movements, he had a bad premonition.

The narrow and deep phoenix eyes, under the faint candlelight, fell on the bright and soft moonlight.

"Ah~ I forgot, I have to kiss Xiao Qiqi to remember~" "Click. Shi Mo's voice had just fallen, and Qingluan, who had already known what he would say, had already kicked it over, then clapped his hands, swept his shoulders, and said lightly: "Do you remember it now?" ”

The paper kite on the side was already sitting at the table, pouring himself a glass of water, and looked at the two with interest.

The wicked boy leaned against the wall, his slender white porcelain-like fingers resting lightly on his arms, and the soft and gorgeous satin intertwined with the smooth and white fingertips to create a gorgeous and beautiful color, so that the bright moonlight in the night sky behind him was eclipsed.

The eighth princess Helianlong is beautiful, but at this time, she glanced at this demonic young man, and then looked at the eighth princess lying on the bed, and suddenly felt that these eight princesses looked really ordinary.

The evening breeze gently brushed the veil, and also blew the thin clothes on the two of them.

Through the clothes, the coldness on the skin made the two of them suddenly wake up from their dreams.

"......" Qingluan and Paper Kite, almost at the same time, were covered in cold sweat, just now, the two of them were stunned again... If this is a match, the two of them have already died tens of thousands of times...

Qingluan couldn't help but sigh in his heart, if this was in a big war, as long as he stood on the battlefield, it would basically be over.

"Well, what exactly did you find?" Qingluan asked angrily, wiping his forehead while forcibly suppressing the chill in his heart.

The fair-skinned slender fingertips traced the soft and luxurious white brocade, outlining a faint ripple: "In the palace, there is the smell of other otherworldly. "The cold and clean voice seems to be ignorant of the world, and it seems to be gloomy and hazy.

Qingluan and Paper Kite glanced at each other almost at the same time, "People from another plane? ”

In other words, there are people who, like the two of them, are not from this world, but who have intervened in this time and space.

"In the palace? Who is it? Could it be that the virtuous county lord? Qingluan thought quickly, and his brows furrowed unconsciously, "Could it be that Lord Xianmin is not the reborn protagonist, but the protagonist of the crossing?" "If it's like them, a traverser from the main plane world or another plane world? That can explain why she has become different from before, as well as the martial arts on her body, and the poison that can't even be found in the stronghold now.

It seems that they can all match, but Qingluan doesn't feel like it.

"What about poison?" Paper Kite didn't think as much as Qingluan, she looked at the eighth princess who was lying on the bed and getting thinner and thinner, "Is there a way to solve it?" "Looking at this, I'm afraid it won't last long.

The paper kite turned her head to see what Shi Mo was planning.

The original corner of the wall was empty, the paper kite was startled, and then turned to the side of Qingluan who was in thought, the demon boy had stood silently behind Qingluan at some point, under the faint candlelight, the slender eyelashes like black feathers fell a treacherous shadow on his white skin like porcelain jade, covering his narrow and deep phoenix eyes looking at Qingluan, and he couldn't see what kind of deep and bewitching eyes were under those eyes.

But the young man at this time made the paper kite give birth to a cold breath out of thin air.

It seems to be a ghost from the abyss of hell, a gloomy resentful soul that will never see the light of day, a tearful mole under the corner of the narrow eye, and the deep and quiet black, at this moment give birth to an indescribable haze and coldness, which seems to be seductive to the soul, and seems to be able to distort the entire space, a sense of suffocation that is cold and cold.

The demon is as strange as nine ghosts, and it is so beautiful and enchanting that it is not like a human being.

The paper kite's breath stagnated.

Then, the boy's eyes, which were covered by black eyelashes, were a flash of indistinct redness.

In an instant, it disappeared as if it had never appeared.

When the paper kite was slightly stiff, the demonic young man suddenly lowered his head and approached Qingluan, stretched out the tip of his tongue and gently licked her white earlobe. The eerie eerie atmosphere in the air suddenly paused, and the moment it suddenly disappeared, the distorted suffocation feeling relaxed.

"When! Ink! ”

The woman gritted her teeth and squeezed out two words.

Suddenly! Suddenly! Suddenly!

Several whistling sounds in a row.

I couldn't see how much transparent spider silk was wrapped around the entire room, and even on the flying veil, I don't know when it quietly passed through the transparent fluorescent spider silk thread, and the dense spider silk seemed to form a web.

Paper Kite raised her hand and picked up a cup of tea.

Pale and delicate fingers, trembling slightly.

The boy just now... Was it her delusion? She raised her head and looked at the demonic young man who was being chased and beaten by Qingluan, the narrow phoenix eyes that were beautifully outlined with soft lines, and the deep black eyes were like the pure dew of early summer, and like the shining light, the streamer was clean and flawless.

is clearly just a naïve and innocent and beautiful boy who is ignorant of the world.

The transparent spider silk passed through the paper kite, the paper kite lowered her head slightly, and her dark eyes quickly crossed a trace of strange blue light, and after a while, she lowered her eyes and covered the back of her pale hand of the teacup.

A crack suddenly appeared.