Sai Ye was about to reach out to cover Hua Yuqiong's mouth, but he was still a step too late, and glared at the screen with a bored expression.

Suddenly, he struck a spirit, inexplicably stabilized his mind, and said, "Hui Huaye, it's Zhai Zilan and Cheng Yuqi, the two of them." ”

"Why are they here?"

Hua Yuqiong's eyes widened instantly, and she was about to get up, but she was still pressing her wrist. She glared at the night, stretched out her hand and pushed him away, got up and got out of bed, put on her shoes, picked up her coat and walked out.

Matsuya looked at her back, but she was still in a position of being pushed down while lying on the bed.

Calamity lowered his eyes, looked at the corner of the man's clothes who came out, and said, "Holy Venerable." ”

Hua Yuqiong paused and glanced at him inexplicably.

"What did you say?"

As soon as he heard this familiar voice, he suddenly raised his head, looked at Hua Yuqiong with a surprised face, and was even more surprised in his heart, his eyes fell on Hua Yuqiong's clothes, and his tongue seemed to be knotted.

"Drawing...... Master Painting, why are you wearing the clothes of the Holy Venerable? ”

"What?"

Hua Yuqiong raised her eyebrows and looked down, "How is it possible?" I ......"

Seeing the oversized coat on his body, Hua Yuqiong paused, and then pretended to be okay and took off the coat.

"Uh, what, it looks like it's wearing the wrong one, I'll go change it."

With that, she turned and walked to the bed, leaned over to pick up her coat, and glanced at the night. Then he snorted coldly, shook his hand and threw his shirt on his body, and turned to leave.

Disaster glanced at the menacing painting Yuqiong, and scratched his head inexplicably.

What's wrong with this?

"Calamity, call the dead in."

A cold voice sounded, and it successfully brought the disaster back to its senses.

"Yes."

When he came in, he walked to the side of the bed and saluted, "What does the Holy Venerable command?" ”

"Can the antidote be dispensed?"

Sai Ye collapsed weakly on the bed, still covered with the clothes thrown by Hua Yuqiong, and his eyes flashed with a cold light.

Hearing the antidote to the night of the festival, his eyes paused slightly, and a few silver threads flew out of his fingers and wrapped around the night of the festival.

After a while, Yan retracted the filament, his expression was a little complicated, and he bowed his head and said, "It should be possible, the Holy Venerable will wait for a while." ”

He didn't reply, he didn't have the strength to do it now, and it was a little difficult to even open his mouth to say a word. At the thought of this, a look of obscurity appeared in his deep eyes.

Fortunately, he is not at odds with Hua Yuqiong now, otherwise, he would definitely be slaughtered by him today.

But in the future, if the painting of Yuqiong is for the use of others......

The cold eyes of the night narrowed slightly.

The consequences are unimaginable!

Yan walked in from behind the screen, holding a small bowl in his hand and setting it aside.

"Holy Venerable, the painting master should have added other drugs to you, so that the effect of the medicine is extremely enhanced. Although the subordinates can't completely eradicate it, taking this bowl of medicine should shorten the time by half. "Mourning.

"You can't completely lift it either?"

There was a hint of surprise in the cold voice of the night.

His eyes flashed slightly, and he instantly knelt down on one knee, "Please forgive your sins." ”

"Punish yourself...... Maybe the deity should have expected it, so get up. ”

Sai Ye thought about punishing him to be punished in prison, but a begging look suddenly appeared in his mind, and somehow he changed his mind.

He was ready to be punished, but when he heard the words of the night of the sacrifice, he raised his eyebrows, and suddenly remembered what the two had said earlier.