That day, Di Chen slept in her arms for a long, long time.

It took him three days before he woke up completely. When he woke up, he was stunned for a moment, and when he saw Su Qingwei looking at him with some concern, he smiled.

This smile was like a jade tree piling up snow: "Thank you, Weiwei." His voice was trembling.

Su Qingwei was very inexplicable: "I didn't do anything!" ”

However, Di Chen gently pushed her away and stood up, and a golden light emerged from him, reflecting him like a divine mansion.

And at this time, his temperament suddenly became otherworldly, as if he was going to ride the wind.

"There was a curse in An Lan's attack before, I accidentally said, fortunately I have you by my side, otherwise I might have gone mad." Di Chen explained.

Su Qingwei recalled Di Chen's sudden depression and decadence before, which turned out to be because he had received the curse.

She was a little scared, but fortunately she was fine. She just thought there was something strange about him, but she never thought about it.

The two of them stayed in the space for another month before going out, and there was really no time for them to squander, and they both had their own things to do.

Di Chen sent her directly to the gate of the deserted city before leaving, and Su Qingwei didn't ask him what he was going to do, nor did he ask him when they would meet again.

A lot of words are not spoken.

Su Qingwei also happened to go back to the city to see the recent situation. She's been too far before, and there are some situations that she has to go back to find out.

By the way, she wanted to see if any monks like her knew about the altars.

As a result, as soon as she entered the city, a powerful aura locked onto her.

She didn't move, she couldn't move, the qi machine locked on to herself, imprisoning the space around her.

The man was very powerful.

Silently, a figure appeared in front of her. It was a middle-aged male cultivator who looked a little gloomy, staring at her with burning eyes.

"Senior, but what advice do you have?" Su Qingwei spoke, neither humble nor arrogant.

"You...... Where did all this time go? This person asked like this, with a hint of inquiry, and did not ask Su Qingwei's name and origin.

"I went to a place where the altar of the demon cultivator was set up." Su Qingwei replied, with a hint of inquiry, she wanted to know if anyone knew about the Scarlet Altar.

However, disappointing her, the middle-aged male cultivator sneered when he heard this: "Altar, what altar?" I've never heard of it, are you kidding me? ”

Su Qingwei frowned: "No, it's just that I really arrived at an altar." ”

"Presumptuous, is it a fool to talk nonsense like this in front of me?" The middle-aged male cultivator reprimanded her, and then a big hand reached over: "I don't know the sky so much, I will definitely interrogate you well." ”

The monk came out of his palm and was about to capture Su Qingwei.

Su Qingwei tried her best to cast the Void Step, avoided this palm, and moved hundreds of meters before stopping.

"Senior, you and I belong to the same camp, so it's unfair to treat me like this." Su Qingwei had a sense of anger in her heart, this person didn't have a trace of kindness towards her.

"Fair?" The middle-aged monk smiled, a little contemptuous, with a coldness on his face, obviously he didn't take Su Qingwei's words to heart, because the gap between the two sides was too big, not an order of magnitude.

"You are just an ant in my eyes, you can be pinched to death at will, what fairness can you talk to me about?" He continued to speak indifferently, full of the superiority of the high-ranking in the face of the inferior.