The steaming water is filled with indescribable purple water lilies. In the center of the pond is the largest purple lotus. It stretches out in the mist, with a hazy charm.

The big flower bed slept peacefully and sweetly in the cold moon. The flushed face, the eyelashes with water droplets are quietly closed, the red lips are delicate, and the black ink hair is scattered on the jade pillow, revealing a pure and bewitching ......

She folded her hands on her abdomen, and the position of her chest did not rise or fall in the slightest. If it weren't for the mist that flickered around her tiny nose, others would have thought she was breathless.

The pool water, like milk, bubbles like boiling water.

A figure stood silently by the edge of the misty pool. The jade flute of splashed hair was gently pulled up, the dark green luxurious robe was slim and gorgeous, and the emerald eyes were filled with mist, surging with deep affection......

Leng Yue's slender eyelashes were slightly stirred up like the fluttering butterfly, stirring up ripples in Mo Ran's heart lake.

Mo Ruchenxing's eyes opened slightly, revealing some confusion, some confusion, some surprise, and some doubt.

She turned her head slightly, and Mo Ran's piercing and tender eyes broke into her heart and carved into her heart without the slightest preparation.

"Mo Ran—" The delicate and feeble voice struck the snake king like a dream.

"Yue'er, you're awake—" With a tap of the petals on his toes, the Snake King sat on the flower bed and hugged Leng Yue, who had not yet reacted.

Yue'er?This Yue'er reminded Leng Yue of the grief-stricken voice before she lost consciousness, and it turned out that the owner of the voice was Mo Ran. Suddenly, my heart was struck by a drum.

"Mo Ran, I'm almost out of breath, can you let go of me?" Leng Yue breathed hard. The Serpent King held her so tightly that it was hard for her to breathe, and his arm strangled her body even more.

The snake king's body stiffened for a moment, and the willow eyebrows that felt her frown quickly let go of his arm: "What's the matter, are you okay, I'm sorry ......"

The Serpent King apologized incoherently.

"Ahem...... Leng Yue took a few deep breaths greedily: "It's okay." ”

"Are you really alright?" said a subtle worry in his tone.

Leng Yue sat up straight with the snake king's arm bent and smiled; I'm really fine. By the way, Mo Ran, where is this, how can I be here?"

"This is the temple of the earth forest, the palace of the daughter of the forest. Master, you are injured and must use the Purple Lotus Pond of the Temple to nourish your qi, so I carried you in here. The Serpent King stood up straight on the lotus petal, and his expression of gaffe was also hidden under his calm countenance.

"Oh-" Leng Yue covered the position of her chest with one hand, and she remembered that someone had pierced a hole in this position with her five fingers earlier.

Now that he is fine, the orderly heartbeat is beating in his palm, and the sound is in his ears, after an escape from death, Leng Yue feels that the heartbeat that he usually has no feeling, at this time, like that pleasant rhythm, infiltrates the soul.

"What about the Nine Purple Mingchen people?" Leng Yue covered her eyelids slightly, trying to ignore the throbbing in her heart.

The surging emotions in the snake king's eyes were instantly frozen, suppressing the churning emotions in his heart, and his calm and warm voice sounded as before: "The nine-tailed fox is still in the master's world. It was I who brought the master back, and the nine-tailed fox did not come back. ”

"Really?" Leng Yue lowered the hand on his chest, "That's fine, the things over there are enough for him to keep busy."