Song Wangchen seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw, pulled Bai Muqi's sleeve, and roared, "Save her, save her!"

Bai Muqi just shook his head, without saying a word, the demon barrier originally originated from the deepest fear in his heart, he didn't know what Ji Nuan saw, but he knew that this fear was infinitely amplified by her.

Song Wangchen called Xiao Nuan over and over again, wiping the cold sweat and tears that kept slipping down her cheeks over and over again, looking at the cold smile, he could feel her love and hate, but he didn't know who was the person who made her so miserable?

There was ice mist lingering in his deep eyes, he hugged her, kissed her face, and took the trouble to tell her that no matter what she saw, Song Wangchen would always be there, always waiting for her, guarding her, and protecting her.

The person in his arms finally moved, as soon as the stunned pupils opened, he pushed Song Wangchen away in disgust, and saw him approaching again in ecstasy, and on his cold and haggard cheeks, tears flooded like a flood, and he raised his hand and gave him a slap.

Drops of hot tears fell on the stone bed, and the sound of dripping water through the stone sounded, which was extremely pleasant.

Song Wangchen was so distressed that he was dripping blood, his thin lips opened lightly, but he couldn't say a word, and his hands were frozen in mid-air, not knowing where to fall.

"Get out, disappear from my eyes now, I don't want to see you again, get out!" Ji Nuan pointed in the direction of the exit of the secret room, and no longer looked at him sideways, his heart was dripping with blood, and it hurt so much that he couldn't breathe.

"Lady," he called softly, unable to express the bitterness in his heart, but stared at her in a daze, neither leaving nor approaching.

Bai Muqi was stunned in his heart, it was already a miracle that Ji Yatou could wake up, waking up so vicious was not a demon, but although the mist in his eyes was hazy, it was still pure as before, and it did not seem to be a sign of falling into a demon.

He hurriedly hid his face and pretended to cough for a while, then took a few steps forward, lowered his head and pretended to smile easily: "Ji girl, stretch out your little hand, the old man will show you." ”

Ji Nuan did not stretch out his hand with a smile as before, but shrank back, with alienation and fear in his eyes.

"Ji girl, no matter what you see, it is a demon obstacle in your heart, it is not real, and it will not happen, don't be afraid, don't be afraid!" Although Bai Muqi was so comforted, he turned around and strode away.

Heart disease still needs to be solved by heart medicine, Ji Nuan's heart demon, he has no way to solve it, he can only watch Song Wangchen's performance.

The wordless silence lasted for a long time, Ji Nuan suddenly stepped forward, rolled up Song Wangchen's sleeves, stared at the row of faint tooth marks on his arm, and asked, "What's going on?"

"I don't know. Song Wangchen shook his head, this mark has always been there since he was born, he really doesn't know.

"I don't know, so what do you know?"

The hissing roar shook Song Wangchen's heartbreak, he was not good at words, and he didn't know how to explain to Ji Nuan, so he could only reach out and touch her face, wanting to soothe her emotions.

Ji Nuan dodged his hand, moved back again, and choked up: "Song Wangchen, I beg you, you go out first! I want to stay alone for a while." ”

Song Wangchen didn't force it, he walked out with heavy steps, the depression in his heart disturbed his thoughts, he could empathize with all the pain of Ji Nuan, she wanted to be clean, then he would give her time.

The shallow sobbing sound tugged at his heartstrings deeply, and when he looked back, he saw that Ji Nuan was gone, and he knew that she had hidden herself, hiding behind the stone bed, not wanting others to see her.

He just stood where he was, looking at it stupidly, not moving or speaking.

Ji Nuan squatted on the ground and buried her entire head in the crook of her arm, and the endless cold swept through her body, freezing her into a ball.

Scenes from the illusion flashed through her mind, and she remembered that the night spirit had bitten Ling Cheng's arm, and at that time, the night spirit couldn't get the wound to heal, so she stayed there.

And the mark on Song Wangchen's arm is the position that the night spirit bites, there is no doubt that he is Ling Cheng, and she is most likely the night spirit.

She once thought that even if Song Wangchen did evil in his previous life, it had nothing to do with him in this life, and she would not be angry with him in this life because of his past life.

But she is not a saint after all, a murderer who destroyed her entire clan, how can she not be annoyed and hateful?

The reason why she was able to wake up from her dream was because at the last moment of her self-fall, she had a trace of fantasy in her heart, imagining that Song Wangchen was not Ling Cheng, she was not a night spirit, she was not a demon, there was no hatred between them, only the mountain alliance and sea oath that would not leave life and death.

Now, her dream is shattered, Song Wangchen is Ling Cheng, a villain who will do anything to achieve his goals, and a lucky person who deceives the night inspiration.

Thinking of his hypocrisy, her stomach was very uncomfortable, she clutched her chest and coughed sharply, "poof", spit out a mouthful of scarlet liquid, and then 'plopped' and fell to the ground.

Song Wangchen rushed over, and saw Ji Nuan's eyes confined and curled up on the ground, his face was pale and terrifying, he hurriedly picked her up and ran wildly outside the secret room.

The person in his arms was cold, so cold that his body temperature could not warm her, but cooled his body along with his heart.

Bai Muqi stood outside the stone wall, took a sip of sake, sighed again and again, and when he saw the panicked Song Wangchen holding the unconscious Ji Nuan, he was so anxious that even the wine gourd in his hand suddenly fell, and the sake spilled on the ground.

Song Wangchen hurriedly put Ji Nuan on the bed, took her little hand, and warmed her with his spiritual power.

The lonely back is like a tree uprooted in a strong wind, and with a gentle push of his hand, he can fall to the ground in vain, and he can no longer stand on his feet, and he can no longer survive in the world.

Bai Muqi stepped forward, stretched out his hand to catch Ji Nuan's pulse, took a long breath, patted Song Wangchen's shoulder again, and comforted: "Ji Yatou is fine, it's just that she is angry and unconscious, give her this, it won't be long before she wakes up." ”

Song Wangchen took the white medicine bottle in his hand, poured the red pill in the bottle into his palm, and stuffed it into Ji Nuan's mouth with a trembling hand.

"The medicine melts in the mouth, the cure stops in the heart, Ji Yatou will be fine, rest assured! It's just that there is only one last day left to eliminate the demon blood, with her current situation, she must not try again, I am afraid that the torture she suffered before will all be invalidated!"

Bai Muqi said nothing, and slowly walked to the wooden table to sit down, holding his forehead, only to feel upset and have a splitting headache.

The person behind the scenes still came after all, and the Qilin Gu he had raised for more than 20 years had also become a sharp weapon for others, and he didn't know which day, it would come back and take his life.

And Song Wangchen kept grabbing Ji Nuan's hand, leaving one bitter kiss after another on her wrist, back of hand, and fingertips, like a child who wants candy to eat, and kept touching the back of her hand with his tenderness, wanting her to see his sincerity and give him a candy to eat.

Ji Nuan had asked him more than once if he wanted to eat sugar, but he either didn't answer or refused, but he wanted to eat it now, especially because his heart was bitter, extremely bitter.

There was a deathly silence in the air, like a fiery sun scorching the earth, but this room was condensed to the extreme, time seemed to stand still, and even the breathing of the three seemed to stop.

"Caught, caught, the mastermind behind the scenes is in the enchantment at the moment, you guys go and ......"

Mo An, who was panting and sweating profusely, felt a chill hit him as soon as he stepped into the door, and the smile on his face froze before he finished speaking.

In the past few days, Mo An has laid an enchantment within a radius of ten miles from Mofu, thinking that when he catches the villain, he will tell Song Wangchen and Bai Muqi and surprise them.

He guarded it for five days, and there was no movement in the enchantment, but today he suddenly broke into a masked man in black holding a red flute, Mo An was good at the enchantment formation, but his cultivation was not good, and he didn't dare to act rashly, so he ran back to inform Song Wuchen of the matter and let him deal with the villain.

It's just that the atmosphere in this room is too weird, and none of the two people who heard him shout answered, as if he was transparent.

When he looked up, he saw Song Wangchen sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at Ji Nuan with a worried expression, and he was reluctant to even blink, for fear of missing every moment when Ji Nuan woke up.

Bai Muqi also sat at the table very decadently, glanced at Song Wangchen, shook his head and sighed before getting up, walked in front of Mo An, nodded and said, "The old man will go and have a look with you." ”

He actually didn't have hope, if the person behind the scenes was so easily arrested, Ji Nuan would not be deeply troubled by the demons in his heart, and he hadn't woken up yet.

Mo An didn't know what was going on, so he chattered all the way to ask, knowing that Ji Nuan was just unconscious and no big problem, he began to tell about his difficult road to catch the villain, and he was not worried that the person would escape, Mo's enchantment was only based on the blood of the person who set up the array, and the terminology used in the formation could be explained, so there was no possibility for that person to escape.

Between the words of the two, they had already traveled to the back mountain, and dozens of Mo Fu disciples were holding long swords, staring at the black-clothed man in the enchantment, looking at each other, lingering, seeing Mo An's arrival, he took the initiative to give way, and consciously raised his vigilance.

"Who are you?" Mo An raised his eyebrows with high morale, with three points of joy and seven points of provocation.

The man turned around, although he was masked, he could still see the three-dimensional and full face, the thick eyebrows were slightly frowned, the eyes were deep and bright, and his slender and upright posture was not difficult to remind people of this person's appearance of Pan An, the appearance of a jade face.

Before he spoke, he showed his face clearly, and the clear laughter made everyone feel cold, as if he was not the turtle in the urn, they were.

Mo An was a little stunned, but he still asked righteously: "Pretending to be a ghost, villain's ambition, since you refuse to explain your intentions, then don't blame this sect master for being polite." With that, the long sword pulled away and pointed directly at the man in black.

Hearing this, the man stopped laughing, glared at Mo An angrily, and snorted coldly: "You group of waste, you are not worthy of doing anything with me!"

After that, his eyebrows and eyes were crooked, his smile reappeared, and when he turned around, he disappeared without a trace.