Looking at the moon wheel in the sky, the tea was already cold, and Shen Yu was a little impatient to wait.

He carefully adjusted his breath, and the primordial spirit was no big deal for the time being, and the evil power was temporarily sealed.

Yu Ziye has not yet regained consciousness, so waiting like this is not like his Shen Yu's style.

With a long sigh, he filled his teacup with cold tea with a grim face and walked to the couch.

The slender hand stretched out neatly, and the cold tea in the cup poured towards Yu Ziye.

"Ahem......"

Yu Ziye breathed a little, coughed a few times and blinked, and the water stains on his eyelashes dripped down.

She blinked, but she still couldn't see the face of the person in front of her.

Shen Yu chuckled: "Awake?"

Hearing Shen Yu's words with cold arrogance and insidiousness, Yu Ziye frowned.

She jerked her head up, and found herself being hoisted, unable to move, and her robe was nowhere to be found.

"Shen Yu, what are you doing!"

Yu Ziye was startled by his voice.

She had screamed with all her might, but all she had left was seven points of breath and three points of hoarse and low.

The man in the room did not answer in a hurry, and stood in front of the stove where the tea was boiling, staring at the flickering flames, as if he was not just waiting for the water to boil.

Feeling the shackles between his wrists, Yu Ziye gritted his teeth and tried to break free from the spiritual power rope, but he found that his heart and spiritual power were blocked, and he didn't react.

"Shen Yu, I will rescue you, are you so kind and will take revenge......

Yu Ziye gritted her teeth, she shouldn't have been lucky today.

If the key is not found, it is just a mistake, and it is still held hostage, which is really a mistake.

I saw Shen Yu delicately lift the boiling water, stroll to the teacup, make tea, pour it into the cup, and walk to the couch unhurriedly:

"Grace will take revenge?"

Shen Yu sat on the couch and looked at Yu Ziye's somewhat misty eyes:

"What grace do you have with me?"

For some reason, Yu Ziye was inexplicably scared, so he didn't dare to answer, but glared angrily at the man in front of him.

"If you saved my life...... Shen Yu looked at her lazily, "If you don't save me, I won't die." ”

Hearing him make a big statement here, Yu Ziye was furious, and regretted that he didn't let him fend for himself.

Shen Yu drank the tea freely, threw the small teacup aside, and picked up Yu Ziye's half-hanging little head with his fingers:

"Why did you save me, I really don't know?"

He laughed evilly, and a cold snort fell on Yu Ziye's forehead, and she tried her best to stare at the person in front of her, but it was hazy in front of her.

Shen Yu was very satisfied when he saw her like this, reached out to hold her little face, and gently wiped the dripping tea stains with his fingers.

On her fingertips, her snort gradually warmed up.

Yu Ziye closed his eyes in pain, why were Shen Yu's hands so cool, like the first drop of rain under the scorching sun......

However, the touch came to an abrupt end, and she uncontrollably pressed her cheek forward slightly.

Wrong!

Yu Ziye was shocked, clenched his fists and sensed the strangeness in his heart, and felt the burning heat in a moment.

"Shen Yu, you ......"

After saying half a sentence, Yu Ziye had to shut up and stop talking easily.

I have lived for sixteen or seven hundred years, and I have never made such a coquettish voice.

With a burst of low laughter, Shen Yu's face looked grim and treacherous in the candlelight:

"As I said, what my brother didn't get was destined to be mine. ”

As he spoke, he waved his hand and released the spiritual power rope, standing on the edge of the couch and looking down at Yu Ziye.

She used all her strength to support herself and barely sit up straight, but she kept shaking.

Shen Yuyun said lightly:

"Don't struggle, I've blocked your heart and spiritual power, and the lotus poison should also take effect at this time. ”

Yu Ziye was startled, and his breath was disordered.

Even if she was a young mortal immortal who had just come of age, it was impossible for her not to know the potency of the lotus silk poison.

If you don't detoxify with the method of cloud and rain, the primordial spirit will be shattered in a few hours.

She couldn't help but nervously grasp the placket of her clothes, but the loose middle coat on her body was also useless.

Yu Ziye wanted to hide in the soft quilt on the side, but his wrist was caught by Shen Yu.

"Let go of me!"

Yu Ziye roared in a low voice.

Shen Yu chuckled, and with a powerful wrap of his slender left arm, Yu Ziye was brought to him.

When she was dizzy, she felt a cool feeling in her wrists and waist that was caught that was difficult to refuse.

For the first time, this was the first time I felt scared since I faced Shen Yu.

His right hand wrapped around Shen Yu's neck uncontrollably, but the resistance in his heart couldn't change his movements at all.

Yu Ziye bit his lip, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of tears.

"With such a pitiful look, I'm afraid my brother will be heartbroken when he sees it......"

Shen Yu whispered.

Thinking of Shen Yanhe, Yu Ziye closed his eyes in pain, tears rolled down his crimson cheeks, but he was kissed by Shen Yu's lips.

Before he could say anything, Yu Ziye spit out a mouthful of blood between the two, and the green tendons between his foreheads were faintly visible.

Shen Yu's face sank, and he let go of Yu Ziye with both hands, letting her hand still on his shoulder:

"Still struggling? The more you forcibly circulate your heart and urge your spiritual power, the faster the toxicity will attack. ”

There were some double images in front of him, and Yu Ziye breathed rapidly, trying to see the things in front of him clearly.

She couldn't hold back the burning heat at this time.

This feeling of being out of control is just like the feeling when he was controlled by Tan Yue on Zhongming's painting boat at that time, and the sword in his hand pierced Shen Yanhe deeply.

But the power of Shui Xing is firmly imprisoned in the depths of the Yuan Shen at this moment, and it cannot be used.

Is there really no one who can save himself......

Shen Yu stretched out his hand and gently pushed her, leaning over and propping one hand on her ear:

"Please. ”

"Hmph, don't think about it......"

Yu Ziye exhaled and struggled, but suddenly felt that something was struggling with him between his hair.

Tan Yue hurriedly left Tongding Pavilion, wrote a handwritten letter in a few words, and sent the falcon to the Valley of Ultramarine.

Shen Yanhe, you must receive it.

At this time, Shen Yanhe was meditating in the Atami Grottoes, and since returning from the sea of clouds, his cultivation has almost recovered.

At this moment, the roar of a pestle sounded outside the grotto.

"What's wrong?"

Shen Yanhe walked out of the grotto, looked at Han Qi as if he had just returned from the Valley of Ultramarine, and sent a handwritten letter.

Shen Yanhe took it and opened it, and there were only a few sentences in his handwriting, but he was shocked, jumped onto the back of the squirt and hurried to the Valley of Ultramarine.

Sure enough, Tan Yue was waiting there.

The handwritten letter sent to the Ultramarine Valley scribbled that Yu Ziye was in trouble and went to Tongding Pavilion quickly.

Shen Yanhe recognized Tan Yue's handwriting at a glance.

"Tan Yue, what you said is true?"

Shen Yanhe was too lazy to say hello, and asked the woman standing in the moonlight with a straight knife, feeling very strange.

Tan Yue looked at him with a cold expression: "I saw it with my own eyes......"

Shen Yanhe didn't speak, motioning for her to continue, but her heart was already full of worry.

Looking away, Tan Yue looked at the dense forest in the night wind, and said unwillingly:

"I saw with my own eyes that Shen Yu imprisoned Yu Ziye in the dormitory......"

Before she could finish speaking, Shen Yanhe's body was shocked, his fists clenched and his bones moved, and his qi and blood instantly surged into his heart.

The eyes were cold, and the bottom of the eyes was cold anger.

"You ......"

Before he could continue to question Tan Yue's motives, Shen Yanhe breathed a little, reached out and took something out of his arms, his expression changed.

Tan Yue looked at it from a distance, and Shen Yanhe's slightly trembling hand was a broken wooden hairpin.