Ye Qingchen almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

In this world, there is such a brazen person! She simply lifted the quilt and covered her head, making a corpse. Out of sight, out of mind.

Despite this, Ye Qingchen under the quilt has a keen sense and always pays attention to the movement outside. I waited for a long time, but I didn't see the man speak. Just as Ye Qingchen's anger subsided a little and he was about to lift the quilt, he felt that the man's breath disappeared, and his deep voice came from his ears, "Come to Thorn Mountain tomorrow." ”

Ye Qingchen exhaled a breath of turbidity, and the tense state slowly relaxed.

After a while, Ye Qingchen sat up again and said to himself, "If you let me go, will I go? Before she could finish speaking, she obediently shut up herself.

Feeling the tragic fate of being ruthlessly oppressed and exploited, Ye Qingchen lay down and went away. However, the brain was like a drug, and the conversation between them kept echoing.

On the face like snow, in an instant, a red glow floated and did not disperse for a long time.

Early in the morning of the second day, Ye Qingchen looked like he hadn't slept enough, yawned again and again, and looked at Huarong feeling distressed, "Qingchen, if you didn't sleep well last night, go to bed and lie down again." ”

Ye Qingchen waved his hand, "No, I still have something to go out." ”

"Do you need to send a few people with you?" Hua Rong didn't ask Ye Qingchen much about his whereabouts.

"No need, mother, I'll go first, maybe I'll come back late. Ye Qingchen seemed to be in a hurry, and said as he walked.

"Okay, then you stay safe. Hua Rong said seriously.

"Okay. After speaking, Ye Qingchen's figure disappeared.

"This kid is mysterious!" Hua Rong looked at the direction Ye Qingchen left and shook her head helplessly.

In the Thorn Mountain, as soon as Ye Qingchen arrived, she was pulled by a magical force, and then her body lightened. Feeling the oncoming cold wind and catching the familiar cold pool below, Ye Qingchen rolled his eyes.

It's this damn rhythm again!

Crawling out of the cold pool, Ye Qingchen shivered coldly, staring at the red-clothed figure by the cold pool, and couldn't help but be angry, "Can you not be so violent every time?"

"Cold pool water can strengthen muscles and bones, if Miss Ye's body is not stronger, how can it withstand tossing in the future?" An unfamiliar voice came into Ye Qingchen's ears, Ye Qingchen followed the prestige, it was the white-clothed swordsman with a sword.

Ye Qingchen stared at Mo Feijian in bewilderment, not understanding the meaning of his words.

There was a smile of unknown meaning on the corner of Mo Feijian's lips, and he stepped forward a few steps, bending down slightly, with an elegant posture, "Under Mo Feijian, it's a pleasure to meet Miss Ye." "He is already handsome and beautiful, and with such words and deeds, he undoubtedly has a unique charm.

Ye Qingchen obviously didn't think so, she stared at Mo Feijian with suspicious eyes, and slandered in her heart, this person, isn't there a ghost?