Jiang Yu watched Yu Yuanyang's trembling and distant back, and the smile on his face gradually deepened. This game was becoming more and more interesting.

He had more interesting things to do, so he took off the demon lock sac hanging around his waist, cut his index finger, and dripped his blood into the demon lock sac, allowing the Qilin Gu to enjoy a delicious meal.

Afterwards, he released it and told it that it could go back to find its owner.

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The night was dim, Mo An intertwined his hands, tapping his index finger on the back of his hand, and he was rushing back and forth in Xiangyou Garden with some uneasy eyes. His eyes fell to the faint door, as if he had made up a great determination, and then he stepped closer.

Today in Muxi, he witnessed Song Wangchen's body with his own eyes. This time, his kindness would be counterproductive, which made Ji Nuan heartbroken.

But the paper cannot contain the fire. He must tell Ji Nuan in person the cruel truth that even if she will become enemies with him because of this, she is helpless.

As soon as Mo An stepped into the door, he felt a strong wind blowing behind him. When he turned around, he saw Song Wangchen wearing a blue dress and a frost-faced face holding Zhu Xie, standing three feet away from him.

Behind him was an old man in white clothes with white hair and long beards. The old man smiled and touched his snow-white beard, and raised his head to drink the sake in the wine gourd. Then he shook the empty wine gourd and whispered at Mo An, as if he was asking for wine.

Mo An was so shocked that he could not express his words. Is Song Wangchen cheating on the zombie?

The thin lips that were wide open due to surprise could have been stuffed with an egg directly. He was stunned and stood there, and then he heard Song Wangchen ask in a cold voice, "Where is Ji Nuan?"

The dazed Mo An raised his hand and pointed to the room behind him, but his eyes remained on Song Wangchen. Even when he was walking, he deliberately lowered his eyes and looked at his feet. Seeing his brisk steps like the wind and his feet were down to earth, he was sure that Song Wangchen in front of him was a living person.

When he confirmed everything, Song Wangchen had already passed by him and walked into the room where Ji Nuan was.

At this time, Ji Nuan was facing the screen, in a state of slept, holding a long sword in his right hand, hiding in the brocade quilt. When he heard someone approaching, his palm tightened, he wanted to take Mo An's life gate while he was unprepared and force him to leave the Mo Mansion.

Mo An secretly acted twice. Although she understood that he had good intentions, she didn't want to be the bird in the cage. Her life didn't require anyone to point fingers.

Song Wangchen quickly walked to the screen, turned around and drank the Anshen Xiang on the table with tea, then frowned slightly and walked slowly to the edge of the bed and sat down.

Before he could speak, Ji Nuan turned over and held a sword on his neck.

When the eyes met, ice fog appeared in the eyes of both of them. The separation of life and death for a day was as painful as a hundred years of separation.

The long sword in his hand slid down in vain. Ji Nuan pounced into Song Wangchen's arms, held his neck tightly with his arms tightly, and smelled the unique sandalwood on his body, and felt that everything was as beautiful as illusions and reality. He was so excited that he burst into tears, but he smiled with a sunny face.

She called Wangchen over and over again, asking him over and over again if this was a dream. If it was a dream, why would it be so real?

Song Wangchen tightly wrapped around her boneless waist and told her tirelessly that he was Song Wangchen, he was fine, he was still alive.

Ji Nuan still doesn't believe it, to confirm this

Everything was real. She bit her arm stupidly. When the pain in her arm came, the tears in her eyes slid down like raindrops again, soaking his clothes wet.

Song Wangchen took off her arm that was wrapped around his neck with heartache, wiped away the tears on her pretty face, pulled up her sleeves, stroked the neat row of tooth marks, and said "fool". His cold face was smiling peacefully at this moment.

Ji Nuanzao didn't care what he said, so he pulled his arm away, gently stroked his jaw with his jade hands, slid his cheeks, and touched his earlobes with his fingertips, earnestly putting his hot lips on.

The sweet breath intertwined with the bitterness in my heart. The two of them, who remembered the bitterness and thought of the sweetness, kept sending their full love into each other's mouths, and forgot to the point where the two bystanders stood at the screen without knowing it.

Mo An looked at him with embarrassment, while Bai Muqi covered his eyes with his hands, but opened his fingers, observing the actions of the two of them from the gaps between his fingers, and tsk his tongue twice, expressing his dissatisfaction strongly.

Seeing that the two of them kissed each other without any response, they simply sat on the ground, pretending to wipe their tears that did not exist at all, and started to feel helpless.

He said: "You two still let the old man survive. I am old and have never held the girl's little hand before. It's too much for you to treat an old man like this!"

Mo An was so shocked that he was stunned again. This old man was too..., it was hard to describe it.

Ji Nuan opened her eyes and then discovered the existence of Mo An and Bai Muqi. She pushed Song Wangchen away in extreme panic, lowered her eyes, and fiddled with her jade hands restlessly. The blush on her cheeks bloomed like peach blossoms, so shy that it was hard to speak.

Song Wangchen seemed extremely calm relative to her. He gently stroked her jade hand, clasped her ten fingers tightly, raised the corners of his lips, and once again embraced Ji Nuan into his arms.

Seeing this, Bai Muqi pointed at Song Wangchen with one hand, wiped tears with the other hand, and muttered in his mouth, "It's so bullying, you're bullying too much..." His legs even kicked back and forth, "Crying" so sad, howling like a pig.

Mo An pulled Bai Muqi's tear-wiping arm in extreme embarrassment. Seeing that he loved wine, he comforted him kindly: "Senior, Mo has a few jars of good adult plum blossoms there. How about we go and get drunk together?"

"No! Although the wine is good, it is far from pleasing to the eye. There are beauties there, but I don't have high requirements, just like the little warm sun!"

Little Nuanyang? Three rays of gaze shot straight from one another. Mo An was confused, Ji Nuan was embarrassed, and Song Wangchen's eyes were even more like ice.

The fierce eyes stared Bai Muqi's old face turned pale, and she was too lazy to pretend to cry anymore. She got up, patted her clothes, called Ji Yatou with a smile, and waved her to come over.

Such naked provocation made Song Wangchen jealous, and his gaze was as good as his eyes, and his eyes turned from being cruel and fierce to being biting cold.

Bai Muqi raised his eyebrows, and the smile on his face deepened. He was so playful that he saw that Ji Nuan had no movement, so he took the initiative to step forward and provoked again: "Ji Yatou, come on, give me your little hand, I will show you."

Before he got close, Song Wangchen used the evil to push his head to his chest.

"Boy, good-looking. As soon as I saved you, you turned against me. You were heartless and heartless."

Bai Muqi is not a fuel-efficient lamp, he just likes to see Song Wangchen's ice-filled face, which is so angry that his veins are bulging.

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Ji Nuan pulled down Song Wangchen's raised arm and handed his hand to Bai Muqi, saying, "Senior Bai, I'm fine!"

Bai Muqi's eyes showed relief, but this girl was reasonable and could see his intentions at a glance. She was neither arrogant nor impatient, and she was still as bright and charming as she first met.

It’s a pity that such a delicate pink hibiscus has attracted the thousand-year-old ice face like Song Wangchen. It’s not worth it, it’s not worth it!

He sighed secretly in his heart, then rubbed his palms and fists to take the veins for Ji Nuan, but Song Wangchen seized the initiative, held her tenderness in his hand, and stared at him with an extremely unkind expression.

Bai Muqi was so angry that he wanted to raise his hand and slap him, but he thought that this kind of cold and self-inflicted behavior was OK. If you do it, forget it!

"How about you holding her hand and I will take your pulse and see if I can find out the reason for her devil?" he asked, asking seriously.

Ji Nuan chuckled, then pulled her hand away from Song Wangchen's palm and handed it over again.

Song Wangchen stared at her fair and tender jade hands, his face slightly calmed down, and then he pulled down her wide sleeves and covered her hand. Then he raised a smile and signaled that Bai Muqi could continue.

"You are ruthless!" Although Bai Muqi cursed angrily, he still kept his pulse for Ji Nuan in a regular manner.

Even on the side of the screen, Mo An, who had already been sweating for Bai Muqi, turned sideways slightly and covered his mouth and smiled secretly.

This ruthless and unrighteous Song Jue is actually a person with a temperament. He can not only laugh, but also be jealous.

Recalling that he had hugged Ji Nuan twice, he couldn't help but feel chills again. If Song Wangchen knew about this, he wouldn't know if he could still save his claws that held the sword to kill demons and eliminate demons?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but shivered, bowed slightly to Song Wangchen, and then walked away.

At this moment, Bai Muqi's smiling face suddenly became extremely solemn, frowned for a while, and sighed for a while, and the braids that touched the lower jaw could not help but tremble slightly.

Song Wangchen was so nervous that he asked, "How?"

Ji Nuan knew that she had not had time to tell Song Wangchen in detail about the devil blood, so he didn't know that Meng Yan forced her to pour demon blood on her, so when he was in the Qinzhou Prefecture, he would take the overall situation into consideration and spare Meng Yan.

But she knew in her heart that if she could not find the person playing the flute behind her, she would likely become a fox demon again, which would implicate Song Wangchen again.

After Bai Muqi stopped, he did not forget to mock Song Wangchen, "Hmph, I know I'm nervous now. Where did the fierce and vicious slut guy who bullied people just now go?"

Song Wangchen said again: "Speak quickly!"

"Hey, I said, you bastard, don't you know that you should speak well if you ask someone? If you do this, I will leave!" Bai Muqi made a gesture to leave in his words.

Unexpectedly, Song Wangchen held it in for a long time and still didn't say a word to ask for help. However, the suppressed anger on his face and the slightly trembling hands proved that he really wanted to pinch the old man flat and round it and kick it out again.

"Senior Bai, is the demon blood in my body impossible to remove?" Ji Nuan smiled, but the sadness in her eyes and a slightly choked tone made people feel pity.
Chapter completed!