Song Wangchen was like catching a life-saving straw, pulling Bai Muqi's sleeve and roaring, "Save her, save her!"

Bai Muqi just shook his head without saying a word. The devil was originally caused by the deepest fear in his heart. He didn't know what Ji Nuan saw, but he knew that this fear was infinitely magnified by her.

Song Wangchen called Xiao Nuan over and over again, wiping the cold sweat and tears that kept falling from her cheeks over and over again. Looking at the cold smile, he could feel her love and hate intertwined, but he didn't know who the person who made her so painful was?

Ice fog lingered in his deep eyes. He held her and kissed her face, and told her tirelessly that no matter what she saw, Song Wangchen would be there, waiting for her, guarding her, and protecting her.

The person in his arms finally moved. As soon as he opened his shocked pupils, he pushed Song Wangchen away in disgust. Seeing him approaching again with joy, tears flooded on his cold and haggard cheeks, he raised his hand and slapped him.

Drops of hot tears fell on the stone bed, like the sound of water passing through the stone, which was extremely pleasant.

Song Wangchen felt so distressed that he dripped blood. His thin lips opened lightly, but he couldn't say a word. His hands were also stalemate in the air, not knowing where to fall.

"Get out, it will disappear from my eyes now. I never want to see you again. Get out!" Ji Nuan pointed to the direction of the exit of the secret room, staring sideways and stopped looking at him. Her heart was bleeding and it hurt so much that it was difficult to breathe.

"Madam," he called out softly, feeling depressed in his heart, just staring at her blankly, not leaving or getting close.

Bai Muqi was shocked. It was already a miracle that Ji Yatou could wake up. Waking up so viciously was a demon. But although the fog in his eyes was still as pure as before, it was not like a sign of being possessed by a demon.

He hurriedly covered his face and coughed for a while, then took a few steps forward, lowered his head and smiled relaxedly, "Ji Yat-tou, reach out to you, I will show you."

Ji Nuan did not extend her hand with a smile on her face, but shrank back with distantness and fear in her eyes.

"Ji Yatou, no matter what you see, it is a demon in your heart. It does not exist and it will not happen soon. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid!" Although Bai Muqi comforted him so much, he turned around and strode away.

Heart disease still needs to be cured by heart medicine. He has no way to cure Ji Nuan’s inner demons, so he can only look at Song Wangchen’s performance.

The silent 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 around since he was born, and he really doesn't know it.

"I don't know? Then what do you know?"

The hissing roar made Song Wangchen's heart break. He was not good at speaking, and he didn't know how to explain to Ji Nuan. He could only reach out to touch her face, wanting to soothe her emotions.

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

Song Wangchen did not force it, and went to the outside world with heavy steps. The depression in his heart disturbed his thoughts and all the pain of Ji Nuan could empathize with him. Since she wanted to be purified, he would give her time.

A shallow pump

The crying deeply touched his heartstrings. When he looked back, he saw that Ji Nuan had disappeared. He knew that she had hidden herself and hid behind the stone bed, and did not want others to see her.

He stood there like this, staring at him in a daze, without moving or speaking.

Ji Nuan squatted on the ground, buried her entire head in her arms, and endless cold swept across her body, making her shivered into a ball.

Scenes in the illusion flashed in her mind. She remembered that Ye Ling had bitten Ling Cheng's arm. At that time, Ye Ling tried every means to heal the wound, so she remained.

The mark on Song Wangchen's arm was exactly the position that Ye Ling bit off. Undoubtedly, he was Ling Cheng, and she was most likely Ye Ling.

She once thought that even if Song Wangchen did evil in his previous life, it would have nothing to do with him in this life. She would not take his anger on him in this life because of his past life's mistakes.

But she is not a saint after all. How could she not be annoyed or hateful to a murderer who destroyed her entire clan?

The reason why she was able to wake up from her dream was because at the last moment of her death, she had a trace of fantasy in her heart, imagining that Song Wangchen was not Ling Cheng, she was not Ye Ling, nor was she a demon. There was no hatred between them, only the vow of life and death.

Now, her dream is shattered, Song Wangchen is Ling Cheng, a villain who uses any means to achieve his goal, and a lucky person who deceives Ye Ling's feelings.

When she thought of his hypocrisy, her stomach felt very uncomfortable. She covered her chest and kept coughing. With a "pop", she spit out a mouthful of scarlet liquid, and then she fell to the ground with a "pop".

Song Wangchen rushed over and saw Ji Nuan curled up in her eyes and her face was so pale that she hurriedly picked her up and ran out of the secret room.

The person in his arms was cold all over, so cold that his body temperature could not warm her, but instead cooled his body and his heart.

Bai Muqi stood outside the stone wall, sucking a sip of sake and sighing. When he saw Song Wangchen, who was in a panic, hugging Ji Nuan, who was unconscious, he was so anxious that even the wine gourd in his hand suddenly fell, and the sake spilled all over the floor.

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

The lonely back is like a big tree that was pulled out of the wind. With a light push with his hand, he can fall to the ground in vain, and he will never be able to establish a foothold or survive in the world.

Bai Muqi stepped forward, reached out to put Ji Nuan's pulse, let out a long breath, patted Song Wangchen on the shoulder, and comforted him: "Ji's girl is not in trouble, she is just angry and unconscious. Take this for her and she will wake up soon."

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

"The medicine is melted into the mouth and the treatment is stopped in the heart. Ji Yatou will not have any trouble, don't worry! But the devil-removing blood is only the last day left. With her current situation, she must not try again, I am afraid that all the tortures she suffered before will be invalid!"

After Bai Mu said something strange, he slowly walked to the wooden table and sat down, holding his forehead, feeling upset and a split headache.

The person behind the scenes came after all. The Qilin Gu that he had raised for more than 20 years has become a weapon for others. I don’t know when it will come back and take his life.

And Song Wangchen kept holding Ji Nuan's hand, on her wrist and back

, fingertips left one bitter and unspeakable kiss after another, like a child who was eager to eat candy, constantly touching the back of her hand with his tenderness, wanting her to see his sincerity and give him a candy.

Ji Nuan has asked him more than once whether to eat candy, but he either just refused or refused. But now he really wants to eat it, especially because he feels bitter and very bitter.

The air was filled with death-like silence, like the fire and sun burning the earth, but the room was condensed to the extreme, and time seemed to have stopped, as if the breathing of the three people had stopped.

"Catch it, catch it, the mastermind behind it is in the barrier at this moment, you guys go..."

Mo An, who was out of breath and sweating profusely, felt a chill as soon as he stepped into the door. Before he could finish his words, the smile on his face froze.

In the past few days, Mo An set up a barrier within a radius of ten miles of the Mo Mansion, thinking that when he caught the evildoers, he would tell Song Wangchen and Bai Muqi and give them a surprise.

He held the barrier for five days, and there was no movement at all. However, today he suddenly broke into a masked man in black holding a red flute. Mo An was good at the barrier formation, but his cultivation was not good and he did not dare to act rashly. He ran back and told Song Wangchen about this and asked him to deal with the evil man.

But the atmosphere in the room was too strange. None of the two people who heard him shouting answered, as if he was transparent.

Looking up, she saw Song Wangchen sitting by the bed, staring at Ji Nuan with a worried look on her face, and she couldn't even let go of her blinking, for fear of missing every moment when Ji Nuan woke up.

Bai Muqi also sat at the table with a depressed look, supervised Song Wangchen, shook his head and sighed, stood up, walked to Mo An, nodded, "I will go and have a look with you."

He actually did not have hope. If the person behind this scene was caught so easily, Ji Nuan would not be deeply troubled by the inner demons and had not yet woken up.

Mo An didn't know what happened, so he kept asking all the way. After knowing that Ji Nuan was just in a coma and was fine, he began to tell the difficult path of catching the evildoer. He was not worried that the man would escape. Mo's barrier was only the blood of the person who set up the formation, and the terms used when setting up the formation could be solved, so the man had no chance of escaping.

As the two of them spoke, they had already reached the back mountain. Dozens of Mo family disciples were holding long swords in their hands, staring at the men in black in the barrier, looking at each other and wandering around. Seeing Mo An coming, they took the initiative to give in and consciously raised their vigilance a little.

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

The man turned around, even though he was covering his face, he could still see his three-dimensional and full face, his thick eyebrows slightly frowned, his deep and bright eyes, and his slender and upright figure. It is not difficult to remind people of this person's appearance and jade face.

The clear laughter made everyone feel chill before he could speak, as if he was not the turtle in the jar, they were.

Mo An was a little surprised, but still asked righteously: "Pretending to be a ghost, the villain is ambition. Since you are unwilling to explain your purpose, don't blame me for being rude." After saying that, the long sword pulled away and pointed directly at the man in black.

The man stopped laughing when he heard this, glared at Mo An, and snorted coldly: "You bunch of trash, aren't worthy of fighting with me!"
Chapter completed!