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Youmeng was abandoned in the darkness again, holding her arms alone, feeling that the surroundings were extremely cold and became more and more gloomy and terrifying. The man's shadow and voice were lingering in his mind, especially when he left a message saying that he would come to her again, which made her very scared. She knew nothing about that person, but she seemed to be in his control... Who was he and what purpose he came with? She didn't dare to think about it.

At this time someone walked in, she trembled and screamed in surprise. The man at the door stopped and said softly: "Don't be afraid, it's me."

Youmeng heard the sound and immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "It's you, the spiritual girl? I thought it was..."

"What is it?" The spiritual practitioner put down the things in his hand and lit a gauze lamp.

The light in the room gradually became brighter. When she summoned Youmeng's panicked expression, she asked uneasy: "Tell me, who was the one who came in just now? Is he from the Lefang?"

"Has anyone come in?" The spiritual cultivator turned around and looked at her with a confused look on his face. "No, but I didn't see anyone passing by here..."

"How could it be that there wasn't? He just rushed out the moment before you came in!" Youmeng's eyebrows tightened and said with great confidence, "A man!"

"Man?" Ling Xiu was stunned for a moment, picked up the medicinal wine and walked up the edge of the bed, "Impossible, this is my room, no man will come in. Have you seen it wrong?"

"I won't lie to you, it's definitely not that I'm dazzled, nor is it an illusion! Because I took off his hairpin!" As he said that, Youmeng raised his left hand hard and held the hairpin tightly in front of the spiritual practitioner. "This is the evidence that a man has come! This..." The moment her eyes fell on the hairpin, she was shocked involuntarily-

This black jade hairpin carved a uniquely shaped cloud on the head of the hairpin. It looked so familiar in her hands at this moment. Xuan'er aroused the memories of those sporadic fragments in her mind:

In the bamboo forest in the south of the city, the white gauze cloud chariot, the person in the curtain used this hairpin to hurt her finger bones...

In Luoyang Market, a man in white squatted on the ground to pick up things, with long hair covering his face. She passed by, her eyes flashed over her hair, and once again caught a glimpse of the hairpin, but when she reacted and looked back, the man in white had disappeared from the crowd...

"This hairpin..." Now, it appeared strangely in its hands without warning. Then its owner... isn't it the person in the bamboo forest chariot?!

The man who bullied me just now was...

Youmeng didn't dare to think further, "Ah!", and let go of the hairpin on the bed in horror, as if the hairpin was as evil as its owner!

Seeing that she was so shocked, the spiritual cultivator was at a loss and forced herself to say, "Sorry, I have never seen this hairpin... the man you mentioned? What does he look like?"

"It's too dark, I can't see clearly..." Youmeng shivered and was about to collapse. "I only remember his voice was cold, like a ghost trying to seduce people. He was very rude to me. Not only did he tease me, he also..."

The spiritual cultivator's eyes were puzzled. Youmeng bit his lip, swallowed the words back into his stomach, and said fiercely: "In short, if I know who he is, I must catch him and tear him to pieces!"

"Don't think too much, I'll help you put some medicinal wine on your ankle." Ling Xiu sat beside the bed and picked up her right foot and looked carefully, "Hey? Why do I feel... your feet don't seem to be as swollen as before?"

Youmeng suddenly felt guilty and dared not tell the experience just now. She blushed and lowered her head, and said perfunctorily: "Maybe I have rested here for a while, and the bruises have subsided..."
Chapter completed!