For example, if there is no one around you for a short period of time, it will not be a big deal. As before, once the yang energy at night is gone, it will become weak like a sick person who will soon live.

Jiang Jianchen should know about this...

She rubbed Liang and asked Jin's head: "Let's go, go to bed."

The two of them went to bed. Liang Wenqian first helped Zhou Yanqing apply the white jade paste given by Jiang Jianchen on his eyes, and then they put a blanket on them, and he hugged her softly.

"Xiangxiang... is not afraid. If you have any questions, please ask for help."

Late at night, she was not a warrior and did not have such good eyesight. She could not see his expression, nor could she see the faint light flashing in his eyes.

He said softly, gently, but as if Xu Nuo: "As long as Xiang Xiang wants, I will give you all questions..."

There was a familiar atmosphere beside her, and this warm embrace was always something she was greedy for. She was buried with Liang Wenqi's arms and her face was buried in her arms. She suddenly felt much more restless. On this night when she should have insomnia, she gradually fell asleep...

After she fell asleep, Liang Wensheng gently kissed her on the cheek.

"I'll ask you what Xiangxiang wants. The young master you like, your brothers will come back..."

The little fool smiled sweetly and hugged her tightly.

Above the roof tiles of the palace, the moonlight was white, making the cold man in white look even more frost and snow.

He sat on the roof, wearing white clothes, as if it was dusty, but he took out a pot of wine from somewhere and sipped it. Wherever he looked, was exactly where Zhou Yanqing was...

Jiang Jianchen suddenly touched the location of his heart, and the numb pain came from.

He lowered his eyes lightly, and then suddenly remembered Zhou Yanqing's previous appearance, his pale face and swollen eyes. Even if he pretended to be calm, his dark eyes were like a sea of ​​depressed depression.

He frowned and felt uncomfortable...

However, almost at the same time, this was a forest, surrounded by black mist all year round, and a man in black who was sitting cross-legged and meditating was mad. His sword eyebrows flew into his temples and suddenly opened his eyes. His sharp eagle eyes looked like three-foot green eyebrows, full of awe-inspiring evil spirit.

But the man frowned again, as if he looked confused.

"What's wrong?" At this time, someone was walking on a crutch. The person who came was ruined and his legs were inconvenient, but his eyes were treacherous and smooth.

The man in black frowned and thought for a long time: "...I seemed to hear Xiaojiu's voice before."

The disfigured man twitched his lips: "You are afraid you are hearing hallucinating."

This place is a Jedi, and they have been trapped here for a long time.

The man was silent for a while. He had many edges and corners on his body, but the hard thorns had been stripped naked over the years. His eyes were darkness that could not be seen at first sight, endless blackness, and it was covered by black fog day and night.

The man asked in a daze: "...You said, Xiaojiu is living well in the world?"

The man with a cane smiled briskly: "It must be good, so let's believe it first. Besides, even if it's not good, so what if it's not good? We are all dead and trapped in this place and can't get out. It's better to think about the better."

The man was silent and didn't say anything for a long time.

Until...

"Lao San, I miss Xiaojiu."

The tall, strong and mighty man now had a tone of grievance, which made people feel sad when he heard it, like a big wolfdog that could not find a home, wandering outside, but thinking about home and people at home.
Chapter completed!