Shen Liuyun was stunned for a moment: "Say it again."

Zhou Xuanlan pursed her lips and said nothing, but only had a calm face, and her hands holding her thin waist tightened even more.

Chen Liuxiang curled his mouth, then reached out to touch the storage bag, and took it off from Zhou Xuanlan's waist, "I'll take a pill."

Zhou Xuanlan frowned: "Rank Ye Bing?"

"You were injured," Chen Liuxiang weighed the ink storage bag.

Zhou Xuanlan pursed his lips coldly and looked unwilling. Not to mention hurting others, the people he killed were piled up like a mountain. What's the point? If you hurt someone, you have to apologize.

Chenliuji: "Which is the best pill?"

Zhou Xuanlan: "Red Flame Box."

Shen Liuyi took out the red and fire-like elixir box, touched the box with his hand, threw it away without hesitation, and picked up the box with the ice radius.

Zhou Xuanlan narrowed his eyes slightly: "Don't believe me."

Shen Liuying glanced at him, opened the ice box, and sniffed the crystal clear pill inside.

These two boxes of elixirs are rare things in the world, but one of them belongs to fire and the other belongs to ice. Most of the skills Ye Bingran practiced are ice-type. Zhou Xuanlan asked him to take the Red Flame Box, and his thoughts were self-evident.

Shen Liuxiang looked at Ye Bingran, injured his right leg and limping over to deliver the pills was not appropriate. He condensed the spiritual energy around him and turned into a small sword, carrying the pill box, and flew towards Ye Bingran staggeringly.

"How are you hurt? Take this pill to heal the wound."

The spiritual sword flew from the air, and Ye Bingran's eyes couldn't help but fall on it. Although it was made of spiritual energy blinking, it was lifelike. The word "shen" was specially engraved at the hilt of the sword, which was small and exquisite.

He looked at Ling Jian and said, "No, I'm not seriously injured."

As soon as he finished speaking, the little spirit sword in front of him shook the pill box and fell down as if overwhelmed.

Ye Bingran subconsciously caught it, and the small sword instantly turned into spiritual energy in the palm of his palm, leaving a cold touch, and then disappeared.

He held it in his hand and didn't catch anything, but instead a pill box fell into his hand.

"Thank you, don't worry,"

The sound of the sound of the sound was loud. As Ye Bingran looked up, he reached out to stroke the handsome face of the person beside him, and then pinched it, "Look, I'm fine."

Ye Bingran held the pill box: "..."

Suddenly, pain came from his cheeks. After realizing what happened, Zhou Xuanlan took a breath, closed his eyes, and opened it again, but his face still couldn't hide his anger.

He held his fair wrist: "Don't go too far."

Shen Liuyun raised his eyebrows.

Ye Bingran withdrew his gaze and stared at the pill box in his hand.

He didn't want this pill, he just wanted the little spirit sword. Unfortunately, just like the little snowman, it dissipated in his hands and could not catch anything.

Ye Bingran sighed slightly, put the pill box on the ground, nodded slightly to Shen Liuxiang, and disappeared from the spot.

The sound of the sinking sound did not stop the person, so he had to regain the spiritual sword and return with the elixir box.

He put the box into the storage bag and was about to pull his hand back, but accidentally touched something and rubbed his fingertips lightly - it was a musical notes.

With Zhou Xuanlan's current identity as the Demon Emperor, even if he is hostile to him, the Imperial Palace and others will not refuse his voice transmission notes.

Chen Liuxun took out a few sound transmission notes, Zhou Xuanlan glanced at it, and the talisman instantly turned into blue smoke.

The sinking sound: "?!"

Zhou Xuanlan took the storage bag back, tied it around his waist, and under the angry gaze of the young man in red, he pushed the person horizontally and picked him up: "Be honest, I said I would not hand over the re-scaling to the imperial palace."

Shenliu raised the scale: "If you are worried, I will put the scale here first and give it to me when I come back."

Zhou Xuanlan looked down at him and said in a low voice: "Do you think I will believe that you will come back when you go to the imperial palace?"

The sinking sound: "Why don't you believe it?"

Zhou Xuanlan showed a meaningful expression on his face: "Because you can't help but be able to do it. I guess Di Xingchen will let you go without going back."

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Chen Liuxiang didn't know why he said this, but he was inexplicably creepy, "Okay, what did he do to kill me, he would never do this!"

Zhou Xuanlan sneered, without explaining, and hugged the person and planned to leave. Chen Liuxiang hurriedly said, "My storage bag."

Chen Liuxiang took back his storage bag, shook the ashes, and untied the tether. Most of the things inside were still good, but only objects such as jade slips have not been used for too long and have failed.

Chen Liuxiang tied the storage bag back to his waist, patted it lightly, and thought of Zhou Xuanlan's, his eyes slightly turned.

Since Zhou Xuanlan didn't let him get it, the sound transmission note could probably be contacted to the imperial palace, so he had to find a way to take it out.

Chen Liuxiang thought in his heart, and when he looked up, he found that he had returned to Xuan Yao Palace. He was stunned: "Are you looking for someone, have you found it?"

Zhou Xuanlan said: "It's one step late."

When he arrived, he saw only an empty ice coffin and a few familiar grimace masks.

It's Gu Tie, right.

He had seen a woman lying in an ice coffin, who had long lost her soul and seven spirits. Gu Tie loved her very much.

Shen Liu nodded and then placed on the soft couch.

Zhou Xuanlan's hand landed on his injured right leg, tore off his clothes, and his fair calves were instantly exposed. Near the knee, there were bloodstains under the black green skin.

Zhou Xuanlan pressed the wound and heard a painful whisper. He raised his eyes and saw cold sweat oozing from his forehead. The phoenix eyes were filled with a faint mist, and he was so depressed that he said: "Be gentle, be gentle."

Zhou Xuanlan's heart was inexplicably moved, and for some reason, his heart beat faster.

He planned to let Chen Liuxiang apply medicine himself and open the medicine bottle, but he involuntarily applied ointment to wipe the eyebrow on the eye-catching wound.

When the ointment was first applied, it was so painful that it was so painful that it felt like the bones were crushed and I couldn't help but retreat into the bed.

Zhou Xuanlan raised his eyebrows lightly, reached out and held the thin ankle that was one step slower, and pulled the person back mercilessly.

While Shen Liuxiang was struggling, the medicine was wiped.

Zhou Xuanlan's eyes left the wound that had been paused for a long time, and fell on the caught white ankle, and was still trembling in pain in his hands. After relaxing his hand, a few red marks fell clearly on it.

Zhou Xuanlan's eyes darkened, and his heart felt hot, and he felt that the trace seemed familiar and indescribable.

He wiped his hands with a silk squid and stood up and left.

Seeing this, Chen Liuxiang hurriedly grabbed his sleeve and said, "Where are you going?"

Zhou Xuanlan's voice was slightly deeper: "What's the matter?"

After applying the medicine, the wound on his legs felt cold and stopped hurting. He regained his energy and blinked his phoenix eyes: "You suddenly changed your mind and didn't want to reverse the scales. Have you remembered something?"

Zhou Xuanlan: "No."

Shen Liuyun showed a disappointed expression, but quickly bent the corner of his mouth: "It's better to tell you what happened in the past."

Zhou Xuanlan's expression was slightly cold: "Why should I listen to the past of you and your apprentice?"

The sound of the sinking sound: "Maybe you can remember it,"

Zhou Xuanlan opened his thin lips, and under the completely blank memory, he wanted to deny it, but his eyes fell on Shen Liuxiang lowered his eyelashes and remained silent for a moment.

"What to say?"

He cleared his throat with a sound of sound: "No matter what I ask for, you will give it to me."

Zhou Xuanlan heard the implicit sound, narrowed his eyes slightly, and a handsome face came to him, "Does that disciple, should you send the notes to you?"

Shen Liuying nodded like pounding garlic: "Yes, yes."

Zhou Xuanlan curled his lips: "If you don't give it, I'm not your disciple."

Sinking: "..."

Zhou Xuanlan left, Chen Liuxiang had to lie on the couch to heal his wounds. He woke up and the night fell at some point. He moved his legs and the ointment was very effective, almost the best.

After dinner, Shen Liujiu rushed to Zhou Xuanlan's study room. There were no lights inside, so he probably went back to the bedroom.

"It's so early today," he murmured, thinking about how to get Zhou Xuanlan's storage bag, while walking towards the bedroom.

Zhou Xuanlan was uneasy tonight and went back to the room to bed early.

Lying on the couch, various scenes in my mind intertwined. Sometimes it was Ye Bingran's name on the Three Lives Stone, sometimes it was Ye Bingran holding Shen Liuji, and then he took Shen Liuji back with anger, and then...

A snow-white ankle with red marks trembled in his hands...

He should have seen it, in a strange cave.

The young man lying on the black robe had snow-white skin all over his body, and his soft and black hair was scattered in messy manner. He hooked his neck with his hands, his handsome face flushed, biting his lips tightly, and moaning from time to time.

Very nice.

This is his master—the sound of sinking.

He thought about the person who had been thinking about it for many years and was careful to protect him.

Finally become his person.

Zhou Xuanlan had never been so satisfied. He pressed the person under him and asked for one side after another until the young man let go of his hand that wrapped around his neck and pressed against his chest. He kept shaking his head and pushing him back, and tremblingly said no.

He was reluctant to let go, either.
To be continued...