Yanhe turned around when he heard this, and saw her happy face, and walked over quickly, "Little Junior Sister, are you here? How are you resting? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Su Jinyue shook her head and smiled and said, "I'm fine, senior brother, don't worry, senior brother, are you okay?"

Yan He waved his hand and said disrespectfully: "It's great, no problem, little sister, what's the matter with me?"

Su Jinyue's lips curled slightly, "Senior brother, we need a room, the kind that is quiet enough to talk about, and also has plenty of spiritual energy."

Yan He was stunned for a moment. He understood the previous one, but he didn't quite understand the last sentence.

"Abundant spiritual energy?" Yan He was puzzled.

"I have a friend who is in poor health and needs a room full of spiritual energy." Su Jinyue explained.

Yan He became increasingly confused, "Your friend? Qilin or Jun Mingye?"

Su Jinyue shook her head, "No, you'll know when you go up with me. We also have something to talk to you. Let's arrange a room for us now."

Yan He was confused, but he arranged a room according to Yan, which was where he lived.

As the dean of Jinhua Mingduan Academy, he naturally lives in the place where he is green in the mountains and beautiful in the water, and is full of beauty.

A few people entered the one-bedroom tea room. The tea room was decorated very elegantly, with exquisite tables, chairs and flowers. Except for the pillars, all of them were carved door panels. They were small and warm in winter. When they were removed in summer, they became a small ventilated on all sides. When the flower stand was placed on the flower stand, flowers were wrapped around the beams and pillars. At this time, buds had already sprouted, tender green with goose yellow, full of vitality.

Su Jinyue looked around and sat cross-legged on a futon next to the coffee table.

Then there is Jun Mingye, Yan He, Qilin, Fengxingchen, and Xiaoshuier.

Yan He picked up the teapot on the table and poured a cup of tea for each of them.

"Tell me, what's your business?" Yan He put down the teapot and looked at the few people.

"Senior brother, he is Feng Xingchen of the Elf Clan. He came here to find the key to their Elf Clan. Have you ever seen it?" Su Jinyue asked indifferently.

Yan He was stunned for a moment, "The key to the elves? What does it look like?"

Feng Xingchen held up the teacup with one hand and lowered his head. After hearing this, he raised his head. His warm and jade-like face looked dull. "I don't know, but it's all the way to the key."

Yan He frowned and pondered, and shook his head after a moment, "I have never seen it."

Feng Xingchen was a little disappointed, but Fengcheng had been searching for so many years but couldn't find it. He didn't have much hope for it.

Yan He stared at his blue eyes and suddenly reacted, saying in surprise: "Are you from the Elf?"

Feng Xingchen paused and asked in confusion: "Yes, what's wrong?"

"Why did you appear here?" Yan He was shocked without any concealment. "How old are you? How long have you been here? Didn't you feel pain here?"

Su Jinyue and others also looked at each other.

They also want to know what's going on.

Feng Xingchen knew that he was curious about his experience.

He no longer concealed it and said calmly: "I am no longer an elf."

As soon as these words came out, they were like a thunderous thunder falling, and for a moment, there was a silence in the room.

Su Jinyue's pupils shrank suddenly, and she reacted first, and said in a lost voice: "How could it be? You obviously still have blue eyes! You just... just lost your cultivation..."

Her voice became smaller and smaller, and finally she was silent and fell into silence.

She suddenly remembered that she had nothing to do before when she was reading books in Feng Xingchen's study. Once the elves lose their elf bones, they will no longer be elfs.

"Your elf bone..."

She suddenly stood up, walked around Jun Mingye and walked behind him. Before everyone could react, she pulled open his collar with a "pull" and pulled it down, and a large area of ​​fair and delicate skin was exposed to the air without any warning.

On the back of the well-proportioned and linear and graceful texture, a three-inch-long wound stretched across it. Although it had scabbed, it was so hideous and terrifying in Su Jinyue's eyes.

Her fingertips trembled, trying to touch the bloody scar, but before she could get close, her wrist was suddenly caught.

It is a hand with distinct joints.

She raised her eyes along the hand, and what caught her eye was a pair of dark and phoenix eyes that were shining with sinisterness.

"What are you going to do?" His voice was low, his tone was dangerous, and his eyes gradually spread.

Su Jinyue's wrist moved, trying to break free from these big palms with a slight chill, but Jun Mingye held it very tightly, which almost made her feel that her wrist was about to be pinched off.

She frowned and took a slight breath of cold air.

Jun Mingye was stunned for a moment, and returned to his senses. He quickly let go of his hand. He looked down and saw that the snow-white and slender white wrist had turned red. It was obvious that Jun Mingye had exerted so much force just now.

Jun Mingye pursed his lips, and the scarlet redness in his eyes dissipated, and a hint of heartache and self-blame appeared in his dark eyes.

It was him who was impulsive.

He wanted to pull her hand, but when his eyes touched the red marks, he retreated again, and could only say softly and apologetically, "Sorry."

The anger that was about to emerge in Su Jinyue's heart was extinguished in an instant.

Well, she was wrong, and she was impulsive.

Feng Xingchen turned sideways, his eyes paused on the shocking red marks for two seconds, and a trace of care was scratched in his eyes. He said warmly: "I'm fine, Jin Yue, don't worry about me."

Jun Mingye glanced at Su Jinyue just scratched her clothes on her back, but not much was revealed in front of her.

He took out a robe from the storage ring and threw it on Feng Xingchen. He coldly dropped the word "put on" and pulled Su Jinyue's other intact hand back to his seat.

Feng Xingchen reached out and picked up the black robe and put it on. He had no cultivation now, so he could not open the storage ring and could not take out the clothes he had tasted. It was a bit sad.

Su Jinyue sat back on the futon, and Yan He's eyes fell on her wrist, "Little Junior Sister..."

Just as he was about to say something, Su Jinyue had already shook her head at him and said first: "Senior brother, I'm fine, don't worry."

Yan He's concern that came to his mouth was stuck in his throat. He could only touch his nose in disappointment, and then said to Jun Mingye in a bad tone: "You are so good!"

Jun Mingye lowered his eyes and ignored him, but he stared at the red marks without hesitation. His voice was filled with unparalleled care and self-blame, "Does it hurt?"

Su Jinyue paused, looked down at her eyes, and said disobeyingly: "I don't feel anything anymore."

Then she added, "Not like this next time."

This kind of thing will be fine once. If it is too much, she is afraid that she will get angry with Jun Mingye.

Jun Mingye said "yes" in a depressed voice, his head slightly drooped.

From Su Jinyue's perspective, his hanging thick eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyelids, his thin lips were tightly pressed, the corners of his mouth were tense into a straight line, and a hint of guilt and self-blame appeared on his side face. He looked like a big cat, with his head hanging down, feeling depressed, and he was angry with himself.

Su Jinyue sighed in her heart. Facing Jun Mingye like this, she couldn't get angry at all. She stretched out her okay hand and comforted it and patted the hand that was placed on his leg. She looked up at Feng Xingchen with an unprecedented serious expression, "What's wrong with you?"

Feng Xingchen said calmly: "My father knows about the fake marriage."

Su Jinyue's heart thumped, and she subconsciously grabbed Jun Mingye's arm, who was closest to him.

Jun Mingye lowered his eyes and stared at the slender and fair hand, and could clearly see the blue blood vessels exposed under the porcelain white skin.

His eyes flashed, and there were unpredictable emotions hidden in his eyes.

Feng Xingchen continued, his voice still calm, "My father was very angry, so he took away my elf bones and knocked me down the abyss of sin, so that I could find the key before I could go back."

He spoke thrilling words in an understatement.

The wind blew, causing the shadows of trees outside the window to sway and rustle.

Su Jinyue looked at him and listened to his extremely plain narrative, and her heart was raised. She could imagine how Feng Xingchen would be angry after learning the truth. In anger, she would do such a ruthless thing and say such cold words. How big would Feng Xingchen be hit.

The only thing to be thankful for is that he is still alive.

And the reason why he was alive was that Xiao Shui'er saved him.

Su Jinyue's eyes fell on Xiao Shui'er's calm face.

Feng Xingchen's voice sounded again at this time, "This Shui'er girl saved me when I fell into the abyss of sin and allowed me to save my life."

Xiao Shui'er said in a quiet voice: "It's just a coincidence, no need to be polite."

Feng Xingchen just smiled gently, knowing that if it weren't for this girl, how could he have the chance to see Su Jinyue again?

He remembered this life-saving grace in his heart.

Yan He suddenly asked: "Your father also said that the key is in the abyss of sin. How did you know it would be in our academy?

This is the key to their sitting here!

Feng Xingchen: "My father once asked the prophet of Tianwang to divine, saying that the key was at Jinhua Mingduan Academy."

"Prophet?" Yan He narrowed his eyes, "Do you know that Skynet has a grudge against us?"

Feng Xingchen said calmly: "I know, but my father asked the prophet to divine it eight hundred years ago. At that time, the Skynet only targeted Jin Yue's parents and had no grudges with my elves, so there was no need for the prophets at that time to deceive my father."

Words and silence.

Indeed, there is no need.

There is no need for a prophet eight hundred years ago to be an enemy of a race.

"Senior Brother, you have been here for so long, have you found traces of the prophet?" Su Jinyue asked.

Yan He was stunned, "What?"

Su Jinyue explained, "I have met Mu Yan from Tianwang before and a colorful phoenix. They told me that the prophet was waiting for me in Wucheng, the Abyss of Sin. This time I came here, one to find the key to the elves, and the other to meet the prophet."

When Yanhe heard this, he felt a chill in his heart for no reason. The prophet of the Skynet had already arrived at the Abyss of Sin without knowing it? But he didn't know anything!

What is he going to do?

Seeing his changing expression, Su Jinyue knew what was thinking in her heart.
Chapter completed!