It's not interesting in the first place, but Yang Yumo still talks so much nonsense. I also bring out those old and clichéd things. I'm not old enough to reminisce about the past.
After another half an hour, I felt that Yang Yumo seemed to have fallen asleep, so I turned around and looked at him. I saw him lying there on his side, looking like a handsome man sleeping in winter. Unfortunately, I didn't feel anything at all.
Without hesitation, I walked out of the inner room and headed outside Yumoxuan.
Without changing out of the clothes I was wearing, and without thinking about covering my face, I walked towards the human path.
I just pulled out the golden needle that sealed all my inner strength. As soon as I pulled it out, I felt that my body was much lighter. Sure enough, it is much more comfortable when I still have inner strength.
I dodged left and right to avoid some guards from the Yu Renmeng, and then headed for the end of the human path.
The beautiful scenery there was still there, but I was not in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery. It led straight to the Ivy Gate. I stood by the pool, performed Qinggong, and landed quietly on the opposite side of the pool.
After passing through the layers of gauze, I ducked in and headed towards the cold bed.
The woman lying on the cold bed was as beautiful as a spring peach, elegant and noble, and her fat was as smooth as silk, which made people dare not look directly at her. I stretched out my fingers and unconsciously felt her breath. Fortunately, she was still alive.
Being alive is good. It represents hope. As long as you are alive one day, there is always hope of salvation.
My little fan, he still has the antidote, because the time has not come yet. I can't let my little fan be like Ying'er lying on the cold bed. After the medicine has expired, the medicine has no effect.
Walking around the cold bed, I looked at the lingering incense of cigarettes, and then carefully examined the stone wall, and found nothing wrong. The stone bed was very simple, except for the heavy gauze, leaving only the square pillow on which Ying'er lay.
I frowned, could it be that Huan Dian, lying on the square pillow under Ying'er's head?
If I touch Ying'er's body, will it trigger the mechanism here? This place is unguarded, which is very abnormal.
Yang Yumo must have prepared the surroundings well before he dared to let Ying'er lie on the stone bed alone. Or maybe he had set up a formation mechanism in it.
As long as someone touches Ying'er, it will trigger the mechanism, right?
Should I take a chance and see if Huandian is the pillow under Ying'er's head? I stretched out my hand and then retracted it, not daring to make a decision. My intuition told me that if I stayed here longer, it might be dangerous.