Jun Wuxie seemed to feel something, and her face suddenly darkened.
"Jun Wuxie, you are really good at torturing people." After saying this, Luo Qingyue felt a suffocating feeling in her chest.
His body swayed and he galloped towards the east.
Seeing this, Yun Feng rushed over in time, "Master, what happened? Why did Miss Luo leave?"
"It's okay. Do you still have the Xueyan Powder that I asked you to bring with you last time?"[
"Yes." Yun Feng took out a small purple bottle from his arms and handed it to Jun Wuxie, "Master, what do you want Xueyan Powder for? Is Miss Luo injured?"
Jun Wuxie said nothing, glanced at the small purple bottle in his hand, turned around and disappeared into the night, in the same direction as Luo Qingyue.
Yun Feng frowned, looked at the deserted Xueling Valley, and said to himself: "I didn't see that Miss Luo was injured. Why does the master want Xueyan Powder?"
The production process of Xueyan Powder is not easy, but the effect is naturally extraordinary.
It usually takes three years to make a small bottle.
Generally, if you have internal injuries or excessive blood loss, you can take Xueyan Powder.
It can be taken internally or externally.
However, due to the rarity of Xueyan Powder, it can only be taken internally by people who are seriously injured and not taken externally by those who are bleeding.
Ordinary wounds only need simple treatment, some ordinary medicine, or they can heal on their own.
He saw Miss Luo jumping around with no injuries at all, okay?
The master's reaction just now seemed as if Miss Luo had been seriously injured. What's going on?
Yun Feng looked at the cold moon above the sky in depression, and sighed faintly, "It seems that the master is really moved!"
Luo Qingyue ran all the way to a quiet lake in the east and then stopped.
The silver moon hangs and the night sky rises.
In the dark night, the hazy moonlight is projected on the lake, giving the Jinghu a sparkling scenery.
Luo Qingyue leaned against a big tree by the lake and slowly sat down.
She looked at the sparkling lake, and Jun Wuxie's charming and charming face flashed through her mind.
Suddenly, there was a throbbing pain in her heart, and Luo Qingyue frowned in pain.
A picture suddenly flashed through my mind, with rivers of blood and corpses strewn everywhere, and a petite girl stopped in the middle, looking helplessly at all this.[
Luo Qingyue stretched out her hand to cover her head and shook it. The picture appeared in an instant and then disappeared.
She took a deep breath, and the throbbing pain in her heart gradually disappeared.
"What's going on? That picture
When she tried to recall the fleeting scene, Luo Qingyue felt that her mind went blank, as if everything she had just imagined was just a figment of her imagination.
The slight movement behind her brought Luo Qingyue's thoughts back to reality.
She tensed up and turned her head to look.
Jun Wuxie, who was wearing a mysterious robe, was already standing quietly behind her.
Her eyes flickered, Luo Qingyue pursed her lips and didn't know what to say for a moment.
Simply withdrawing her gaze, Luo Qingyue continued to stare at the lake.
Jun Wuxie sat down next to her, with no expression on his handsome face. He took Luo Qingyue's hand that was wrapped around his knee.
Luo Qingyue looked at him subconsciously, retracted her hand, frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"
Jun Wuxie shook his head gently, and the corners of his perfect lips curved into a faint smile: "What can I do? I'm afraid I won't eat you."