After Yanjue's acupoints were used to relieve the pain, the discomfort was slightly relieved. Mo Shuruo collapsed in his arms, his whole body was weak, his breath was coming in and out, and he felt like he was going to die in the next moment. After a long time, his eyes became clear.
"Are you feeling better? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Seeing her eyes open, Yan Jue smiled reassuringly and reached out to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead. "It's okay, don't be afraid."
Mo Shuruo was a little confused. When he saw his smile, he thought he was dreaming, so he also smiled.
Mo Shuruo accidentally discovered the stone door of the main hall. There was a dark flower planted behind the door, which was the antidote to the miasma. When the wind blew, the miasma in the underground palace dispersed. Everyone jumped down when they saw the opportunity, and Yan Jue defeated Mo Shuruo.
He picked her up and apologized to Fu Xuan, "Qilin Jue should be inside. Uncle Mo has inhaled too much miasma and needs to be treated as soon as possible. I will take her out first." Then he turned to Fang Hongzhi and told Fang Hongzhi, "Hongzhao, go.
Get some flowers from behind the stone gate."
"okay!"
The three of them left one after another. Although Xiang Jingyi was worried, he could not ignore Anal, "I don't know if the miasma will gather again, so you should get the blood jade and leave as soon as possible."
***
Mo Shuruo slept for a long time. It was long enough that Yuhua Fuxiang and his party took the blood jade and left Northern Xinjiang. It was long enough that Anal and Xiang Jingyi reconciled their differences.
Because Anal didn't eat much and was weak before, and because of the big fight this time, Fang Hongzhao couldn't do anything about it. She could only wait for her to wake up on her own. In fact, after Mo Shuruo took the antidote, there was nothing wrong with her body.
Just because I was too tired, I slept for two full days after coming out of the Saint's Tomb.
Yan Jue stayed with her day and night, never closing his eyes, holding her hand without saying a word, just looking at her stupidly. Fang Hongzhi went back and forth several times to persuade her, and was too lazy to bother with her anymore.
Mo Shuruo himself didn't expect that Yan Jue would be worried about such a trivial matter for two days. When she woke up, it was already dark, and there was only a weak candlelight in the room. This sleep was sufficient, but her throat was a little...
Dumb, she just moved her lips, and water overflowed into her mouth the next moment. It was so refreshing to have nectar after a long drought.
"Do you want more?" With a gentle voice and a slight nasal sound, Mo Shuruo had the illusion that he was exhaling in his ear. He became energetic and shook his head quickly.
Mo Shuruo moved his right hand that was tightly squeezed by him and struggled twice but could not pull it out. He looked out the window and said, "It's very late and you haven't rested yet."
Her voice is still a little hoarse, but surprisingly pleasant.
Yanjue raised the corners of his lips and said in a low voice: "I am very tired. Please move inside and let me rest for a while."
"Ah?" Mo Shuruo's eyes were flustered and he refused in a voice that he could barely hear, "Isn't that good..." Although they had slept together before, it was without her knowledge.
"Be obedient." His voice dropped another level, and his coaxing tone was inexplicably seductive, making people want to stop.
Mo Shuruo immediately rolled over and shrank into the side of the bed. He heard him put on his clothes and lay down, and grabbed her right hand again. Mo Shuruo stared at her eyes and did not dare to move. It was not until he heard his breathing gradually becoming evener that he finally
Tentatively, he turned his head to look.
He really hadn't had any rest in the past two days, and since he himself had been hit by miasma, his body and mind were already very tense. As soon as he lay down, he immediately relaxed and fell into a deep sleep.
Mo Shuruo slowly turned over and came back, using the candlelight to look at half of his face, and then at the hand that was holding her own. She was a little confused, what happened when she was unconscious? Why was Yan Jue suddenly so direct? She was in the underground palace before.
They all treated each other with courtesy, but now they don’t care about anything...
She couldn't figure it out and couldn't ask him in front of him, so she had no choice but to leave it alone.
He grabbed the quilt and pulled it on him, closed his eyes and fell asleep again. When he woke up the next day, there was no one around him. Mo Shuruo almost thought that last night was his imagination.
Fang Hongzhao brought the thick white rice porridge. Mo Shuruo was already hungry, so he got up and washed himself in a hurry before getting ready to eat.
"Shu Ruo..." Fang Hongzhao sat aside and hesitated to speak.
Mo Shuruo glanced at her, "What's wrong?"
"You were in the underground palace before. Why did you untie the rope? Aren't you afraid that you would really die in there?"
Mo Shuruo swallowed the porridge in his mouth and said honestly: "I didn't think too much when I was running with the white mouse. By the way, where is my white mouse?" After saying this, she remembered and looked around.
, I found it in a small cage and placed it on the desk by the window. "It's good that it's still there, I'm afraid it will run away."
"Shu Ruo... do you like the city lord?"
"Cough cough cough..." Uncle Mo was choked to the point of tears, "What are you talking about!"
"Then you don't like him?"
Mo Shuruo wiped the rice from the corner of his mouth, confused, "Why are you asking me these?"
"I was actually aware of Yanya Prison before, so you don't have to hide it from me."
Mo Shuruo coughed twice more. He really echoed her words: Anyone with a discerning eye can see it at a glance.
It's just that this secret was meant to be buried deep in her heart. Even if it was discovered, she didn't have the courage to respond. She put down the spoon and lowered her voice, "I don't want to talk about this now."
Fang Hongzhao was puzzled, "Why?"
"Love is a very torturous thing. If you haven't encountered it before, you don't know the pain inside."
She was still puzzled, "What do you think of your senior brother and that saint?"
Remembering the idea she had with Xiang Jingyi before, she couldn't wait to know the result, "Have they reconciled?"
Fang Hongzhao held up her chin and said lazily: "Well, that's it. I don't understand, love is so magical..." Just as he was talking, Yan Jue walked in. Fang Hongzhao stood up immediately, "City Lord
."
Mo Shuruo also immediately put down the bowl and stood up, nodded obediently, "City Lord."
Yan Jue sat down at the table and waved to Mo Shuruo to continue eating. She turned to Fang Hongzhao and said, "Mo Shuruo and I may stay in the ancient city for a few more days. Do you want to come with us?"
Or should you go back to Feihua Valley first?"
She has been waiting for these days, how could she leave on her own? Fang Hongzhao stared, "I don't want to go back alone. If you want to send me back to Feihua Valley, I'm afraid my mother will beat me. You have to bear witness for me."
I'm not playful."
She is really afraid of Yun Chuxiu.
Yanjue smiled helplessly, "Okay."
After the crisis was over, he naturally began to think about other things, "I got the blood jade, and there is nothing else to do. What are you going to do if you stay?"
He stretched out his hand and pushed the side dishes on the table closer to Mo Shuruo, "I promised Mo Shuruo to send her back to Qing'an, but..." He hesitated before speaking. It was hard for him to say such nonsense.
But Fang Hongzhi knows how to be fast.
"Understood." She nodded, patted Mo Shuruo on the shoulder, and laughed softly: "You are preparing to have a wedding banquet~~ Then I can't be left out."
Mo Shuruo raised his head and looked at her, "I don't know what senior brother thinks. I'll go talk to him later and try not to delay everyone."
When Yan Jue said he would send her back to Qing'an before, Mo Shuruo thought he was just talking about it. After all, with Fu Xuan nearby, Yan Jue shouldn't dare to do this. When she woke up, she never thought that he would really stay.
She came down. There was a hurdle in her heart, and she refused to let herself go. But at this time, if she said those words of rejection again, it would seem that she was a little ungrateful, so she could only reveal those words that separated her identity quietly to hint that he did not need to be so involved.
treat.
He couldn't understand what they meant. Fang Hongzhao was careless and didn't take it seriously, "It's nothing urgent anyway, so it doesn't matter if we delay for a few days."
"I can meet your senior brother later. Have you finished eating?"
Hearing that his tone was a little short, he seemed to be unhappy. Mo Shuruo felt that it might have something to do with what he just said, so he quickly put down his chopsticks and nodded, not daring to say another word.
"Come with me, I'll take you somewhere." She stood up and walked out. Mo Shuruo was in a dilemma, she really didn't want to be alone with him.
Fang Hongzhao pushed her from behind and smiled strangely, "Go quickly~~"
The two of them left the inn one after another, and Yan Jue stood by the carriage and waited quietly for her to walk over. Mo Shuruo was picking at his fingers, feeling a little confused, and his feet were rubbing hard. He stretched out his hand again, trying to help her up.
, his back felt even colder, and he hurriedly moved his elbows away, "Where are you going?"
He wasn't annoyed, "You'll know in a minute. Get in the car first." After saying that, he grabbed her wrist with one hand and pressed her back with the other, gently pushing her so gently and forcefully that she had no time to refuse, so she could only be obedient.
He got in and sat down. Soon, the carriage started moving. Mo Shuruo was still digging his hands under his sleeves, but his face was calm.
The car was spacious enough, but it was a little breathless at this time. Mo Shuruo glanced at him and found that he was concentrating with his eyes closed. Although Yan Jue was gentle, he didn't like to talk actively, so Mo Shuruo could only speak awkwardly,
"City Lord, can't you reveal something to me? Such a secret makes Shuruo a little frightened and scared."
He opened his eyes, and at that moment Mo Shuruo immediately lowered his head. Those eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, which made her feel guilty.
"Since the first time I saw you at Tianmu Peak, you have always looked like this. I said it was because you were afraid of me, so I didn't talk to you much. But it's been a long journey today, and it would be really uncomfortable if you still feel uneasy like this.
, why don't you tell me the reason and listen to me."
She raised her head suddenly and caught his gaze, then quickly lowered her head. The word "panic" was not written on her face.
It's one thing for two people to be alone, but it's another thing to be in a confined space. Mo Shuruo felt that the air around him was carrying his aura, which was very oppressive. Before, Yan Yayu dared to look at her because he couldn't see her.
, but it was different now, and coupled with Yan Jue's strange behavior when she woke up last night, her heart felt tight. She was afraid that he would say something, and she was afraid that she would misunderstand and follow the old path again, so she was naturally more cautious.
"City Lord Shengwei, Shuruo doesn't dare to pry." Such flattering words have become a shield.
"If you don't want to say it, I won't force you." He sighed, "Since I feel uncomfortable, I'll go out first." After saying that, he opened the car door and went out, sitting next to the groom. Mo Shuruo blinked and looked away.
Behind the curtain of the car, I heard the coachman asking with an accent: "Why are you here, Master? The road is quite long."
"It's okay, I'll come out and get some air."
The groom smiled and said, "Young Master is at odds with the girl?" Yanjue didn't reply. The groom muttered to himself and sighed: "It's normal for girls to be thin-skinned. But Master, look at it, it's going to rain soon."
Yes, you might get wet if you sit outside."
There was no sound or movement outside. Mo Shuruo's eyes were rolling back and forth, and he was very troubled in his heart. She really didn't know how to tell him. Yan Jue looked generous when he left, but he was obviously angry.
Well. This made her even more uneasy. She quietly moved to the door frame and pushed open a gap. The wind was really tight outside, and his long hair almost stuck to her face.
Mo Shuruo reached out and grabbed the white gauze sleeves spread on the wooden board, and pulled it with some grievance.
Originally, his behavior was too abrupt, so she had to accept it at the moment. When Bai Yue made him angry before, she almost died of guilt, and today it happened again.
Yan Jue looked back and saw her sitting there with her head lowered, squeezing one of his sleeves tightly. Seeing her reaction like this for the first time, he couldn't help but feel a little soft-hearted. He immediately opened the car door and opened the car door in her panic.
With his expression on his face, he lifted Mo Shuruo back to the couch and sat down.
Yanjue sat there and looked at her, tugging on his sleeves but failing to pull them back, so he simply ignored her and comforted her softly: "I'm not angry with you."
Mo Shuruo raised his eyes, his eyes were a little red.
That day at the saint's tomb, Yan Jue was really afraid that something would happen to her, probably because his life was hanging by a thread, which made him see his inner thoughts clearly. After waiting day and night for the past two days, he decided to tell her. But he didn't.
Thinking that he seemed to have frightened her before he even started to reveal it, Yan Jue began to retreat inwardly, "I just want you to relax..." He quickly changed the subject, "Don't be afraid, I'm fine.
Malice. I took you to a place just to give you something."
Mo Shuruo blinked his eyes, doubtful, "What?"
Yan Jue said: "Although I used Peach Blossom Soul to cure your illness before, who can guarantee that it will not happen again. Now you can't use Pohungui. I thought, maybe you can use something else instead."
"What do you mean?" She was confused.
He took out a jade pendant-sized crystal stone with seven-color light spots and handed it to her, "Except for the lost phantom objects, I borrowed the Cold Warming Technique to collect the power of the other illusions into this crystal."
Looking closely at the stone, there are the pink of peach blossom soul, the red of Qilin Jue, the green of Hua fluorite, and the silver of soul gem. They are all things that Mo Shuruo has seen before. Of the seven phantoms, there are three left. He
Could it be that he wanted to take her to see these three things? But weren't all the phantom objects lost? Mo Shuruo frowned and shook his head, "I don't understand."
Yan Jue said: "I want to create another fantasy stone, but now I still need a primer."