Jiuci returned to the city lord's mansion with Qingge in his arms.

Qingge slept on the bed, leaving no one to wake up.

Jiuci is increasingly worried.

It was not until the afternoon of the next day that Qingge barely woke up.

Qingge woke up for a while and started to fall asleep again.

This time, although Qingge was unconscious and drowsy, she forced herself to hold on.

As soon as he woke up, Qingge asked, "How many days have we been to Sihai City?"

"It's been sixteen days." Gillian replied.

Everyone in the house didn't understand why Qingge was obsessed with this number of days.

Qingge's condition was unexpected, and even Xiong Batian, who had been reading books, couldn't help but worry.

Jiuci is right, there is something strange. If there is no problem on the surface, there must be something wrong inside.

Xiong Batian only regrets that his medical skills are not good enough, so he will be helpless when his master is in danger.

Qingge sat up on the bed, and Jiuci carefully and gentlely placed a jade pillow behind Qingge.

Qingge lowered her eyes and rubbed her temples.

Is it already the sixteenth day?

She finally understood why no matter how powerful a person is, he cannot escape the curse of death.

This sleepiness that flows like a tide will devour people's mind. Even if she finds clues, she will not be able to concentrate on thinking.

Why are everyone in the city lord's mansion where she came with Jiuci and others sober, but she is sleepy?

What exactly went wrong?

Qingge couldn't even figure it out when he was clear-headed, and he was even more unable to gather his mind now.

"Go and find Linshan!" Jiuci bit his teeth and his eyes were scarlet.

During the day and night when Qingge was resting and sleeping, he was guarding the bedside without even closing his eyes.

Soon, Lin Shan and the only little book boy in the city lord's mansion came.

boom!

Jiuci looked back and punched out, as fast as lightning, as fierce as thunder, and hit Lin Shan's face heavily, making Lin Shan's man fall on his horse and fall on the ground.

Xiao Shutong immediately helped Lin Shan up. The next moment, Jiuci kicked Xiao Shutong away, grabbed Lin Shan's neck and raised him high, "What's going on with my sister? Today, if you don't give me an explanation, I will cut you into pieces!"

Lin Shan's chin was covered in blood, and his body was so painful that he spasmed.

"This man, this matter has nothing to do with Uncle Linshan, and we don't know what happened. The previous city lords all had this situation. The city lords are pretty good. The previous city lords would have been sleepy the next day when they came to Sihai City at least." Xiao Shutong knelt on the ground and cried.

Jiuci is like a devilish killer, and he no longer has the sober reason to listen to their defense.

Jiuci threw Lin Shan to the ground and stepped on Lin Shan's lower abdomen. "If my sister is injured, you will be ready to die."

Miss Jiu looked at Jiuci in surprise. At this moment, Jiuci seemed to have no longer had the fun of the past.

He was full of killing, and the terrible fierce aura made the wind around him strangled.

"Brother..." Qingge said.

Jiuci quickly walked to the bed and held Qingge's hand, "Are you okay?"

Qingge lifted off the quilt and walked down from the bed. Her whole body was supported by Jiuci's body and walked out tremblingly.

Qingge stood in the corridor and looked at the setting sun as blood. Qingge smiled, "It's night again soon."

The arrival of night means that the prosperity of the four seas is about to come.

As the sun sets, the ancient city lord's mansion, the city lord waiting for death, and the lonely sycamore tree.

Suddenly, Qingge turned his head and looked at the sycamore tree on the left side outside the corridor. The sycamore tree was towering and exuded a burst of fragrance of sycamore trees.

A faint wind blew towards the sycamore tree.

Qingge's limbs gradually became cold.

"Brother, take me to the roof." Qingge said.

"It's windy on the house and it's snowing soon." Jiuci didn't want to.

When the night comes, the city of all seas will be covered with heavy snow, covered with silver, and snow will be filled with the streets and alleys.

"I can't hold on anymore, hurry up..." Qingge said weakly.

She was too sleepy and opened a crack in her eyes with great difficulty.

Jiuci's eyes were red in a big circle, and he looked at Qingge with great distress.

Finally, Jiuci put a thicker shirt on Qingge, and then he hugged Qingge to the roof of the city lord's mansion.

The scene in front of Qingge became more and more blurry, as if it was covered with a layer of veil.

No matter how she looks, she can't see it clearly.

Qingge gritted his teeth, took out a dagger, and cut his palm.

The rupture of the flesh stimulated Qingge.

This time, Qingge did not look at the outlines of the streets and alleys of Sihai City, but looked at the houses and terrain of the city lord's mansion.

The construction of the city lord's mansion is not much different from other mansions, but Qingge feels like a metaphysics.

She lives in the main house, and there is a window next to the double doors of the main house. This window is very large and much taller than the windows of ordinary people.

Qingge felt the breeze blowing on her face, and her eyes suddenly shrank.

"Take me down."

Jiuci hugged Qingge back to the corridor, Qingge closed his eyes and felt the faint wind again.

The next moment, Qingge opened his eyes and said, "Dig this sycamore tree."

She finally understood.

Unfortunately, she understood on the 16th day.

She should have understood from the time she had a headache for the first time.

She was on the courtyard wall and found that the wind was blowing to the southeast, but when she returned to the city lord's mansion, she found that the direction of the wind had changed.

The wind direction was along the sycamore tree to her room.

This is a forced change.

In other words, no matter what the wind outside is, it will blow into her room in the city lord's mansion.

The sycamore tree is in front of the window...

I see.

The reason why she was sleepy was because she smelled the fragrance of sycamore trees for 16 consecutive days.

As for the change in the wind direction, Qingge initially inferred it as architectural metaphysics.

The buildings in the city lord's mansion are not buildings, but they move the whole body from small to large, and finally change the track of the wind quietly.

Too fine.

No one noticed it at all.

At this point, Qingge had consumed all his strength and fell asleep.

After Qingge said that, everyone also looked at the sycamore tree.

The Ninth Girl was surprised: "Can we say that only the senior sister has symptoms of narcolepsy? Is it because of this sycamore tree?"

"This sycamore tree is right in front of my senior sister's room. If so, it would be a matter of fact." Gillian said.

Jiuci put Qingge behind the bed, walked out of the room, and stood in the corridor.

His eyes were cold and his eyes were fixed, and his mind moved slightly; in a moment, a strong wind blew everywhere, and the ink mist was misty, and a black crow swept out from the fog.

The black crow split into countless black crows, and clusters of black fire suddenly rose up, splitting the sycamore tree with its roots.

The sycamore trees outside the corridor completely disappeared.

Jiuci was not at ease, so he wrapped Qingge in two quilts and carried Qingge to another room.

"Don't be afraid, brother will definitely protect you." Jiuci said with red eyes.

Soon, Xiong Batian and Miss Jiu knocked on the door.

Miss Ninth said hurriedly: "Sir, it's not good, the sycamore tree has grown again."
Chapter completed!