Youru leaned against the corner of the bed and was looking down at something, a little absent-minded, and when he heard the sound of the "squeak" sound, he seemed to be frightened.

She gradually came to her senses and looked up. Zhang Qingqing's cold face was locked in her brows, and her angry eyes were slowly approaching.

Youruo shivered. She was doing nothing in the house. Could it be that she was guilty of sleeping?

Although I am used to the habit of someone not knocking on the door, I can't always scare people for no reason. At least I can make a sound to let myself know that someone is coming.

Youruo jumped out of bed, and there was a little unhappiness on his face: "Can't you knock on the door?"

"cannot."

Youruo looked at the man-eating face and contemptuously said in his heart: "Can your expression get colder? You have the ability to freeze the house into ice."

No matter how much he thinks about it, Youruo can't do anything about him. His coldness is inherently arrogance, and his domineeringness is even more gentle to him. As long as it is what he wants to do, he can ignore it even if the sky falls or the ground sinks.

"Have your injury completely healed?" Youruo changed the topic, with a faint concern.

Qinglin did not answer, but asked with a cold face: "You just had a bitter face. Is it because Jiang Yu wanted to marry Zi Ling?"

"Ah" Youruo's face was stunned, and he was speechless. He was angry with this.

Youruo didn't know what Lin was thinking, as if all his thoughts were circling around him every day. When she smiled, she said she was confusing people, and when she was unhappy, she said she missed others.

"Don't dare to see if I feel guilty?"

Qinglin saw Youruo lowering his head and not speaking, thinking that he had hit it. The domineering spirit came up again, reached out to pinch Youruo's chin and forced him to look at him.

"Can you be serious? I don't think of others. I just feel sorry for the ice silkworm." Youruo raised his arm slightly, but saw a black thing lying on her open palm.

"Is it dead?" Qinglin let go of his hand and looked at the ice silkworm with surprise.

Youruo shook her head. She couldn't tell whether the ice silkworm was dead or asleep. She obviously had a heartbeat but was shriveled again.

Qinglin took the ice silkworm. If he originally hated insects, he had to let himself fall in love with it because of his love for the house and the Wu.

"It's still alive, but it's just falling into a deep sleep and may have to molt." Qinglin observed for a few seconds and saw the rough idea.

"Really?" Youruo carefully stroked the ice silkworm as to the palm of his hand. He heard that it would not die, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.

Qinglin saw Youru laughing at the insect, and his calm mood became angry again. He never saw Youru laughing at him since he entered the house. Could it be that he was not as important as the insect?

Qinglin snatched the ice silkworm and threw it away. He ran day and night and finally found a quiet and comfortable place. How could he waste the beautiful scenery of the moonlit night and the fragrance of flowers in the garden?

Qinglin narrowed his eyes and pressed step by step.

"What are you doing?" Youruo seemed to have a premonition and retreated nervously until her body was pressed against the things behind her and she had no way to escape.

Qinglin pursed his lips and smiled, with a very bad intention: "Are you seducing me to the bed?"

Youruo was speechless to Qinglin's shamelessness. He was obviously forced to go to the forefront and pretended to be pure. In short, Youruo summed up eight words for him: noble in front of others, beastly heart behind others, abbreviated as human-faced beastly heart.

On a quiet night, birds roost and fish fall asleep, but the crickets crow from time to time.

In the dim room, only the sound of tearing the formation was heard, and then it was filled with tenderness and warmth. When Youruo gradually fell into a deep sleep, a black shadow slowly left the room. This person was Qinglin.

The dark night was in contrast to the pale face, and his steps were rapid, as if in pain.

Youruo did not sleep too much, and he still heard the noise in the hazy state. When Qinglin left the room, she followed her out.

The closed door was so quiet that there was no sound, but Youruo heard the sound in his heart.

Youruo hesitated for a moment, then pushed open the door and walked in.

The lights were not on in the room, because the moonlight was reflected, and there was no external object. At least the figure sitting cross-legged on the bed made Youruo see clearly.

He frowned, with a painful expression on his face, and struggled but endured it, which was exactly what Youruo could feel in his heart.

Youruo walked forward carefully, as if he was afraid of disturbing the people on the bed, so his steps were very light, but he was still noticed by the people on the bed.

Nearby, the face was clearly visible, even if it was painful and cold, it was still beautiful and charming.

Youruo couldn't help but reach out to touch her, and suddenly, Yi pulled her into his arms with one big hand.

"You don't sleep in the middle of the night just to secretly look at me?"

"Who is peeking at you? I came to see your wounds. Seeing that you were sweating so much, I wanted to wipe it for you. Who knew that it would wake you up." Youruo leaned halfway in Qinglin's arms, and she could still see her blushing face in the dark.

"I thought you missed me again." Qinglin smiled funnyly, a little evil.

Youruo was not in the mood to joke with Qinglin, and looked at him with a serious expression: "Let me see your wound."

"Didn't you see it just now?" Qing Lin felt helpless. He didn't want Youruo to know that his injury had not healed yet, but he was still discovered.

"I didn't see clearly before." Youruo looked at Qinglin stubbornly, and he was about to do it himself if he didn't show it.

"Okay." Qinglin saw that Youruo was unhappy and had to follow her.

He untied his coat, but saw a distinct black shadow on his abdomen, as big as a fist, and it seemed like a black air surged.

"Why is this happening?" Youruo suddenly changed his face, as if he was blaming Qinglin for not telling her earlier that if she hadn't seen her, she wouldn't know how long she would have to hide it.

Qinglin retied his clothes and his expression became much more serious: "This poisonous lotus is not dead, but it actually placed its soul in my body with the venom, trying to slowly occupy my body and devour my soul."

"What should I do? Is there a way to get rid of it? Otherwise, let's go find Senior Ren now?" Youruoyi heard that it was not just the poisonous lotus' venom, but the poisonous lotus was actually causing trouble. Her whole face was so anxious that she stood up uneasy.

Qinglin shook his head and said, "I have blocked my meridians, and the venom will not spread for the time being. We will leave when we get the Qinglong Sword. Moreover, I have already gained my flaws through the research these days. You don't have to worry about me, maybe you can find a solution in a few days."

"Really? Don't lie to me again." Youruo stared at Qinglin in disbelief. Deputy dared to lie to me with your beautiful expression.

Qinglin smiled helplessly, stretched out his hand and pulled it. Youruo threw himself into his arms: "Don't worry, why am I willing to have something to do? I haven't given you a title yet."

"What's the name? I don't want anything." Youruo's face was shy, and he was even more eye-catching than before.

Qinglin seemed to have already made plans, with a domineering look in his eyes: "No, I will let everyone in the world know that you are my woman."

Youruo didn't want to argue with him, didn't want to be entangled by him, and didn't want to be imprisoned. At worst, he would run away and go all over the world to cultivate immortals.

When Qinglin saw Youruo quiet, he thought she had reluctantly agreed, but he had no idea about her many thoughts.
Chapter completed!