Ling Mi swallowed her saliva and recovered after a long time.

Ling Mi tried hard to keep her emotions calm, staring at the green bead in Lan Rongyue's hand.

"The poison avoiding bead is the one from the Cangming royal family."

"kindness."

The material of the poison-avoiding beads is like jade, but not jade. It is very special. The beads are warm and have a faint cool fragrance. It is very comfortable to hold in your hands. Lan Rongyue likes it a little.

"Miss, it is rumored that the poison avoidance bead can relieve all poisons in the world. Since the poison avoidance bead is in his hands, why is he still infected with a poison, and it is..." Ling Mi did not finish speaking, and held her hands tightly in her sleeves.

"Ling Mi..." Lan Rongyue's tone became a little cold, and her eyes looked at Ling Mi, very light but very cold.

"I understand that this is a clue, and I know my ability. I will never fly into the fire." Ling Mi held her hands tightly, and she would definitely repay her. It was just that it was too difficult to get clues from Yan Canglan. I was afraid that if the clues were not found, she would take her life. But she was unwilling to accept it.

"You can't hurry up in this matter." Lan Rongyue pushed open the window and looked out the window.

Ling Mi’s affairs cannot be rushed. Ling Mi’s parents took the life of the entire clan because they were too anxious. The Soul-Devouring Gu is indeed a clue, but the clue of the extermination of the clan’s hatred pointed to Yuntian Kingdom.

After a quarter of an hour passed, Jiuer finally couldn't help but remind Lan Rongyue.

"Miss, it's cold in winter, and it's even colder at night."

"On New Year's Eve, the red lantern illuminates the entire Lincheng. The bright red is really festive. If it is dyed with some blood, it will be even more beautiful. Ling Mi, you can go to the task tonight together. Remember, no poison is allowed." Lan Rongyue has some appreciation for Ling Mi, but also the most worried about it.

"yes."

Ling Mi took the order and left the Butterfly Courtyard, with a little gratitude in her voice. She knew the Soul-Devouring Gu and the Poison-Avoiding Pearl. She was indeed very impatient. If she wanted to know more clues, she needed to calm down and just needed to vent her emotions.

"Miss, I'm a little worried about Ling Mi's nature. Ling Mi's ability is not the weakest among the seven pavilions of the Ghost Sect, but the most unrestrained of the seven people. Even if Ling Mi is smart, impatient in the imperial city will cause big trouble." Jiuer hesitated for a moment, with a little embarrassed expression. She didn't want to criticize Ling Mi, nor did she say that Ling Mi was not strict, but she was too impatient, so she couldn't help but worry that the trouble caused by Ling Mi would be asked to deal with Lan Rongyue.

"Jiu'er, have you forgotten our original intention? It's better to have trouble. I'm afraid there will be no trouble? If I'm afraid of trouble, I won't take action tonight, and I won't let Ling Mi come to Lincheng. Ling Mi has been using her mind to the Yuntian Kingdom these years. Do you think I can't see it?"

Lan Rongyue got up and sat by the warm stove. Jiuer immediately closed the window and brewed a cup of hot tea for Lan Rongyue again.

"Miss is worried that if this continues, Ling Mi will fall into a devil's obstacle?"

Jiuer has been with Lan Rongyue for five years. Although Lan Rongyue knows how to do martial arts, she has read a lot of books. Under Lan Rongyue's guidance, she has improved a lot of kung fu and is no longer the simple girl she used to be.

Lan Rongyue has always known that Jiuer is very smart. At that time, she ended up with such a miserable ending because she loved her too deeply.

"Sit." After Jiuer sat down, "Hate will corrupt people's minds, especially those like Ling Mi who have been instilled with revenge since childhood, her temperament should be changed. Jiuer, you have grown up in the past few years."

When Lan Rongyue said that, Jiuer lowered her head slightly. She was seven or eight years older than Lan Rongyue, and she was actually grown up by Lan Rongyue. Jiuer couldn't help but remember when she first met Lan Rongyue. Lan Rongyue was only nine years old, wearing men's clothes, her charm could not be hidden. Her pair of transparent and cold eyes seemed to freeze people's hearts.

In the late night, people laughed in their dreams with the joy of the New Year.

In the palace, the royal relatives, nobles, nobles, and outside the gates of the mansion, blood stained the steps red.

Overnight, the entire Lincheng was covered with a layer of blood.

"I'm back." At the last moment of Yin Shi, Ling Mi returned to the Butterfly Courtyard.

"Miss, I'm back." Ling Mi walked to Lan Rongyue's bedside. Jiuer had already rested in the next door. A hint of surprise flashed in Ling Mi's eyes, thinking: Is the master waiting for her?

Among the seven Pavilions of the Ghost Gate, Ling Mi is different. Ling Mi's father is kind to her. Although Ling Mi became the leader of the Ghost Gate Pavilion by her own abilities, Lan Rongyue has more selfish feelings for Ling Mi.

Lan Rongyue was silent for a moment, closed the book, and looked at Ling Mi.

"On the first day of the New Year, the city is stained with blood, you are awake."

"I'm awake."

The cold wind, white snow, blood, and the smell of blood seemed to be echoing in the air. Over the years, Lan Rongyue rarely made her hands covered with blood, and life passed by in her hands. Ling Mi understood that if she acted rashly, she would be the one who died.

"Just be awake, it's getting late, so go and have a rest."

"yes."

After Ling Mi left the room, Lan Rongyue blew out the candle and fell asleep.

The next morning, people from all the palaces woke up from the joy of the New Year, opened the door, and welcomed the joy of the New Year.

In the Kangrui Palace, the butler opened the door himself, and a corpse was hung on the beam outside the door, and blood stained the entire ground red. In the cold winter, the blood had already condensed into ice, and the corpse was stained with frost. The ferocious face of the corpse was particularly terrifying.

The butler was so scared that he sat directly on the ground, his face pale, and the guards who were accompanying him were so scared that they retreated repeatedly.

Not far away, on white paper, blood as ink, writing a piece of paper guilty was particularly dazzling.

At the same time, Lan Rongyue slept soundly in the quilt. Perhaps the temperature in the house was a little high, and there was two faint blush on her stunning little face, without any weirdness, coldness, and a bit of tenderness on her beautiful face, so quiet that it makes people hope that time will stop.

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