In the auxiliary array filled with red light, the woman who was sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed suddenly opened her eyes. Her eyes were filled with blood-like red, her amber pupils were still the same, but the white part of her eyes looked like...

It was as if someone had injected blood into it, and it was very scary.

She put her hands on the ground, as if she wanted to get up, but she seemed to be suppressed by something, and couldn't get up no matter what.

The red light that was originally scattered and floating on his own position was like chicken blood, like eggs being stirred. Although this metaphor is not appropriate, it is true.

The red light surrounded Yi Xiaorou in a spiral shape, making her unable to move. The bulging veins on her forehead could still be faintly seen.

As time went on, Yi Xiaorou's originally calm face became more ferocious, like a mad beast.

Nalan Mufeng, who was lazily ready to seduce the beauty at any time, stood up suddenly, flipped in the air again, and then fell lightly. In the blink of an eye, he was already standing not far from Yi Xiaorou.

The place.

He raised his sleeves and pushed his palm in the direction of Yi Xiaorou. A large black mist swallowed the red light and Yi Xiaorou together.

He waved his sleeves lightly and dusted them again. Then, when he finished dusting, the black mist and red light disappeared together, and Yi Xiaorou had already been thrown to the ground.

"How are you sober?" He raised his eyebrows, his expression still content.

Yi Xiaorou was in a daze, so naturally she couldn't answer him.

She rested one hand on the ground and the other clasped the temples of her head. Because she had a terrible headache, she paused after hearing the words and raised her head to stare at him. However, the sun was so dazzling that her eyes could only squint slightly to adapt.

But she remembered what happened just now very clearly. When she finished speaking and turned around to leave, maybe it was because of the nightmare, so the emotions that had been suppressed all this time swarmed in, pressing straight towards her like stones.

It was exactly the same situation as when she was practicing before.

Why?! It's obviously different, but the result is still the same, the same... so.

"You... know what to do?" she asked.

"Well," Nalan Mufeng took a few steps. He probably felt tired from standing, so he squatted down, "Maybe he was cursed. It's just a preliminary estimate, but it's probably about the same."

"Spell? Talisman?" Or spell? What exactly is it?

"Well, it's just a spell, not much related to a talisman, but it's a similar method. It's all a kind of magic... It can be said to be another kind of magic, but it is more expensive than ordinary calligraphy.

Great spirit and strength." He explained.

In fact, he was also curious about who was so free that he actually used a curse on Yi Xiaorou.

It can also be said to be careful, because for someone like Yi Xiaorou, if you want to seal it and prevent her from practicing mindfulness, it is impossible. However, it is not impossible to inject external power into it to interfere, but the premise is

You have to be stronger.

The person who put the curse on Yi Xiaorou certainly had great strength, but he also tried his best to give Yi Xiaorou a method that would not harm the body but could still achieve his purpose. In the end, he wanted to

What to do? Is it as simple as just not wanting Yi Xiaorou to practice?

"A talisman is to use a holding talisman and cast spiritual power and spells on it, while a curse simply casts the desired spiritual power and spells on the recipient, just like a seal, but its advantage is

It won’t have any bad impact on the person being cursed.”

"Oh...can you figure it out?" In fact, she was concerned about the latter one.

"I'm here, of course. However, I'm very curious. I think you don't like to have contact with anyone because of your temperament. But, what is the identity of this person who can get in close contact with you and put a curse on you." He supported it with one hand.

He was rubbing his chin on his knees, with a look of great interest on his face.

Yi Xiaorou frowned and after thinking about it, she realized there was something in his words.

Close distance? Could it be that only people who can get in close contact can cast a curse? But there are not many people who can get in touch with her. It is impossible for Zi Ling Nalan Xianzheng, and even more impossible for Yi Qinglan. He wishes he could practice it himself.

, then the only thing left is...Yi Feng?!

Probably not, yes...how could it be him? Yi Xiaorou's relationship with him has always been neither good nor bad, but it is impossible that he would treat her like that.

She doesn't understand, and she will never understand. A man, no matter whether he is a demon or a demon, has his own masculinity and hopes to take care of the person he likes. Not to mention protecting, but he also doesn't want to be...

He can only be an unknown existence forever, not being noticed by her, and even taking care of her is a luxury.

"How to solve it?" she asked.

Nalan Mufeng glanced at her, but he didn't expect that this girl was so impatient!

He just put his hand on his chin and looked at Yi Xiaorou...

"I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, you know?"
Chapter completed!