Zhao Chonghuan stared at Xi Cun silently for a moment, gently calming down the inexplicable worry in her heart. She casually put on a plain robe that fell on the screen, patted A Zhao's small shoulder, and the two left the wing room.

She returned to the yard at noon and took a break with some food. She slept heavily and it was evening in a flash. If it weren't for a while of a sudden, she would have had a drink and chat with Duke Zhou, from the time of drinking tea to the time of soup.

Outside the wing room.

The small courtyard of the fence has sunk into the dullness of the wind coming late, the sky is filled with clouds, the birds are singing, and the air is dull. It seems that it is brewing a spring rain.

Zhao Chonghuan walked to the stone bench under the pear tree and sat down. His eyes were cold, just like the dim sky at this moment.

She thought for a moment, then suddenly raised her hand and stroked her forehead, rubbing the calm mark with doubts. Her thoughts were like a tide, and she patted the panic-

Why do you start having nightmares again? Why do you attack others uncontrollably?

Could it be that this mark has re-energized those dark past events hidden deep in my mind?

Did it also trigger the uncatched hidden fear and crisis in the bones and blood?

But what did she encounter in her childhood? Why did she run so horrified and helplessly in the mountains and forests filled with fire? Who was the shrill female voice that kept her running?

...

She was confused and found that her memory was like a layer of light glaze secret porcelain. It looked transparent but blurry, and it couldn't even describe the outline, let alone tell at all.

Her fair white fingers unconsciously tapped her forehead.

Since the early morning when she accidentally heard "Luojiaqu" and caused the green lotus mark to break out, her body and mind were like a snow-white pear blossom blooming on the top of the pear tree, and she started to tremble uneasy when there was a slight movement of wind and grass.

The secret of no mind, and there is no desire or fear.

When Mr. Wu You taught Wuxin Art, she was very appreciative because of her undistracted mind, talent and talent. She even accidentally established her as a target among her brothers, which made her often need to fight with a group of teenagers to have a few bites of food.

However, if the master knew that she was confused and full of worries, he would probably have to spit out a mouthful of old blood.

In just one day, her innocence seemed to be an old story that had fallen into dust, and she had no face to mention it again.

Zhao Chonghuan smiled bitterly.

In such a trepidation, she couldn't help but activate the qi from the dantian again, slowly allowing the true qi to wander all over her body, to make sure that she was still the original self-

However, an indescribable force still rushed out of the blood vessels without warning, containing a little unshakable momentum to prevent the smooth flow of true energy.

She tried to force her to force her, but a stream of blood swelled up her heart and a gust of sweetness surged into her throat.

She quickly stopped transporting her power and held her breath motionlessly. In an instant, the power that was like a wild horse stopped and retreated.

She swallowed the blood back with force.

After all, Zhao Chonghuan realized that what was hidden in her body was a terrifying force that was so frightening that it was shocking!

She reached out to cut her veins, and her distant eyebrows frowned into the ridge that was destroyed by the wind.

"Uh--"

Zhao Chonghuan was standing in a daze, and Ah Zhao came out with supper—

She looked at A Zhao in a daze, and tried to smile, but was dazed and empty.

A Zhao knew that Zhao Chonghuan had accidentally injured Xi, and he was sad, so he couldn't help but put down the tray with some pain and gestured to comfort the other party.
Chapter completed!