It turned out that the two vortexes were connected, and she accidentally bumped into Nangong Yi's house. She didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse.

However, the most dangerous place is the safest place. Recuperate first, then find a way to escape, and then go to find the Shenyu Spirit Stone.

Ling Mulao staggered ashore, but she didn't know where to hide. Although Nangong Yi asked her to wait in the execution room, she still didn't feel relieved.

In this world, the only person she can trust is herself, Nangong Yi, and she still can't trust him.

Ling Mulao closed his eyes and thought about it carefully. It seemed that there was only one place.

After a while, she was standing in front of the banyan tree. Nothing had changed, except that there were a few big rocks around the banyan tree. It seemed that Nangong Yi had changed the formation after she arrived.

After careful study, although this formation is much more complicated than the last one, and there are nine or eighty-one steps to crack it, it still comes from experience.

While drawing lightly on the ground, he calculated the answer. After about half an hour, Ling Mulao found the answer and entered the courtyard with ease.

This time, because she was wary, she did not walk into the psychedelic art. Seeing Ling Mulao enter, the blue butterflies seemed to have met their nemesis, and they all turned around and flew away.

"Forget your truth, otherwise I will kill and roast you one by one."

Ever since he saw the power of these butterflies last time, Ling Mulao secretly began to develop poisons to deal with them, but strangely, these guys actually ran away automatically as if they could read minds.

After passing the waterside pavilion, Ling Mulao looked up at the sculpture. What a beautiful woman, like a fairy, but she ended up as a pile of bones.

Across the courtyard, there are three rooms directly in front. The middle one is spacious and bright, and should be the main room. The two rooms next to it are slightly smaller, and are probably utility rooms.

Ling Mulao thought to himself that if Nangong Yi came to the courtyard, he would probably stay in the main room, so he would choose a utility room to adjust his breathing and recuperate.

With a "squeak~" sound, the wooden door was pushed open. It was not the dust floating around as expected. The room was very clean. It must have been cleaned by someone frequently.

Ling Mulao looked at the furnishings in the room in confusion. It was not a utility room, but a study room.

There are paintings and calligraphy hanging on the surrounding walls. It seems that the styles are all made by one person. There is a desk in the middle, complete with pens, inks, papers and inkstones. It is estimated that Nangong Yi often paints and writes poems here.

Ling Mulao opened the calligraphy and painting on the desk. On the picture was a woman, fresh and indifferent, with a charming smile. She was the statue.

I opened a few more pictures in succession, and they all turned out to be the same person.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, although Nangong Yi was cold and ruthless to others, he was extremely infatuated with this woman. I don't know what kind of happiness it is to be loved by such a person.

Ling Mulao carefully put the scroll back to its original place and searched it carefully. There was no food in the house, let alone any medicinal materials.

Fortunately, she picked some flowers and plants when she just passed by the yard.

Although these flowers and plants are poisonous, after removing the toxicity, they all have strong medicinal properties and can help her coagulate blood.

Ling Mulao walked around the desk and sat in the chair with weird patterns. While untying his clothes, he applied the minced flowers and plants in his mouth to the wound.
Chapter completed!