The owner of the black boots left the place and the door was closed.

Lan Tian frowned, sat up, raised his hand, rubbed his forehead, shook his head a few times, and when he was about to see where he was again, a clear voice came from the screen: "Welcome, here we are.

My domain."

Lan Tian suddenly raised his head and looked forward.

A hazy figure is printed on the screen, making people feel mysterious and trembling.

Lan Tian clenched his fists and asked: "Who are you?"

The screen suddenly moved to the left, and a man wearing a white robe representing the God of War was sitting on the throne of the king.

He put his hands on the armrests of the big chair and leaned against the back of the Qinglong chair, his eyes filled with a cold and frightening light.

Especially the blue light flashing between his eyebrows. After seeing this, Lan Tian's face became extremely pale.

"You, you are..."

A cold smile appeared on Zhuge Mou's lips: "Don't panic, I'm not here to harm you."

Lan Tian knelt down, put his hands on the ground, lowered his head, and asked with a trembling voice: "Then why did you find the little girl?"

"I need your help." After Sen Liang's voice fell, he slowly stood up, came to Lan Tian, ​​and lowered his head to her condescendingly: "I think you will be very happy."

"Wha, what are you doing?" Lan Tian's hands were shaking violently. Given her status, the man would not be guilty even if he killed her on the spot. What's more, she was not strong enough to resist Zhuge Mou.

"You don't need to be nervous, just relax. In the future, we will have many opportunities to talk face to face." Zhuge Mou put his hand on Lan Tian's shoulder and patted it gently.

Lan Tian was startled and his eyes rolled.

After a long time, she finally regained her composure, thinking that he probably wanted to use his true identity to blackmail her into doing something.

Lan Tian couldn't help but frown, and his words were a little smoother than before: "We are not walking on the same path. I may not be able to help you."

"No." Zhuge Mou raised his hand and took out a ball as big as a palm that shone with fiery red light from his pocket.

Lan Tian felt the heat emanating from the sphere, and raised his head to look.

Seeing the spherical thing, her heart trembled: "This..."

"Swallow it and I'll tell you how you can help me."

"No." Lan Tian sat down on the ground and looked at the bead whose light had faded.

Zhuge Mou asked calmly: "The person you like is not your senior brother. The person you like has another woman in his heart. Are you willing to live in that shadow day and night? You don't want to

The person you like turns around and looks at you."

Lan Tian held her head and looked at the bead. The memory that tortured her day and night flashed through her mind over and over again. Tears surged from her eyes. It was a nightmare. She wanted to get rid of it but couldn't.

The dreams I got rid of were all given by Feng Yunmo.

Painful and plaintive screams rippled from the attic: "No..."

At night, a whistle echoed.

The melody of Wu Fei Huan slowly reached the ears of Beiming Yexuan, who was tossing and turning.

After not falling asleep for a long time, Beiming Yexuan couldn't lie down anymore, so he got up, opened the door, and saw Wu Feihuan sitting in the pavilion directly opposite his room, whistling.

There was a bit of strong emotion in the whistling sound.

He closed the door and walked slowly towards the pavilion.
Chapter completed!