"Little Lotus is not dead, and her soul is still there, but there seems to be something in her body suppressing her, so her heart stops beating."

Hearing this, Ye Chong was shocked.

That's actually the case?

"Then, how can I wake up the little lotus flower?"

Smile stared at Xiao Lianhua's face, and after a moment, he slowly turned his gaze to Feng Chenran, whose face was as white as paper on another bed, and his voice became very light, "Perhaps, I will know."

Ye Chong also followed the sound. At that time, he saw that the master's face became whiter and whiter, as translucent as dead. His thin lips as light as water were already less blood than usual, but now he looked even whiter and cold and faint.

Ye Chong pursed his lips, and he didn't know when the moon bead was taken out in his palm, "This is the master's moon bead."

Her voice murmured, faintly helpless.

Seeing this, Swan looked at Ye Chong with a steady look, but did not take it at the first time, "You mean, do you want me to return it to the Lord for you?"

Ye Chong nodded slightly, then smiled bitterly, "Master is so stupid. I know I don't know anything..." If she hadn't been able to control the moon pearl for no reason, then Master would have suffered in vain for her...

At that time, Waner took Yuezhu and smiled, "In a hurry, no one can think of so much. Or maybe—" As he said, Waner narrowed towards Ye Chong, and said seriously, "The Lord knows you better than you."

As Linglong’s reincarnation, Ye Pet has been practicing for thousands of years, and it is not surprising that he can control the moon pearl.

She knew this, and it was even more impossible for Feng Chenran to not know about it.

Ye Chong was stunned and smiled at the words of Smiling. Master knew him better than her?

Yeah?

Maybe.

She watched the moon beads emit bright red light and relocate to Feng Chenran's forehead. The red light slid across his body, making his pale face slightly polished.

His thick eyelashes flashed gently, like a black butterfly that had been resting for a long time leaping again.

Because of the squirting, a mysterious black semi-arc shadow was covered with a faint light that was dizzy in my heart.

Perhaps because of the long-term torment of pain, his contour lines became very soft and soft, and he was completely inferior to the coldness and silence of the past.

This made Feng Chenran look different, soft, deep and charming.

Ye Chong was drunk.

I was stunned and forgot to call him.

Until the hand gently touched her stiff little finger.

Ye Chong moved slightly, bent his fingers, and then realized something, raised his head and reflected into his soft eyes.

Why do you think the master is still so beautiful even when he is poisoned?

And Han Er seemed to have expected something, and knew that he was inconvenient and was in the room again, so he greeted Ye Chong, "You guys talk first, I'll wait outside the door."

Ye Chong nodded, watched Swan'er close the door, and his gaze slowly turned back.

At that time, Feng Chenran's soft and bright eyes were locking her eyes.

Ye Chong blinked his eyelashes and drooped silently. The shadow reflected by the covered eyelashes. As her slowly turning eyes moved slightly, the eyes fell on his injured arm. Through the white forging, the dry blood could be seen, blurred his eyes, biting his lips slightly, feeling very guilty: "Master... does it hurt?"

He nodded softly.

It really hurts.

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