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Chapter 540 : You don't have to look at it, you're not dead

I don’t know how long it took, but Ye Xuanji slowly woke up from the chaotic state.\%_%_小_说_网元_chuang%_%\

She opened her eyes slightly and suddenly froze.

Two candles, a green bamboo couch, an ancient rattan table and several ancient chairs.

There is a medicine stove next to it, and there is a faint aroma of medicine coming out of it——[

This place is like a quiet room where alchemists practice.

Looking up, I saw the vast sky on the roof, with stars shining and changing their tracks freely in the sky...

This is where?

Doesn’t it look like a Yinsi?

She raised her hand subconsciously.

The nails are long and clean, and the knuckles are like jade, shining with a gleaming luster under the candlelight.

She subconsciously grabbed a handful of bedding on the bed. The bedding was soft and had the most realistic touch...

The soul should be unable to grasp things.

Then she is now——an entity?

Could it be that she is miserable again?

Who did it wear again this time?

She raised her arm and looked at it.

Hey, the clothes are made of ordinary cyan material, with streaks of gray and white on them, some dirty, some damaged...

This is exactly what she was wearing just now!

Could it be that - I'm not dead?

Before she could finish this thought, a cold voice came over: "Don't worry, you're not dead."

The sound was as cold as jade stones striking each other.

Ye Xuanji subconsciously raised her head and followed the sound.

I saw a man in white standing with his backlit, his black silk hair spread over his shoulders.[

He was wearing a strange white robe of ancient style.

He was standing in front of the window, his back looked a little bleak and familiar...

"Master Jing Tian?" Ye Xuanji's eyes widened suddenly. Could it be that Master Jing Tian saved her from Mo Qingcheng's clutches?

She forced herself to sit up and said, "Master Jing Tian, ​​it was you who saved me?"

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Master Jingtian finally turned around slowly, his silver butterfly-shaped mask shining slightly in the candlelight.

He did not answer her question, but looked Ye Xuanji up and down with his eyes.

酩訾樾樾慩訾


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