Zhan Beihan stopped on the spot, the blade of the sword in his hand dropped, and blood slowly dripped from the blade.
The man's eyes were a little unpredictable.
"Zhan Beihan!" Xiao Lingyue's voice came from the other side of the gray mist.
Zhan Beihan looked away, returned his sword to its sheath, turned around and walked back.
The gray fog is still spreading slowly around.
Xiao Lingyue stood on the edge of the gray fog, watching the tall figure of the man slowly walking from the fog, gradually turning from virtual to solid, and wisps of dark gray fog lingered around him, as if he was contaminated with smoke.
"Are you okay?" Xiao Lingyue stepped forward and asked.
"It's okay." Zhan Beihan's internal energy shook, shaking away the mist clinging to the surface of his body.
Seeing Xiao Lingyue wearing the iron mask of the Dragon Scale Guard on her face, only a pair of eyes were exposed, and the signs of corrosion on the eyes had not faded.
Zhan Beihan's eyes darkened: "Why are you wearing a mask?"
The jet black iron mask was made according to the size of a man. When worn on her face, it made her face look particularly petite. The skin exposed outside the mask was as white as jade.
He stretched out his hand to pick it off.
Xiao Lingyue avoided him and raised her hand to block it covertly: "I have a wound on my face, please block it for now."
Zhan Beihan's hand stopped in mid-air.
He squinted slightly.
Xiao Lingyue quickly changed the subject: "Yao Wuchen ran away with A Jian, won't you go after him?"
Zhan Beihan said: "No need!"
There are dragon scale guards on the outside blocking the route, and it is their ability to escape.
Xiao Lingyue felt something was wrong with his attitude: "What's wrong with you?"
"What's your relationship with Yao Wuchen?" the man asked coldly, "Does he know you?"
Xiao Lingyue said angrily: "I don't know him, I have nothing to do with him."
Zhan Beihan's voice became colder and colder: "It doesn't matter. Before he left, he said he would come to see you?"
"How do I know what he is thinking?"
Xiao Lingyue said depressedly: "Maybe he suffered a loss in my hands and is dissatisfied. He wants to take revenge in the future."
"Really?" Zhan Beihan's meaning was unclear.
Xiao Lingyue said nothing.
The atmosphere between the two of them was strangely tense.
The Dragon Scale Guard hurried over to report: "Your Majesty, the poisonous fog has not dissipated yet, what should we do?"
Zhan Beihan and Xiao Lingyue turned to look at the same time.
Although Yao Wuchen ran away, the poisonous mist he left behind has not dissipated and is now spreading along the ground and walls of the small courtyard.
The area around here is full of private houses, and many people from the capital live here.
If the poisonous mist spreads, the consequences will be disastrous.
"How to solve it?" Zhan Beihan turned to ask Xiao Lingyue.
Xiao Lingyue's mouth twitched, how could she know?
It's not like she deserves the poisonous mist.
However, Xiao Lingyue had been in the poisonous mist for a period of time before, and Xiao Lingyue understood the characteristics of this thing.
All things in the world are interdependent and there is no real poison that cannot be cured.
She thought for a moment and said, "Use fire."
"The characteristics of this poisonous mist are quite special. It's a bit watery. If you don't know how to dissolve it, using fire is the easiest way."
"Try drying it directly."
After listening to her words, Zhan Beihan turned to the Dragon Scale Guard and said, "Go and try it!"
"Yes!" Dragon Scale Guard took the order and went down without saying a word.
Not long after, a dozen blazing torches were delivered. This chapter has been completed!