In the darkness, a figure flashed past, as fast as the blink of an eye, Yun Ziyou's lips curved into a meaningful smile, no longer escaping, Yan Xiaoyu was hit with a stick on the arm, and Yan Xiaoyu was in pain.
He grinned and rubbed his arms.
"See, I told you, it will hurt even if you hit me." Yun Ziyou took the stick out of Yan Xiaoyu's hand, threw it aside, and rubbed Yan Xiaoyu's arm.
Yan Xiaoyu was still angry and pushed Yun Ziyou away ungratefully, sitting on a stone stool with a pout that could tie a donkey.
Yunzi walked up to Yan Xiaoyu and pushed her shoulders, "Okay, don't be angry. I'm just teasing you. You weren't poisoned at all, and I didn't poison Mo Yu either..."
Yan Xiaoyu squinted at him and said pleadingly, "Then give me the real black jade, okay?"
Yun Ziyou shook his head, "In the future, I will definitely give Mo Yu to you if I have the opportunity."
"When will it be in the future?" Yan Xiaoyu frowned, feeling that what he said was very unreliable.
Yun Ziyou turned around, looked at Yan Xiaoyu calmly, and said seriously, "When I die..."
Yan Xiaoyu gritted her teeth and wanted to slap his ridiculously beautiful face, but she was afraid of being slapped by him, so she endured it and said with a smile, "When will you die?"
Yun Ziyou thought for a moment and said seriously, "When you die, I will die!"
He was telling the truth. There was a blood sacrifice on them. When she died, he would indeed die...
Yan Xiaoyu was so angry that she stood up and panted and walked out of the cave. She must find a way to untie this damn blood sacrifice. Then she asked Aya to snatch Mo Yu directly from Yun Ziyou.
Who said that?
Violence is the only effective way to solve problems!
In the East Palace, Xiao Ninglan narrowed his eyes and took care of the wound on his shoulder. The candle shadow in the palace lantern shook. He put down the medicine in his hand and said coldly, "Yifang, come out."
A gust of fragrant wind came suddenly. Wei Yifang stood in front of Xiao Ninglan gracefully. She wore a phoenix hairpin on her head. Six phoenix feathers were inserted diagonally into the bun on both sides. There were gold spikes in the middle of the phoenix hairpin.
Below the fringe is a black gauze, which is connected with the black brocade clothes on the body. The whole delicate face is shrouded in black, which is mysterious yet beautiful and thrilling.
This woman seems to be born for darkness. Her plump red lips opened slightly, and her voice came through the clouds, "Why do you all like to be close to Yan Xiaoyu?"