my villain is too cute

Chapter 816 Are You My Patriarch (3)

The woman sat cross-legged on the bed with her back against the wall, her slender figure wrapped in a white Taoist robe, and the overcoat embroidered with complicated runes was scattered on the bed.

The eyebrows are picturesque, the facial features are exquisite, the wooden hairpin is holding a black hair hanging behind her back, her posture is cold, like a banished fairy.

The flickering orange candlelight was overshadowed by her eyes as indifferent as ice and snow.

When Luan Zhaohua came in, he saw this picture. He paused, bent over and approached. He stood beside the bed, bowing his head respectfully.

"Ancestor."

Luan Zhaohua was a middle-aged man who looked about forty. He was dressed in a straight suit, with a stern face and a natural aura of superiority.

Han Jin rolled her eyes, and said in a cold voice, "What's the matter?" She glanced over Luan Zhaohua, and paused on the small bowl in his hand.

There is blood in it.

Worry flashed deep in Luan Zhaohua's eyes, and he said resolutely, "Ancestor, the younger generation knows that you don't want to, but if you don't absorb power, your soul and body may collapse, and even the weakest grieving ghost can hurt you." You are Zhao Hua who is not filial, but I still hope that the ancestors will think more about the Luan family." He said, bent down straight, and passed the bowl in his hand forward.

Luan Zhaohua is the only patriarch who has shown respect to the original owner in the past 700 years. In fact, as long as the bowl of blood is poured into the formation, and the formation is running, it will automatically become the power of the original owner through the soul lock chain.

But Luan Zhaohua had never done this before, he was very smart, and it was because of this that the original owner let Luan Zhaohua teach the descendants of the Luan family.

The original owner was talented, not only proficient in all the formations and talismans that the celestial masters should know, but even created it himself. This was the reason why Patriarch Luan trapped the original owner 700 years ago, and it was also the benefit that the Patriarchs of all dynasties wanted to get.

Han Jin shook his head lightly, "No, I'm fine."

"How can this be all right..." Luan Zhaohua frowned, and when he raised his head, he realized that this ancestor was different from usual.

He was taken aback, "Old Ancestor, you..." He stopped talking in time, and didn't ask any more questions. If he asked too many questions, he would be annoyed for no reason.

Luan Zhaohua looked at the broken chain on the bed, collected himself, and couldn't hide the joy on his face, "Now that the ancestor can leave here, then I will arrange a yard for you."

"Yeah." Han Jin nodded, and said in a soft voice, "It needs to be a quieter place, and no ghosts can come in."

Luan Zhaohua was taken aback for a moment, and after feeling it carefully, he realized that there was a strange aura. He bowed his head respectfully, "Yes."

Now this place is under Zangshu Pavilion. At first, there was not much security. There would often be lonely ghosts wandering over. The original owner was alone, so he didn't mind this.

After Luan Zhaohua left, Luan Yu appeared from the side. He looked up at Han Jin with his small face, "Can I follow the ancestor?"

Han Jin drooped his brows and eyes, and his ink-stained eyes showed no emotion. Luan Yu pursed his lips, "The ancestor promised me that he would teach me how to practice."

Han Jin folded his arms around his chest and closed his eyes again, "Whatever."

Luan Yu, who was lying on the bedside, drew a stiff curve on her lips, unable to express her happiness at all.
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Luan Zhaohua attached great importance to this ancestor, but the next day, Han Jin moved into an elegant and quiet courtyard.

Walking along, it is a winding and quiet path, and no one is encountered along the way, so it can be seen that it is indeed extremely clean.

Han Jin was sitting on a stone bench in the yard, his bony hands were like finely carved and flawless jade, caressing the radiant glass, which gleamed finely in the bright sunlight.

If it weren't for the absence of shadows underground, it's really hard to tell that this is not a human being.

(End of this chapter)