It's not good! All the male protagonists are in love with me

The Song family naturally went after them.

Lan Qingya took Song Jin and Song Yanche away without attracting anyone's attention.

Ying Zhao met them a hundred miles away from Song's house.

The young man's handsome eyes showed displeasure, mist rolled, and he transformed into his original form.

"I'll pick you up."

Lan Qingya shook her head: "No, you are a divine beast, not everyone can ride you."

Ying Zhao gave her an ambiguous look and turned back into human form.

"Then I'll carry him."

The two tried for a long time, but the unconscious Song Yanche had his arms tightly around Lan Qingya's neck and could not be pried open at all.

Lan Qingya said resignedly, "Forget it, he's not that serious, let's go. We might be discovered soon."

The four of them flew into the clouds and hurried on their journey.

After returning to Yalan Peak, Ying Zhao went to Piaomiao Garden to report.

Song Yanche was settled in the guest room of Lan Qingya's bedroom. Song Jin thanked him repeatedly and stayed with their young master all the time.

Lan Qingya checked Song Yanche's injuries. His meridians were blocked and he couldn't use his spiritual power to save himself.

Lan Qingya told Song Jin to get some hot water and wipe his body and face.

The stain faded away, revealing Zhang Xuanran's handsome face.

Seeing that Song Jin had finished his work, she asked him to go out and wait.

The spiritual power entered his body, but seemed to be blocked by some force.

Lan Qingya frowned in surprise and tried again, but still failed to break the seal.

He is resisting.

Lan Qingya had no choice but to wait for him to regain consciousness before breaking the seal.

She sat beside the bed and used spiritual power from her hands to heal him.

At this time, Song Yanche frowned and muttered something unconsciously.

Lan Qingya couldn't hear clearly and could only lean closer.

"Ache, what did you say?"

Song Yanche suddenly grabbed her wrist, brought her to the bed and hugged her.

Lan Qingya was startled and subconsciously tried to break free, but his painful groan sounded in her ears.

She stopped struggling instantly and let him hold her.

He seemed uneasy and suffering from physical pain, and his arms were getting tighter and tighter.

Lan Qingya was choked by him and couldn't breathe. She raised her arm and gently stroked his back, saying softly, "It's okay, it's okay. You are safe."

Song Yanche rested his chin on her forehead and his breathing gradually calmed down.

When Lan Qingya raised her hand, his arm slid to her waist, holding her close to him.

Lan Qingya felt that this posture was extremely ambiguous and wanted to keep some distance from her out of embarrassment.

Song Yanche, however, held on tightly.

If you move a little too much, he will groan in pain.

There was no other way, she could only help him heal his wounds in this position.

The room was silent, with only the sound of gentle breathing and the circulation of spiritual energy.

An unknown amount of time had passed. Lan Qingya's eyelids began to twitch. She stopped moving and fell into a drowsy sleep.

Song Yanche, whose wounds had already begun to heal, suddenly opened his eyes and rubbed the hair on her forehead.

His arms were filled with the softness and warmth of jade, and he sighed inwardly, feeling indescribably satisfied.

Before going to report the news, Song Jin was still doubtful: "Sir, will your plan work? I think that fairy is very cold and will not help."

Song Yanche's eyes were deep: "Just do it."

Seeing how he tortured himself into this state, Song Jin went to Piao Miao Sect to report the news with trembling fear.

Song Yanche: Why not?

Qingya is a very soft-hearted person.

The more miserable he was, the softer she became.

This is how he has been going through life since he was a child, except that this time he added some ingredients himself, making it even more horrible. What’s the big deal?

If he could get her, he wouldn't even frown even if he was asked to kill himself.

What's more, he is not dead now, and he has found his sweetheart.

This deal is a huge profit.

Song Yanche felt the even breathing of the person in his arms, took a deep breath greedily, and closed his eyes again.

When Lan Qingya woke up, she found Song Yanche was still asleep.

The tension in his arms had relaxed.

She gently turned over and sat up, injecting her spiritual energy into his body to check.

It's okay now, it's just a matter of time before he wakes up.

After asking Song Jin to take good care of her, Lan Qingya flew to Piaomiao Garden.

In the study room of the main hall, Jun Moxiao was busy dealing with sect affairs.

Lan Qingya took out the pictures and arranged them on the ground.

The shapes of these swords are all very exquisite.

It was a bit difficult to make a choice for a while.

"What do you think?" She turned and looked at Ying Zhao beside her and asked.

"It's not me who uses it, so I don't think so."

Hey, this stubborn guy.

Lan Qingya rolled her eyes at him, her gaze wandering between the shapes of the swords.

She bent down and picked one up, her eyes sparkling.

The sword head has cloud patterns and snow-capped mountains carved into it, the sword eye is a hollow orchid, the hilt is decorated with her flying figure with fluttering sleeves, and below the hilt is engraved a wild and aggressive word "Jun".

It perfectly matched her imagination of a saber, and she liked it.

Jun Moxiao finally finished dealing with the last jade slip.

He walked up to her side and looked at the picture in her hand.

"Selected?"

Lan Qingya nodded and handed it over with a smile: "Master, this is good."

Jun Moxiao took it, glanced at it, and put the drawing away.

Looking at her eyes, Xiang Danqing's words echoed in his mind.

"Master, the result of the divination is that you will have a love tribulation in two hundred years. This love tribulation is of vital importance, and it is the last tribulation of your ascension."

"True Lord, do you need me to help you create this calamity?"

He automatically ignored Xiang Danqing's self-recommendation.

That love disaster, is it Alan?

If it were her, she would have come now.

If it weren't for her, he would have lowered his eyes.

Impossible, he wouldn't be attracted to anyone other than her.

He tried to figure it out, but gave up.

He has counted his fingers countless times over the years, but he still cannot figure out his own destiny.

The result of this divination was the conclusion drawn by Xiang Danqing after more than seventy years of calculation using the ancient deduction technique inherited from their family.

There is probably nothing wrong with it.

Jun Moxiao suppressed the urge to touch her cheek and said, "You can use it when you return from the Immortal Dao Conference."

"Is the Master going to retreat again?"

Jun Moxiao nodded and said, "I'll let Ying Zhao go with you to the Immortal Dao Conference."

Ying Zhao was about to accept the order, but Lan Qingya waved her hand and said, "No need. It's enough to have Senior Brother and I lead the team. Let Ying Zhao stay and accompany Master."

[That guy has a sour face every day and is always trying to quarrel with me. I don’t want to bring him along.]

Jun Moxiao said with a stern face: "Be obedient."

He is not accurate in calculating his own situation, but he is very accurate in calculating other things.

According to the hexagrams I read this morning, I'm afraid this Immortal Conference will not be peaceful.

With Ying Zhao by his side, he felt more at ease.

Lan Qingya nodded and reluctantly glanced at Ying Zhao, whose face had turned from cloudy to gloomy.

"When you come back, I have something to tell you."

[What is it? Can’t you tell me now? ]

She was suspicious but didn't ask.

The master knew what to do, so she didn't need to ask any more questions.

As soon as Lan Qingya and Ying Zhao came out of the main hall, Jun Moxiao set up restrictions. It seemed that he was going to start thinking about the magic weapon to be refined for Lan Qingya.