After marrying a sickly and powerful official, Jiaojiao cries every day

The night wind was howling, the shadows of the trees were swaying, and the shadows cast on the ground were complex and intertwined, with a hint of ferociousness.

Wen Ranyan wandered and leaped among the woods with a light and agile body.

She fluttered in her red dress, like a magical butterfly alighting in the woods, with a kind of hazy beauty.

When they reached the deepest part of the forest, Wen Ranyan paused slightly and suddenly landed on a tall branch of an ancient tree.

The wind blows, and the rustling of grass and trees can be heard.

Wen Ranyan looked behind him suddenly, but all he saw was endless darkness and nothing else.

But she clearly had the feeling that she was being followed. Could it be that she was too sensitive?

Wen Ranyan withdrew his gaze, but once the seed of doubt was planted, it would penetrate deep into the bone marrow and grow wildly.

She lowered her eyes, a gleam of confusion flashed in her eyes, and in a moment, she suddenly quickened her pace, and suddenly she was as fast as lightning and as swift as the wind.

Then, the rustling sound of the surrounding trees became faster and a little harsh.

A cold light flashed across Wen Ranyan's eyes, and suddenly, his pace slowed down a little.

At that moment, the rustling of the trees became almost steady and much more pleasant than before.

Wen Ranyan sneered, and the coldness in her eyes became even stronger. Her feeling was right, she was indeed being followed.

When she walked fast, the people behind her also walked fast. When she walked slowly, the people behind her also slowed down.

The two of them always kept the same pace, just like a cat playing with a mouse, being patient and grinding the other person's spirit.

"Who?"

Wen Ranyan stood on a high branch, and his cold shout accompanied by powerful energy spread throughout the mountains and forests, giving off a strong sense of oppression.

After the sound, there was deep and dead silence.

Wen Ranyan frowned slightly and looked around the forest again.

The towering ancient trees blocked the sky, and sparse white moon frost fell in. The jasmine flowers entwined around the mountain walls exuded fragrance in the wind, and their sparse branches swayed.

And in the snow-whiteness of the flowers, a faint flame came into view——

It was as if someone was standing there with a light, deliberately watching her.

"Pretend to be a ghost."

Wen Ranyan sneered, and the poisonous thread on his wrist suddenly flew towards the direction of the light and fire. Wherever it passed, the wind hissed, the grass and trees were broken, and the murderous intent shocked everyone.

"Qianglang——"

A cold silver light flashed by, and the long sword was unsheathed, as if it had the power to tear through the long wind.

The wandering poisonous thread was fiercely blocked by the sword edge, and instantly lost its previous murderous sharpness. After a moment, it was bounced back.

Wen Ranyan spun his feet, and in a moment, he avoided the sword energy that was spreading from all directions.

In the dark night, Wen Ranyan turned her hand over, and the poisonous thread on her wrist suddenly turned into a sharp weapon and attacked in the same direction again.

In an instant, smoke and dust rose, strong winds whistled, and the collision of weapons produced dazzling flames.

The man who came was an expert, but he didn't have any murderous intent at all, which was really strange.

Wen Ranyan frowned, and suddenly an absurd guess came to his mind. Such wonderful body movements and such sharp sword energy, could it be Feng Qiwu?

But he had clearly fainted and shouldn't wake up so soon.

In the dark and gloomy forest, the rustling wind blew away a corner of the tree shadows, and in an instant, a piece of dazzling red clothing was revealed.

The faster the wind blew, the more clearly Feng Qiwu's slender figure became visible under the moonlight.

He was standing among the interlaced shadows of the trees, holding a sharp sword in his hand, his dazzling red robe draped lazily over his shoulders, his plain white shirt slightly open at the collar, looking lazy and weird.

Wen Ranyan's calm heart suddenly froze.

It's really Feng Qiwu.

Was the poison she made expired? Did he wake up now?

Under the moonlight, Feng Qiwu's face was like the most brilliant stroke on a mural. The bright mountains and rivers all pale in comparison to him. At this moment, the corners of his lips were raised, and he was looking at Wen Ranyan with a half-smile.

Eyes facing each other.

Wen Ranyan raised her red lips and spoke nonchalantly, "Is it because my poison is no longer effective that you woke up so soon?"

Feng Qiwu stared at her, the storm in his eyes was fierce and turbulent, but his voice was full of smiles: "The poison is very strong, but I used my internal energy to hold my breath beforehand."

Wen Ranyan understood, and suddenly looked back and asked, "Are you the only one here?"

Feng Qiwu remained silent, which was regarded as his agreement.

"You are so brave to come here alone."

Wen Ranyan's eyes darkened slightly, and there was a strange smile in her eyes that couldn't be dispelled.

If Feng Qiwu came after her alone, she wouldn't be so scared.

What she was afraid of was Feng Qiwu's 100,000 cavalrymen, because there were too many of them and they would be difficult to deal with. But now he was alone, so it would be easy to deal with him.

Feng Qiwu's eyes were scorching: "One person is enough."

Wen Ranyan smiled but said nothing.

She couldn't help but look behind her. A few meters away was the poisonous forest in the Miao territory. As long as she entered the poisonous forest, she would be able to leave Feng Qiwu far behind.

She is good at using poison and detoxifying, but Feng Qiwu is not like that.

Once his mortal body comes into contact with the poison of the poisonous forest, without an antidote, his life will be taken in an instant. Even if he is lucky enough to survive, Yang Xuelian will be the first one to not let him go.

Does he dare to enter the poisonous forest?

Wen Ran was sure that Feng Qiwu would not take the risk, so he stepped lightly and plunged into the poisonous forest.

The moon was casting heavy shadows, the air was filled with miasma, and the moving shadows of the trees looked like ferocious ghosts that seemed to want to eat people.

Feng Qiwu jumped in without saying a word.

He knew that this was the poisonous forest in Miaojiang, and he also knew that he would die without the antidote. He also knew that Yang Xuelian was also watching him in the dark. He knew it clearly, but he still had to gamble on a one in ten thousand chance.

I bet Wen Ranyan will not watch him die.

Feng Qiwu walked with his hands behind his back in the forest filled with poisonous gas.

He walked steadily, as if he was strolling in a garden, as if what was floating around him was not poisonous miasma, but wisps of fairy air.

Wen Ranyan sat on a high place, eating the red fruit slowly, but her brows couldn't help but furrowed a little.

Is he sick?

After a while, Feng Qiwu's face turned pale. The poison had entered his heart and lungs. He seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and even his breathing became stagnant.

This poison is indeed vicious.

Feng Qiwu used his internal energy to force out some of the poison, even though it was just a drop in the bucket, and even though the pain invaded his limbs and bones, he still had no intention of retreating.

He straightened his back and went deeper and deeper, but his breathing became heavier.

"Boom-"

at last.

Feng Qiwu's spine softened and the sword in his hand fell to the ground.

The poison was more powerful than he had imagined. In addition to the pain, many phantoms appeared before his eyes, giving him a splitting headache and bloodshot eyes.

The poison had already entered his internal organs, and Feng Qiwu felt as if he was about to die.

Yeah.

If he died, she would be free.

She must be very happy.

Although he thought so, he still looked around stubbornly, his eyes burning.

"jingle--"

In a trance, the crisp sound of the golden bell, accompanied by a helpless sigh, entered my ears.

"Feng Qiwu, how can you be so crazy?"

Wen Ranyan walked under the moonlight, her red dress dancing in the wind. The golden bells all over her body seemed to be ringing a melody, so beautiful that Feng Qiwu's heart beat violently.

The poisonous forest is extremely dark, but she can dispel all the darkness like a god descending.

Feng Qiwu raised his head and stared at her intently. There seemed to be a stream of emotions brewing in his dark eyes, strange and crazy.

"Take the antidote and you can go." Wen Ranyan leaned over, took out an antidote and fed it to his mouth.

Feng Qiwu opened his thin lips slightly and suddenly grabbed her wrist.

"Click——"

Wen Ranyan wanted to pull her hand back, but suddenly she felt a piercing chill on her wrist.

It seems like being restrained by something.