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The secret room in Qilin Mountain.

Xiao Wang replied to Cen Yu dripping with cold sweat.

After hearing this, Cen Yu asked, "When will I go to Jiangnan? Why don't I know?"

Xiao Wang lowered his eyebrows and replied pleasingly: "The younger generation has not heard the relevant regulations, and I don't know where the monk heard about it."

Cen Yu smiled: "It's really strange, besides you, there are other scum in Jianzong?"

Xiao Wang lowered his head again, not daring to respond.

A smile flashed in Cen Yu's eyes: "You go back first."

Xiao Wang gritted his teeth and asked, "Really, what's the antidote?"

Cen Yu stood up: "Why are you in a hurry, isn't it time yet? Afraid that I can lie to you?"

Xiao Wang hurriedly lowered his head: "Don't dare—then the junior will leave first."

Cen Yu nodded, just as Xiao Wang turned around, Cen Yu threw out a burst of fierce sword energy, and the people in front of him were decapitated before they even had time to scream.

Cen Yu smiled: "What antidote do you want, anyway, you won't survive today."

After speaking, he walked to the body of the tragic death, and shook out some gray powder from his sleeve. Once the body was covered with powder, it disappeared without a trace even with blood.

Cen Yu looked at the clean ground and praised: "The things in Nanjiang are quite useful."

Shaking his sleeves, another Xiao Wang seemed to appear.

"Xiao Wang" sized himself up and nodded with satisfaction: "It's not bad—see what you guys are going to do."

In a flash, Jiang Lizhou and Jiang Lizhou have been together for more than half a month. It doesn't matter if Lin Qinghe doesn't eat or sleep, but Jiang Lizhou can't do it, and the effectiveness of Qingping San has not diminished but increased during this period of time. Internal force, the backlash is more serious than at the beginning.

Lin Qinghe was anxious, because he was somewhat guilty about the matter of spiritual consciousness, so he quietly sent a letter to Xia Wu, and he received a reply within two days, saying that if the remaining poison is not clear within a month, no matter how strange the medicine is It is in vain.

Jiang Lizhou knew right away that he was going to stay for a long time, so he reserved a room in a slightly remote inn. The mystery was not discussed a few words, but his physical condition was getting worse and worse, and the time of coma was getting longer, and the medicine he brought was painful. It's still bitter, but it doesn't see any effect.

Lin Qinghe had just returned after receiving Xia Wu's letter. Seeing that he was awake, he hurried to help him: "Are you hungry?"

Jiang Lizhou was groggy all over, and looked up at him: "Otherwise, cook another medicine, I can't stand the lack of strength."

Lin Qinghe leaned over to kiss him, took a breath of spiritual energy and said, "Don't drink it now, think of other ways."

Jiang Lizhou got up and said, "When we went to the ferry two days ago, I remembered the first two riddles left by Bai Xiaosheng. The curtain was slightly wet, and the wine glass was tilted."

Lin Qinghua was in a mess, and went to rub his hair: "So?"

Jiang Lizhou slowly adjusted his breath, and said: "When we were at the ferry, the boatman taught the children a lesson, saying that the water vapor on the water would wet the clothes."

Lin Qinghe saw that his complexion had improved a bit, and then said: "So maybe it has something to do with the boat?"

Lin Qinghe thought about it again, and said, "There are two more sentences, the southeast side, it feels more like talking about the sea."

Jiang Lizhou nodded: "Boat, Hai, what exactly is he trying to say?"

Suddenly someone knocked on the door, Lin Qinghe lowered his head and kissed his forehead: "I'll go and see."

Opening the door, it was Cang Jin who came.

Lin Qinghe immediately blocked her at the door vigilantly: "Are you healed?"

Cang Jin smiled: "It's been a long time ago, that girl Tusi insisted on letting me lie down for a few days, and I'm not a mortal—you two, what are you doing?"

Lin Qinghe turned around and closed the door, sighing: "The effects of Qingping San are getting worse, and taking medicine is useless."

Cang Jin tugged at his cuffs: "I'll bring you something."

As he spoke, a section of crystal clear misty blue antlers appeared out of nowhere, as if there was still a trace of immortality lingering.

Lin Qinghe was startled, hurried to cover up, and whispered: "What are you doing!"

Cang Jin had a smile on his face, but his eyes were filled with silence: "The consciousness you put in Houhai has been brought along with it, and it will return to its original owner."

Lin Qinghe lowered his eyes: "What about Houhai?"

Cang Jin turned her back: "That's my ethnic group, there's no reason to keep dominating his things. The injury from winning the hook battle has almost healed, and I still have this ability."

She said and turned around: "How should you tell him about your broken horns and soul fixation? Are you planning to keep it a secret for the rest of your life?"

Lin Qinghe's eyes flickered: "I didn't think about it... I dare not say it..."

Cang Jin smiled: "Anyway, it's your business, I sent the things back, as for the others, the choice is yours."

Lin Qinghe raised his hand to hide the antler, and took a few deep breaths before entering the house again.

Jiang Lizhou looked up at him: "Let's go to the library in Youzhou, maybe we can find something."

Lin Qinghe came over and asked him to lie down: "Let's go after dinner, it should be delivered later."

Jiang Lizhou nodded. He was also very worried about his current situation, and he always felt that his life was not long.

It can be regarded as a young and strong age, lying down like terminally ill all day long, and he can't feel comfortable in his heart. Even though Lin Qinghe came over with a breath of spiritual energy just now, he is like a dying dead tree, and he can only be refreshed for a while.

Jiang Lizhou looked up at him, thinking that if it was really hopeless, he had to figure out what happened in Youzhou City before he died.

Lin Qinghe saw that he was looking at him fixedly, and the last worry in his heart was shattered. He walked over and kissed his forehead lightly.

Jiang Lizhou only felt that there seemed to be ample spiritual energy permeating his limbs and bones, and he was startled: "What are you doing?"

Lin Qinghe shook his hand: "Don't worry, I didn't peel myself off."

Jiang Lizhou regained his senses from the horror just now, and felt that the aura was very familiar, so he reacted belatedly: "Is he thinking about it?"

Jiang Lizhou didn't care much about those incredible spiritual senses, but he could clearly feel that the sense of fatigue was getting weaker and weaker.

Lin Qinghe maintained the posture of holding him without moving for a long time, Jiang Lizhou patted his back comfortingly, only then realized that his clothes were wet with cold sweat.

Jiang Lizhou couldn't help sighing again, and said with a joke, "Why are you so scared? Am I not dead?"

Lin Qinghe raised his head, even the tip of his nose was covered with beads of sweat, the beads of sweat slid down from his forehead and hung on his eyelashes, his whole person looked pitiful and devastated.

Jiang Lizhou quietly let the spiritual energy in his body gradually accept and stabilize, and then raised his arms to hug him: "Okay, it's okay."

When the food was delivered, Jiang Lizhou's limbs regained strength, and he felt reborn.

Lin Qinghe still acted as if he had run away from home, setting out dishes for him like a cloth puppet, without even noticing that there was a bottle of wine in them.

Jiang Lizhou thought to himself: "I never saw dementia like this when I was a child. He wouldn't really strip me of his consciousness."

Jiang Lizhou raised his hand and waved in front of his eyes: "What are you thinking, sir?"

Lin Qinghe came back to his senses, sat down to pick up some food for him, and said with a smile, "No, let's eat."

Jiang Lizhou couldn't help but look at him, and seeing his absent-minded look, he deliberately clinked his glass with him.

Lin Qinghe looked up at him: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Lizhou smiled: "I just asked you if the prohibition on alcohol can be lifted. If you nodded, then I will not be polite."

Lin Qinghe frowned and grabbed his cup: "I don't have one!"

Jiang Lizhou ducked back: "Hey, why don't words count!"

Lin Qinghe didn't know whether he nodded or not, anyway, he was so frightened to death these two days, how could he let him drink now.

Jiang Lizhou hid behind with the glass, Lin Qinghe hurriedly reached out to snatch it, Jiang Lizhou took the opportunity to put the wine glass to his mouth: "I don't need to drink it, then help me taste it, what kind of wine is this?"

Before Lin Qinghe could react, the glass of wine was poured in.

Before he could speak, Jiang Lizhou leaned over and licked the corner of his lips, and said with a smile, "It's quite fragrant wine, why are you still drunk?"

Lin Qinghe's face turned red, and he couldn't say a word: "Why, why do you still..."

Jiang Lizhou pressed down to kiss him, Lin Qinghe fell back uncontrollably, the kiss was so emotional that even his clothes were torn into a mess.

Jiang Lizhou reached into his underwear and touched his waist, Lin Qinghe trembled instantly.

Lin Qinghe couldn't help but backed away, and fell down on the bed.

Lin Qinghe pressed his hand, turned his head and said, "Don't..."

Jiang Lizhou smiled and went to suck his earlobe, Lin Qinghe trembled again.

That hand fumbled around restlessly, and then pulled the hem of his inner coat. Lin Qinghe was startled suddenly, turned over and held down his hand.

Jiang Lizhou's evil hand was suppressed, and he laughed: "What's the matter? Or you can touch me."

Lin Qinghe lay on top of him with a whimper, and said in a low voice, "Not now..."

Seeing him clutching his clothes tightly, Jiang Lizhou didn't know why, and wondered why he still looked like a big girl.

Lin Qinghe kissed his face apologetically, her eyes were red.

Jiang Lizhou hurriedly stood up and kissed his eyes, comforting him: "I was too much, don't cry, let go first."

Only then did Lin Qinghe let go of the hands that restrained him, and buried him in the hollow of his shoulders, not daring to lift his face.

Jiang Lizhou sighed inwardly, raised his arms to hug him, and stroked his back: "Are you angry?"

Lin Qinghe shook his head gently without looking up.

Jiang Lizhou breathed a sigh of relief, originally to give him a reassurance, but this almost made him cry.

What are you doing.

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