The ally leader's stand-in is gone

It had just rained in Xianmeng, and He Zhouyue quietly looked at Fang Yan through a handful of irregular water beaches.

The torment of his meridians being cold and hot has not yet dissipated, and after traveling for a long time, in fact, his perception is a little dull now, and he can't even understand Fang Yan's meaning for a while.

When the cool evening wind blew across his face, it coincided with a surge of chill in the meridians, which brought him back to reality from the trance.

He asked as calmly as possible, "You suspect it's me?"

Fang Yan's eyes were dark and dark: "I'm asking, where did you go?"

That strange feeling struck again.

In addition to the strangeness, He Zhouyue also felt an incomprehensible absurdity in the constant pain.

He Zhouyue said dryly, "I went to do some private matters."

Fang Yan: "What private matter?"

He Zhouyue: "Fang Yan!"

The slightly raised volume made both of them wake up.

Fang Yan raised his hand, He Da had no choice but to lead all his servants back out unwillingly.

When there were only the two of them left in the courtyard, Fang Yan said indifferently: "He Xiting failed to form the alchemy, grabbed my hand before he fell into a coma, and only said two words, 'Brother.'"

Fang Yan: "Xianmeng is heavily guarded, Day and Moon, I have given you the highest authority except me."

He Zhouyue finally understood the reason for today's incident, but he really hadn't participated in He Xiting's matter at all.

He shook his head and said, "It's not me. If I want to touch He Xiting, a fusion monk won't be able to live today."

It's okay to not move, but I feel a little dizzy when I move.

He Zhouyue clenched her right hand hidden in her sleeve into a fist, thinking whether to condense a sword energy to make herself more awake.

Before he could make a decision, Fang Yan suddenly said, "Where did your injuries come from?"

He Zhouyue subconsciously wanted to caress the pendant hanging on her chest, but she forcibly stopped when she raised her hand halfway.

Yuan Sorrow is obsessed with retiring from the world, he cannot betray his master.

What's more, he was banned, even if he wanted to say it, he couldn't say it.

Seeing He Zhouyue standing there silently, not knowing what he suffered this time, his face was pale and crumbling, even so, he still refused to utter a single word, his eyes flickered many times under his messy forehead, nothing happened. Dare to look at him, both fragile and stubborn.

For no reason, Fang Yan felt a sense of boredom that had nothing to do with He Xiting.

Fang Yan: "After going for many days, I didn't even think of an excuse, okay?"

He Zhouyue: "I thought you would believe me."

Another gust of cool wind passed across the wide gap in front of the two of them as if they were fleeing, and bumped into the phoenix tree in the corner in a panic, and the branches and leaves rustled.

There will be no result if this stalemate continues.

Fang Yan glanced at He Zhouyue's blood-stained lips, and felt even more depressed. With a wave of his big hand, the small pool of water on the ground turned into a transparent barrier, instantly surrounding the entire bedroom.

"Before you think it through, just recuperate here."

The Chongluan Palace was originally colder than other places, and after a few small servants were removed, only He Zhouyue's half-dead popularity was left.

He Zhouyue had just finished a breath adjustment session, and was sitting on the couch staring at an ever-burning lamp without focus.

Up to now, he still doesn't have much real feeling.

On the way back, he thought for a long time how to explain to Fang Yan the disappearance of the past few days, and the cultivation base of the Nascent Soul.

He didn't want to lie to Fang Yan, but he couldn't tell the truth either.

He thought that Fang Yan would understand his embarrassment, but he didn't expect that when the two met, they would cause such trouble because of He Xiting.

To put it mildly, it means recuperating, but to put it bluntly, it means house arrest.

He said in front of his master that he had mutual affection with Fang Yan, but he was put under house arrest as soon as he came back. It was ridiculous and ridiculous. If the head of the criminal department knew about it, he might be so angry that he would come to the Xianmeng to chase him down so that he could be killed. Don't embarrass Yuan Yu.

He Zhouyue looked away from the lights.

All the furniture and furnishings in the hall are all made by famous masters, all of which suit his personality, simple and clean, extravagant and not vulgar.

The conversation he overheard that day in front of the warehouse came to his mind.

"Immortal Qingji doesn't even have a decent place to live in the He family. It's the leader's kindness that allowed him to live in the alliance. He really regards himself as the leader's Taoist companion, and he is so cold and arrogant all day long."

He did regard himself as Fang Yan's Taoist companion, but now it seems that Fang Yan may not necessarily think so...

Who would be so indiscriminate and put his Taoist companion under house arrest for the sake of others?

He Zhouyue stayed alone in Chongluan Palace for three days.

During these three days, Fang Yan didn't send anyone to visit him, let alone care about his injuries.

Fortunately, he has a good foundation, and the zhenqi injected into him by the master, as well as the cloud bank beads given to him, although he is not as good as before after cultivation, at least he has stabilized the realm of Yuanying, and he can move freely.

In the early morning of the fourth day, just as He Zhouyue exhaled a foul breath, he noticed that someone was trying to dismantle the enchantment of the Luan Palace.

dismantle?

He Zhouyue walked outside, but saw that the person who came was his friend, Wen Shiqi.

The yellow robe, with pearly satin surface, really looks like the young son of a nobleman in the world, but the delicate face and facial features are all exerting force, and they are about to twist into a ball.

As soon as Wen Qiqi saw He Zhouyue, he yelled: "My ancestor, what are you doing so leisurely, quickly smash this broken barrier with me."

He Zhouyue was dazzled by Wen Shiqi's glittering golden ornaments, and after gathering his composure, he asked, "Did something happen?"

"Your cheap brother has woken up!" Wen Shiqi said, "But demon blood was found in his body, and the demon blood cannot be removed, and his cultivation level can no longer improve. Now Fang Yan and your father are thinking about forcing you to exchange blood for He Xiting!"

Wen Shiqi hid a huge amount of information in just one sentence, which hit He Zhouyue so hard that he didn't know where to pay attention.

Even in the battle between immortals and demons hundreds of years ago, the demon race never entered the world. How could there be demon blood in He Xiting's body?

Fang Yan and his father still want him to exchange blood for He Xiting?

He said, "What's going on?"

Wen Shishi rolled his eyes: "I just wanted to find you, but I heard that stupid He Si...I mean your father was sneaking and telling his subordinates about this, so I knew you were locked up. I don't know the specifics."

Wen Shiqi: "Don't dawdle, Fang Yan is here and the two of us together can't beat it. I think this enchantment is made casually, and it's not very strong. We might be able to break it if we work hard together!"

He Zhouyue reached out and pressed the barrier.

As Wen Shiqi said, Fang Yan made this enchantment casually. If he and Wen Shiqi joined hands in the past, it would take some effort to make a gap.

But now...

He Zhouyue put his hand back to his side: "Go quickly, you can tear down Fang Yan's enchantment, he can feel it, and when he comes, you won't be able to leave."

Wen Shiqi: "Then why are you talking nonsense, hurry up and help!"

Seeing He Zhouyue's delay in moving, Wen Shiqi's expression immediately changed, as if he was looking at a fool: "You don't want to exchange blood for He Xiting, do you?!"

He Zhouyue's voice was gentle: "My cultivation base has fallen to Nascent Soul."

The rising sun lifts the last smear of darkness in the sky, and the golden light shines on He Zhouyue's face, which is neither sad nor happy, like a beautiful lifeless doll.

Wen Shiqi, who had always been indifferent, also became serious: "Who did it..."

He Zhouyue had experienced the power of Wen Shiqi's mouth, and was afraid that the other party would say some insulting words, so she hurriedly said: "I voluntarily, I can't go into details, and I voluntarily imposed a restraint, so I can't say anything."

Wen Shiqi wanted to ask again, but the two sensed something at the same time, and they both looked at the palace gate.

Not long after, He Si and a few disciples wearing Xianmeng disciple uniforms walked in.

In fact, He Si is a somewhat elegant monk to the outside world, but he always has a bad face towards He Zhouyue.

But now, there was a smile on that always bored face.

The disciple walking in front held out Fang Yan's token, a white light flashed, and the enchantment that had troubled He Zhouyue and Wen Shiqi disappeared instantly.

The disciple lowered his eyebrows and was pleasing to the eye: "The lord explained that the Chongluan Palace is deserted and not suitable for Qingji Xianjun to recuperate. He also specially sent a doctor to treat the Xianjun's injuries."

If it is said that Fang Yan had a little fantasy just now, when He Zhouyue saw the token that could untie the barrier, He Zhouyue's heart completely cooled down, and his whole body felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

he thought dully.

Isn't he and Fang Yan in an equal relationship?

Why did Fang Yan tell him that he was under house arrest, and he didn't care about him for a few days after knowing that he was injured, and now he needs someone to replace He Xiting and think of him again.

In Fang Yan's heart, what exactly is he...

He Sike said kindly: "I heard that you were injured, do you feel better now?"

He Zhouyue tried hard to find her voice: "If you want me to help He Xiting, then you don't need to waste your time, I don't want to."

He Si's expression twisted for a moment, and he quickly adjusted: "Riyue, Xiting is your younger brother."

He Zhouyue smiled and mocked: "When did he regard me as his own brother?"

When He Zhouyue first came down from the mountain, she also treated the He family sincerely. The He family went through life and death, and where the danger was, it was where it was going.

In the end, everything he did was for He Xiting to make a wedding dress.

He Si married a direct disciple of a certain orthodox immortal sect, and with the backing of the immortal alliance, he climbed into the upper class, glamorous and glamorous.

His son, who was born with a mortal woman when he was down and out, became a stain, and he couldn't throw it away because of his face. He Xiting was jealous of his talent, and he had a deep brotherhood with him in the open, but secretly pushed him away everywhere.

Now he wanted to use his blood to pave a grand road for He Xiting, but he didn't know where his face came from, it was thicker than the mountain protection formation of the Immortal League.

He Zhouyue glanced behind them.

I didn't see Fang Yan.

I don't know if he was accompanying He Xiting, or Fang Yan himself knew how outrageous it was and refused to come in person.

He Zhouyue's mind was in a state of confusion before he fully recovered from his injuries, and a burst of fishy sweetness suddenly gushed out of his throat.

He swallowed the blood, and said coldly: "Go back and tell Fang Yan that you don't need to waste your time on me."

He Si was about to leave after speaking, but He Si still refused to give up, Wen Shiqi took a step forward, and directly laid a half-human-high sword on He Si's way to chase He Zhouyue.

Wen Shishi looked contemptuously in his eyes: "Hurry up and go back to take care of your little son, and do more psychological care. In case you are not here, you can't think about it and hit the wall for a while, then don't come and blame others."