The black moonlight brother dressed as the male protagonist

Fang Lian'er's face turned pale in an instant, and she rushed up to grab the silver needle in Gan Ting's hand.

However, the girl's family was a head shorter than Gan Ting's, and she couldn't reach her when she jumped up. After trying for a long time, she gave up. "General Sun is a god-like figure, how could he accept me as a concubine?"

"Then where did you get this needle?" Gan Ting's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, examining her.

Fang Lian'er lowered her eyes, "I picked it up..."

"If you don't tell me about it, I don't want to ask too much, but Sun Wanjing, Miss Sun's family, has no grievances with you. Why did you curse her?"

There was a trace of anger in Gan Ting's words, and Fang Lian'er took a few steps back in shock from his questioning.

But only for a moment, Fang Lian'er raised her head and said indignantly: "She stole my hairpin and refused to return it to me. I will take mine back. Is there any problem?"

"Stole your hairpin?" Fang Cun frowned displeased, recalling the pearls and emeralds on Sun Wanjing's hair when she was a phoenix crown, and asked, "Which one?"

I don't know that Fang Cun's expression was too serious, which frightened Fang Lian'er, "A grape hairpin..."

"There is a restriction on that hairpin, as long as I touch it....."

Fang Lian'er stretched out her hand, a slender hand full of bloody cracks, some new and some old, it could be seen that she had tried many times but failed.

Fang Cun looked at the scar on her hand, "You said that hairpin is yours?"

Fang Lianer nodded, "Of course."

"Since it's yours, why would it hurt you when you put it on someone else's head?"

Fang Lian'er was speechless after being questioned.

Coincidentally, Fangcun doesn't have many gadgets in his collection, most of them are ornaments like Pixiu. Only this old hairpin, the old lady said he likes it very much, so Fangcun didn't sell it and gave it to her. As for the original owner of this hairpin is Who, the size does not know.

"Okay, I'll bring it to you."

Fang Lian'er hurriedly stepped forward upon hearing the words, "Really?"

Fang Cun readily agreed, "As long as you undo the spell on Miss Sun, I'll give it to you."

"Okay, if you bring me that hairpin, I will wake up Sun Wanjing immediately."

"Let's go."

Fang Cun turned around to leave, but Fang Lian'er took another step forward.

"Silver needle." Fang Lian'er said softly, "Give it back to me..."

Fang Cun looked at Gan Ting, took the silver needle back from his hand, and handed it to Fang Lian'er, before Gan Ting could say anything, he dragged him away.

When the two left the treasure house, Gan Ting unceremoniously shook his hand away, "Fang Lian'er's spiritual power is not high, if you need to rescue Miss Sun, I can tie her up for you."

Fang Cun clicked his tongue, "Impulsive, impulsive, all she wants is the hairpin, just give it to her."

Gan Ting said with disgust: "Who said before that the person who cast the curse should be beaten until the curse is lifted?"

Fang Cun scratched his head in embarrassment, "Then I didn't expect it to be a girl..."

Gan Ting gave him a sideways glance, ignored him and strode forward, Fang Cun followed closely behind him.

Back in the boudoir, Chi Xiu was still guarding the sleeping Sun Wanjing. Seeing them coming back, he frowned and asked, "Aren't you looking for the person who cast the curse? Why are you back?"

"Take something."

Fang Cun went straight to Sun Wanjing's bed, and a gold hairpin of grape silk was stuck in her black hair.

Before he could touch it, the hairpin emitted a blazing light that forced Fang Cun straight back.

"Strange? Why are there restrictions?" Fang Cun took a step back and pushed Gan Ting up, "Try it."

Before Gan Ting could react, he almost jumped at the sleeping Sun Wanjing after being pushed by him.

Just when everyone panicked and thought that Gan Ting was going to crush Sun Wanjing, the golden hairpin suddenly emitted a strong light and knocked Gan Ting back.

Fortunately, Fang Cun hugged Gan Ting's waist with quick eyes and hands, so that our noble hero would not fall to the ground in embarrassment.

But the hero didn't appreciate it, and pushed Fang Cun away in disgust.

Gan Ting gritted his teeth, "Do you want to die?"

"Accident, accident." Fang Cun raised his hand and begged for mercy with a smile, then quickly changed the subject, "Chi Xiu, you can try it too."

Chi Xiu glanced at them speechlessly, and raised his hand to approach the golden hairpin. As expected, another ray of light stopped him.

Fang Cun stroked his chin and looked at it, "Strange, I remember that I used to play with this hairpin and it's fine..."

"That's because it's been too long, and the spirit in the hairpin has fallen asleep, but it wakes up here."

Chi Xiu explained, but both Fang Cun and Gan Ting looked like scumbags who didn't understand.

Chi Xiu had no choice but to explain again: "This hairpin is made of the feathers of the phoenix. The phoenix has a spirit. Even if it dies, it will protect the peace of the world and the peace of the owner. If the owner is not awake, it will always guard it."

Fang Cun understood now, "Then you mean you can't do anything with this hairpin?"

Chi Xiu nodded, "You have to tie the bell to untie it. Maybe you have to ask General Sun Qiong about everything."

"I can't find it. If I do, the Tiangong people will find Gan Ting and they will arrest him and take him back."

Fang Cun stood in front of Gan Ting with the appearance of protecting the calf, and Gan Ting's eyes that disliked the idiot almost glanced to the sky.

"I'm the only one they want to catch."

Everyone looked back after hearing the sound, Xu Zinian stepped in wearing a lavender shirt, and his hair was tied up with jade hairpins, very elegant.

Fang Cun took a deep breath, raised his hand to cover his chest, his heart beat faster and faster.

For a Yangou like Fang Cun, as long as Xu Zinian doesn't open his mouth, he really can't hold back once he sees it.

"cough!"

Gan Ting coughed heavily.

Fang Cun quickly withdrew his wretched eyes, no, this is the male protagonist, if he can't see it, something will happen.

Xu Zinian slowly walked in front of Gan Ting, "I hope Xiao Tianzun can find out who the owner of that needle is."

Gan Ting noticed the small luggage on Xu Zinian's back and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Whatever you want, the ends of the earth are my home, I will come back after the little Tianzun clears up my grievances."

"Ah Nian."

Gan Ting felt a little guilty, Xu Zinian smiled, "Maybe it's really me who got Xiao Tianzun into trouble."

Fang Cun watched them exchanging heartfelt enthusiasm, but Xu Zinian suddenly turned around and knelt down in front of him.

This frightened Fang Cun at a loss.

"Your Highness, please cast a spell and tell General Sun Qiong to come down to earth."

"Me?" Fang Cun pointed at himself, "It is said that General Sun Qiong is brave and mighty. If I pass him on, can he talk to me?"

Xu Zinian nodded and said, "Sun Qiong doesn't listen to the emperor's order, nor does he listen to the order of Tianzun. He can only follow His Highness's order. Even if His Highness summons, General Sun will definitely come to help."

'Is there such a weirdo? ....' But Fang Cun didn't think too much, and pulled Xu Zinian up from the ground, "Okay... how to cast a spell?"

Xu Zinian folded his fingers together, a faint blue light floated, slowly approaching Fang Cun's wrist.

This blue light is very strange, flowing on Fang Cun's wrist like a stream of water.

"Haha... Itchy." Fang Cun uncontrollably withdrew his hand, Xu Zinian had no choice but to hold it.

"Let me do it."

Gan Ting walked in, Xu Zinian also stopped casting spells, Fang Cun finally breathed a sigh of relief, his wrist was grabbed again.

This was not as gentle as Xu Zinian's, and every inch of bone he pinched would be broken.

Fang Cun's face twisted in pain, "Gan Ting, your uncle, if I owe you money, just tell me."

"To shut up."

Gan Ting held his wrist tightly, and the powerful spiritual power was poured into Fang Cun's body bit by bit.

Just when Fang Cun was suffering, a small paper crane appeared, fluttered its wings and hung on Fang Cun's hand, and then flew away with a flutter.

Fang Cun looked at the flying path of the little paper crane, "It's so small, how long does it have to fly?"

"After casting the spell, the people in Tiangong will find out where we are soon." Xu Zinian solemnly bowed to Fang Cun.

"Thank you, Your Highness, for your help."

Fang Cun was still not used to Xu Zinian being so polite, so he helped him up.

Xu Zinian smiled and said, "There will be a time later."