Jianghuke

Jiang Wuzhou completely turned cold.

"The reason why I didn't die was because Wu Zhou once gave me a heart-protecting pill. What happened to you today? Just said some inexplicable things."

"You guys don't know, that strange poison is a unique secret medicine created by Xuanniao, and there is no solution so far. Apart from the elixir of resurrection, I am afraid there is nothing that can save Zhong Qinghuan." Fang Huaiyuan finally showed his fox tail, " Mr. Jiang is good at changing appearances, and this pavilion master also pretended to be a decent person, and he cheated for three years, and I admire him."

When this statement came out, everyone was lost.

Jiang Wuzhou sighed, and felt that the timing was too coincidental, and said amusedly: "Create something out of nothing, confuse people with nonsense, Huaiyuan, even if you are the most beloved disciple of Sect Master Yao, I'm afraid you won't be able to be kind this time. If you return If you have anything to say, let’s wait until the dust-cleaning banquet five days later, when I will attend with Baiyi Wumian."

Fang Huaiyuan was confident: "If I made a mistake, I will let Feihua Pavilion handle it."

"I got it."

That night.

The oil lamp is like a bean, and the lonely figure is reflected on the wall.Fang Huaiyuan sat at the table, flipped through some books, and complained, "It's really long-winded."

There was another voice in the room, and responded: "Even the suzerain is not sure whether Zhong Qinghuan is really dead, how can you be so reckless! Five days later, if Jiang Wuzhou and Zhong Qinghuan really appeared at the same time, How will it end!?"

"What are you panicking about? If the pavilion master is real, then I will be kicked out at most, and I will wait for the Baiyun faction to come to the door to apologize in the future; Sit firmly, the Baiyun faction will take over the affairs of the pavilion temporarily. Most of this affairs will be handed over to you, and then Feihua Pavilion will become Xuanzong's possession?"

"...Then how sure are you?"

"According to what I found, there is a [-]% chance that Zhong Qinghuan is dead; there is also a [-]% possibility that even though Chung Qinghuan is not dead, he is unable to be the Pavilion Master anymore. Busy about this matter." Fang Huaiyuan smiled, "What do you think uncle asked me to come to Lingde Lake? He also thought so in his heart, and specially sent me here to test it out."

"That shouldn't be so straightforward, in front of so many people... Are you still worried about Wu Ning?"

Fang Huaiyuan's face darkened, and he snorted coldly: "Uncle refused to tell me who that person was, and told me not to provoke him, and forcibly recalled me to Xuanzong. No one will be dissatisfied with his busy schedule."

"That person is a pawn in the suzerain's hand. After finding out the whereabouts of the Qiankun Treasure Map, he will naturally not stay with Chidie. After that, you can play however you want."

"Who knows how long it will take." Fang Huaiyuan rolled his eyes, twiddled the pages of the book with two fingers, dreaming, his mind was full of Gu Miao—that pair of indifferent and beautiful eyes, his indifferent appearance that cannot be played with, and the vigor concealed by the red dress Thin waist, and the ruthless aura exuded when killing people, both of them made his heart flutter.

When I think of such a wonderful person crying and moaning under me, turning into a puddle of soft spring water, I feel the evil fire in my body rushing up uncontrollably.

He closed the pages of the book abruptly, and said, "I'm tired, I have nothing else to do, don't bother me."

The candle flickered slightly.

It was silent, and there was no second person.

Cen Xi was tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep.

He never expected that a big event would happen on the first day he came to Lingde Lake.Fortunately, the timing for that guy to expose Jiang Wuzhou was not so coincidental, just in time for him to come back with the antidote.

But even if there is an antidote, it will still take some time for Zhong Qinghuan to recover, what will happen in five days... Just as he was thinking wildly, suddenly there were three soft "duk tuk" sounds outside the door.

Cen Xi turned over and sat up in panic, half of his body was empty, he rolled out of the bed directly, and threw himself at Jiang Wuzhou's feet, falling solidly into the mud.

Jiang Wuzhou: "..."

He knelt down and said, "You look like this, I suddenly feel a little worried about leaving Qing Huan to your care."

Cen Xi got up in embarrassment, pulled his open collar, and argued: "I'm just here for the first time, and I'm a little nervous... You see, brother Chi is taken care of by me, he's alive and kicking."

"He's tough, it's different." Jiang Wuzhou said, "Besides, if you don't take good care of him, it has nothing to do with me. It's Gu Miao who will come to trouble you."

Cen Xi was speechless for a moment.

"Young master Jiang, you came to me at night, you didn't mean to hurt me with such a few words?"

"I'll take you to see Qing Huan."

"Now?"

"Yes, here."

Jiang Wuzhou raised his hand to turn the hangings on the wall. Under Cen Xi's dumbfounded gaze, a dark passage suddenly appeared on the wall, deep and dark, and he didn't know where it led.

"Put on more clothes." Jiang Wuzhou picked up the oil lamp, and kindly told him, "It's cold down here."

It is indeed cold.

The more you go down, the more you feel the biting chill, which is not much worse than the cold night.

"You...you put people in this kind of place?" He stammered, "This dead, dead people can freeze alive, ah, ahh!"

"So let you wear more."

"W-Is this a matter of how much to wear!? My wife is cold...Ah Choo!!"

A faint blue light suddenly appeared in front of him, and the cold air suddenly reached its peak, freezing even the bones in an instant.Before Cen Xidong passed out, Jiang Wuzhou said: "Here we are."

In front of the eyes is a small ice room, with several huge night pearls inlaid around it, and a snow-colored black ice coffin is placed in the middle, the coffin lid is half closed, as if someone will crawl out of it at any time.

At this moment, Cen Xi was quite calm, except that his face was a little purple from the cold, he didn't scream or crow, and asked, "You gave him the antidote?"

"Not yet." Jiang Wuzhou glanced at him, "I thought you would feel scared."

Cen Xi scratched his head: "This is much cleaner than the mass grave, it's pretty good."

Jiang Wuzhou: "..."

He walked to the edge of the Xuanbing coffin, took out the antidote from his bosom, fed it to Zong Qinghuan, and leaned over to carry him out of the coffin.Only then did Cen Xi see the man's appearance clearly, and was momentarily stunned.

His skin, which has not seen the sun for a long time, is pale and transparent, his white shirt hangs down, his eyebrows are picturesque, and his whole body is like a handful of fragile ice lotus, just lying quietly in Jiang Wuzhou's arms.

"What are you surprised about?"

"He...you..." Although it was very offensive, Cen Xi couldn't help but glanced again, and said incoherently, "Although the face is the same, but, but it's different everywhere."

But Jiang Wuzhou understood, smiled gently, and said: "Painting is hard to paint, I really can't learn ten forms. Let's go, there is a fork in the secret road that can lead to Qinglanyuan, where he usually lives."

The bedroom in Qinglanyuan was cleaned very clean, and the bedding was replaced with new ones.Jiang Wuzhou gently put him on the bed, covered him with the quilt, and said: "I will work hard for you in the next few days. Qing Huan has a bad temper, if he wakes up, you will send a dumb servant to find me immediately, you must quick."

"Oh." Cen Xi didn't understand what he meant, but just complied, thinking how could a person who has been in a coma for three years have such a temper.

Three days later.

Little Doctor Cen finally understood what it means to have a "bad temper".

He only heard the sound of broken porcelain in the room, and the next moment, a dumb servant rushed out of the door in a panic.After a while, Jiang Wuzhou appeared from the secret passage.

He didn't pretend to be the master of Feihua Pavilion, he should have hurriedly removed his disguise and changed his clothes, and then came over secretly from the guest room.

Cen Xi stood helplessly beside the bed, with a piece of broken porcelain pressed against his neck, even though the patient in front of him was so weak that even he could subdue him, he didn't dare to move around at will.

The coldness in those eyes seemed to freeze people to death.

"Qing Huan!"

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Mid-Autumn Festival!