Demon Lord, he regrets the beginning

The moonlight slowly enveloped the two of them, Ran Shen looked at him with a smile, like a pool of spring water awakened by the wind...

Qingyan's heart twitched slightly, probably thinking that he helped Ranshen get the marrow washing powder, and that Ranshen had gradually improved on himself, maybe, if he worked harder, one day, Ranshen would find himself better.

But Ran Shen's mind is not on Qingyan's reaction or answer, he only hopes to use Qingyan's moving to achieve his goal.

Seeing this, he slowly opened his mouth and said: "Recently, I want to go to Longqutan to have a look, but it's too cold there, and I'm not used to it..."

Seeing his embarrassment, Qingyan seemed to have something to say, and hurriedly asked: "What's wrong? Is it because of..." He paused, as if he didn't want to mention the name, but he still asked, "Is it because It takes too much energy to take care of Yunqian..."

Qingyan pretended to be nonchalant, looked at Ranchen without squinting, with puzzled eyes.

Ran Shen took advantage of the situation and coughed a few times, shook his head and said: "I don't know too well, recently, I just feel uncomfortable."

Qingyan's reaction was only worry and impatience. She climbed onto Ranshen's arm with both hands and tightened them slightly, expressing her concern in every word and deed: "You are a doctor yourself, how can you not know... this can't be sloppy, you, Take a look for yourself."

Ranchen was a little surprised that Qingyan's reaction was so strong, this body was her own, but Qingyan was so nervous for herself.

"I...read it." Ran Shen confided calmly, with a hint of helplessness intentionally showing in his brows and eyes.

"How about it? How do I rest? What do I need to do?" The hand holding Ran Shen's arm seemed to follow the urgency of the words, and the grip became tighter and tighter.

"Some troubles..." Ran Shen glanced at Qingyan, then paused meaningfully.

"Is it serious? What should I do? I'll help you!" Qingyan asked.

Ranchen seems to be able to control Qingyan's emotions tightly. In such a state, he will definitely agree to his request and do things for himself.

"It is necessary to ignite the Holy Flame on the Blood Tomb Terrace overnight, reunite the yang energy of the Temple of Slaughter, and dispel the cold air in the body, otherwise, the yin energy of the Temple of Slaughter is too heavy, and it cannot be recovered..." Ran Shen pretended to sigh faintly .

Ran Shen was originally the water god of the water tribe, and fire and water were difficult to tolerate. He couldn't ignite the sacred flames on the blood tomb platform. Besides, Ye Junli set up a barrier there, and it was impossible for others to do it easily. Ran Shen believes that he has this ability.

"Ignite the Holy Flame..." Qingyan murmured and repeated.

Because of Ye Junli's faults in prison punishment, he is the most disliked, and he will definitely not agree to ignite the holy flame on the blood tomb platform.

The next moment, there was a shadow over Qingyan's head, Ranshen touched the top of her hair with her hand, and comforted her: "It's nothing, at most it's just heart palpitations, not life-threatening..."

Ran Shen knew Qingyan's feelings too well, even if he was only tormented by heart palpitations for a while, he would not bear it.

Because this is how I feel about Yun Qian.

Even though repeated whips, punishments and humiliations did not pose any threat to Yunqian's life, every time he was heartbroken and wished he could bear it for him, he was sure that Qingyan would not just watch himself fall into the pain...

Sure enough, Ran Shen guessed right.

"Ranchen, don't worry, I'll help you do it, even if Ye Junli finds out, he won't do anything to me!" With a confident face, he made a firm promise to Ranchen.

The two looked at each other, their gazes were intertwined, and there was a trace of feigned emotion in the deep eyes, while Qingyan added the most real satisfaction, being able to solve problems for the one he loved, or Qingyan The happiest thing...

But she never thought that every caring movement, soft tone, and upward curvature of the corners of her lips... are all reactions of precise calculations.