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After placing the young man on the bed and feeling his pulse, his expression became even colder.

How dare you use such a low-quality incense on Zi'an?

A cold light flashed, and Linglong didn't even change her movements. She raised her hand and clamped the oncoming long sword with two fingers.

He withdrew his hand from taking the boy's pulse, and under the killer's horrified gaze, he took out a pill out of thin air and intended to feed it to the boy.

Unfortunately, even though the boy was unconscious, he was still very defensive. He clenched his teeth tightly, and the pill could not be fed into his mouth.

Linglong sighed helplessly, and a drop of spiritual spring flowed out from her fingertips and wrapped around the pill.

The fingertips moved to the boy's lips, and the spiritual spring mixed with the pills flowed into the boy's mouth through the gap between his lips.

Linglong covered the boy with the quilt with one hand and then looked at the assassin.

At this moment, the assassin, before he could recover from the strange scene, met a pair of emotionless eyes, and his whole body suddenly felt cold.

When the assassin was about to speak, Linglong appeared beside the assassin like a ghost in an instant, and under the other's horrified eyes, she killed the man with a click.

He let go, and the body of the man in black fell limply to the ground.

At the same time, a long and mind-blowing flute sound reached his ears.

Hearing this, Linglong subconsciously looked at the young man on the bed.

At this moment, Zi'an's thin little face was filled with pain because of the interference of the music.

Linglong's eyes were deep, and she raised her hand. Zi'an was protected by a thin film that was invisible to the naked eye.

In the other hand, there was a small jade flute. The flute circled at the fingertips, and the mental power attached to the flute and moved close to the red lips.

Beep...

A quiet and melodious tune sounded silently.

Why is it silent? Because there is spiritual power attached to it. The spiritual consciousness belongs to Linglong. As long as her spiritual power is strong enough, she can do whatever she wants.

The four women in blue on the roof didn't take it seriously when they heard the song, but before long, their internal energy began to drain away.

"Sister Linglong~"

Hearing the boy's voice, Linglong stopped moving and put down the flute. She turned around, moved her fingertips slightly, and looked at the boy who sat up with a calm gaze.

"Is there anything else that makes you uncomfortable?"

Zi'an glanced at the milky white jade flute in Linglong's hand and shook his head: "It's okay."

"Well, have a good rest." After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.

"Sister Linglong, don't go." As soon as the words fell, a warm touch was applied to my back, and my waist was tightly clamped.

Linglong was about to speak when she narrowed her eyes and looked towards the window.

A touch of blue rolled in from the window. Yes, it rolled in.

The woman lay on the ground, holding her chest and looking up.

When he saw the boy's face clearly, he widened his eyes in shock, "Cheng..."

Before he could finish his words, his heart was broken.

"Since you don't want me to know your identity, just hide it."

Just as the woman opened her mouth, the boy's body began to tremble instinctively.

"I didn't, Sister Linglong, I..."

Listening to the boy's trembling cry, Linglong raised her hand, pressed the acupoints on the boy's arm, and interrupted his next words.

Zi'an only felt his arm go numb and lost consciousness for a moment.

Taking this opportunity, Linglong withdrew from the boy's shackles. She turned around and looked at the boy who was trembling slightly.

Seeing this, Linglong thought that the boy was afraid because he saw her kill someone, so she sighed silently and said lightly, "Go to my room and sleep."

Zi'an looked up at Linglong, "Sister Linglong, I want you to accompany me."

Linglong: "No."

The rejection without hesitation made Zi'an's heart skip a beat.

Taking a deep breath, Zi'an's inner resentment rose to his heart, he looked up and looked directly into Linglong's eyes: "Sister, do you dislike me?"

Looking at the boy's stubborn face, Linglong shook her head: "I don't mind."

Zi'an was stunned when he heard this and took a step forward, "Then sister, why don't you like Zi'an?"

The sudden approaching fragrance made Linglong unconsciously take a step back.

Why didn’t I notice before that this young man had a faint scent of jasmine tea on him.

"I don't hate you."

Zian...

Linglong, she is as cold as ever.

Just as he was about to open his mouth, he felt a pain in his neck and fell into coma again.

Linglong embraced the young man who fell into her arms with one hand, retracted the golden needle between her fingers into space, bent down, picked up Zi'an horizontally, and walked towards her room.

At the same time, everything in the house that did not belong to this room disappeared at the moment Linglong stepped out of the room, including the dead body on the ground.

Just as he carried the boy into his room, Youxue swam in from the window.

"Master, we have dealt with ten men in black."

"Ah."

After putting the boy on the bed, Linglong walked out from behind the screen and came to the window to ask, "Which direction did they run to?"

"Southeast, Master."

She stroked the ring on her index finger with her fingertips and said calmly, "Youxue, look at the boy. I'm absorbing the moonlight on the roof."

Youxue informed herself that it was fortunate that she did not enter a state of meditation when the boy was given the incense. Otherwise, the boy would be in danger tonight.

"Yes, Master."

She tapped the window sill with her toes, jumped onto the roof, and sat cross-legged. The soft moonlight shone on Linglong's body. The echo between the white and the white made Linglong look more like the moon fairy.

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In the southeast, on a tall building, a woman in a red robe with gold weaving on it waved her sleeves, her heroic face full of anger.

"You useless bastard. You can't even kill a dying man, and you killed ten of my shadow guards. You should not be a county magistrate anymore."

There was a strong sense of bloodthirstiness and cruelty in the sinister tone.

"Please spare my life, my lady. I don't know where Mr. Chang found such an expert who could protect him."

When the woman heard the word "Young Master", she turned around, walked quickly to the kneeling woman, and kicked her.

"He is just a lowly slave, how can he be worthy of the title of Master? This time, no matter what method you use, I must destroy him and make his life worse than death, with others sleeping on his pillow every night." The woman spoke the last few words almost crazily.

The woman who was kicked to the ground shuddered when she saw this, and quickly got up, knelt on her knees, put her hands together and bowed down, put her forehead on the back of her hands, and responded respectfully: "Yes, Mrs. Chang."

The woman known as Chang Xiangnu was instantly in a good mood when she saw the woman's salute. This is an honor that only the queen can have!

The prime minister, who was in a good mood, sat down at the main seat and said loudly, "Stand up."

At this moment, the county magistrate, who was lying on the ground, was sweating profusely. If this was seen by outsiders and heard by the empress, all his nine clans would be implicated!

When she was still trembling with fear, she finally heard the words of rescue and hurriedly responded respectfully: "Thank you, Prime Minister Chang."

Chang Xiangnu lifted the teacup on the table and took a sip. "Remember, don't fail this time, otherwise, I will let your daughter become the one who sleeps with thousands of people."

The calm and gentle words made the county magistrate feel frightened.

She absolutely believed this. Even the son of the prime minister, her own brother, dared to harm her, not to mention her, who was not even related to him at all.

"Yes, Chang Xiangnu."

Chang Xiangnu took another sip of tea without even raising her head, and said gently, "Well, go down!"

When the county magistrate heard this, he felt as if he had been pardoned. He nodded and said respectfully, "Yes, Prime Minister Chang's daughter."

When Chang Xiangnu was the only one left in the room, a crazy and bloodthirsty look appeared in her eyes. How could a bastard born of a bastard be worthy of competing with her?