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Zhang Qinglan was forced to sit in Ao Zhan's arms, as if she hadn't fully awakened from her lethargy.

Sensing the man's callused rough palm touching from under his clothes, the young man slowly lowered his head and blinked thoughtfully.

When Ao Zhan got out of bed and left the room before, he was sober for a moment, and when he felt that the soft quilt around him was empty, he struggled to wake up, but when he saw the other party getting dressed and going out, Zhang Qinglan felt relieved. Come, wrap up the quilt again and fall into a sound sleep.

There was still a thin cyan under his eyes, Zhang Qinglan grasped Ao Zhan's wildly moving wrist, pulled the man's hand from his waist, and intertwined his fingers.

Seeing Ao Zhan's face full of inscrutability, Zhang Qinglan paused in response to the instruction just now, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What, what happened?"

Hearing this, Ao Zhan suddenly exerted force on the arm holding the young man's slender waist, pulled him up, and hugged the young man onto his lap.The two sat on the edge of the bed facing each other, holding each other tightly.

"fine."

The scenery in front of him suddenly turned upside down, Zhang Qinglan's heart tightened, and when he came back to his senses, he was already kneeling firmly in front of Ao Zhan.

The two stared at each other, neither of them said a word.

At this time, Zhang Qinglan's mind was fully awake, feeling the heat coming from the palm, she subconsciously retracted her fingertips.

Ao Zhan saw that he vaguely wanted to move, raised his brows slightly, and ordered in a low voice: "Don't move."

Zhang Qinglan's movements stopped in response to the sound, and she obediently sat in front of the man.

Eyelashes lowered, the young man's eyes shimmered, he leaned forward to kiss the corner of the man's lips for a while, and said in a good temper: "Okay, don't move."

Ao Zhan snorted, and then let go of the intertwined fingers of the two, holding Zhang Qinglan's back, rubbing up and down through the thin layer of underwear.

Although it was said that he entered the illusion formation before, the wound on Zhang Qinglan's body was actually brought out from the formation.

The elixir that Ao Zhan gave him can not only repair the wounds on the skin and flesh, but also warm and nourish the sea of ​​energy in the tendons and veins, and get rid of deep ailments and dark diseases.

Even though there is a layer of cloth separated, the powerful Dragon King can easily check whether the wounds on the young man's body are still there.

But after a while, Ao Zhan withdrew his hand in satisfaction, and out of nowhere, two brown wound medicines appeared, pressed against the young man's lips, and said succinctly: "Eat."

Zhang Qinglan looked straight at Ao Zhan, and caught the rare peace of mind in his eyes.So he opened his mouth and swallowed the pill obediently.

Ao Zhan pinched the young man's chin, and rubbed his thumb against the corner of his mouth that was stained with medicine crumbs. When he spoke, his chest vibrated, and his voice fell next to Zhang Qinglan's ear, looking very calm: "You are so good."

Zhang Qinglan was taken aback by Ao Zhan's abnormal behavior.

The bitter taste of the elixir still lingered in his mouth. After a while, Zhang Qinglan looked down at the palm of the man carelessly rubbing on her waist, and quickly realized it.

The young man understood, and showed a "so it is" expression towards Ao Zhan.Then he suddenly stretched out his hand, and readily opened the front of his jacket, revealing a piece of fair skin.

There were sporadic teeth marks and dark red bite marks on the collarbone, and there was a chill on the chest. Zhang Qinglan immediately lowered her eyes and leaned forward, hooked the man's neck, stretched out the tip of her tongue, and licked the man's lower lip.

Ao Zhan is like a satiated cat, he knows in his heart that Zhang Qinglan is going to make a mistake, but he doesn't point it out for now.

Holding the young man in his arms and kissing him enough, Ao Zhan let go of the panting man, and slapped him calmly and calmly: "I want to prosper in the daytime, huh?"

"I didn't..." The young man still had some silver threads hanging from the corners of his lips, his phoenix eyes were wide open, he was at a loss for words when he saw Ao Zhan being so shameless, he didn't know what to say in response.

Quickly put the person down from his body, Ao Zhan raised his hand, and wiped the water stain on Zhang Qinglan's lower lip with the back of his hand.

Kneading the young man's flexible waist, most of the time, the man has a violent and gloomy face, as if the clouds and rain have just passed, and the sun is slightly clearing.The frowning brows also relaxed a little at this time.

Consciously bullying people enough, Ao Zhan stretched out his hand to lift up a strand of hair from Zhang Qinglan's sideburns, and then said seriously: "Okay, let's get down to business."

Zhang Qinglan noticed the change in Ao Zhan's tone, frowned slightly, and asked as sharply as he immediately: "Did something happen in the dungeon?"

"Yes." Ao Zhan nodded calmly: "The flower demon died last night and is in the dungeon."

Hearing this, the young man's pupils constricted, his expression darkened: "How could this be?"

Ao Zhan focused on what he saw and heard in the dungeon, and explained it clearly to Zhang Qinglan in a few words.

After ignoring the clam spirit's last few words, Ao Zhan said calmly, "If he hadn't lied, then the flower demon is probably already in danger."

Zhang Qinglan wondered: "How can we be sure that the escaped blood mist is Yao Yitang...'s body?"

Ao Zhan dama sat on the edge of the bed, propping his knees with one hand, and laughed lowly when he heard Zhang Qinglan's question.

Seeing the ignorant appearance of the little celestial master, the Lord Dragon King finally showed mercy and patiently explained for the first time: "Why do you think that stranger wanted her three drops of blood?"

Zhang Qinglan shook her head slowly: "Why?"

"For living beings, the blood in these three places is the most precious. For a lowly demon spirit like her, [-]/[-] out of [-] of the essence exists in it." Ao Zhan raised his hand while speaking, and tapped Zhang Qinglan's eyebrows. A little bit.

The young man nodded with a vague understanding.

"As far as this king knows, there is a technique handed down from ancient times for wood-type demon cultivators like Yao Yitang." Ao Zhan withdrew his hand and said slowly: "Take a drop of blood from each of these three places, and then let the person who has been casted use it." Those who voluntarily agree to be refined."

"If the caster's spiritual power is strong enough, it only takes three breaths of effort to transform a demon into a misty 'miasma', which can be controlled by the caster's will."

Zhang Qinglan had heard a retelling of what the clam spirit had seen and heard from Ao Zhan before, but after comparing the two sides, she found that every detail seemed to match the weird skill the man said.

Ao Zhan looked at the solemn young man and said: "In addition, the aura belonging to Yao Yitang in the dungeon disappeared completely at that time. This king once let his spiritual sense go to investigate, and found that there was no one within a hundred miles. her tracks."

After listening to Ao Zhan's words, Zhang Qinglan pondered for a while.

After a long time, she said in a low voice: "The flower demon... was originally a person who is easy to trust others and willful. Now that it falls into our hands, not only has it lost its use value, but it will also expose the person who manipulates her behind her back. .”

"Yao Yitang's weakness is obvious, and it lies in her son. Bi Xin may have been taken away by the gray-robed man and used to deceive her, as a bargaining chip in exchange for 'willingly' donating three drops of blood." Zhang Qinglan frowned and said: "If It is not impossible for the gray-robed man to kill her to prevent future troubles and refine her into a so-called 'flower miasma' for his own use."

Ao Zhan nodded when he heard the words: "That's right."

"Yao Yitang is stupid, but the person behind her is not." Ao Zhan stood up, tore off the black gold silk on his body, and glanced at the young man who was still nestled in the quilt out of the corner of his eye: "That miasma is not a good thing , fall into his hands, maybe something will happen.”

The exquisite and luxurious shawl fell in response to the sound, revealing the graceful and smooth shoulder and back muscles of the man underneath.

Ao Zhan changed into a dark narrow-sleeved tight suit, raised his right arm, half-closed his eyelids, and casually adjusted the straps on the cuffs that were used as wrist guards.

The young man who had been sitting on the bed for a long time pulled his eyes off Ao Zhan's body. Seeing that the man was about to get fully dressed, he crawled out of bed belatedly and stood quietly behind him.

I don’t know when there was an extra set of robes placed on the corner of the bed. The style is similar to Ao Zhan’s, but the size is narrower and thinner. Zhang Qinglan is very familiar with the auspicious cloud pattern on the hem, and knows that it is the Dragon King’s Mansion. The stitches used by embroiderers.

Ao Zhan looked at the dull look of the young man and let out a "tsk".

Leaning over to pick up a dark blue hair tie, he pulled Zhang Qinglan's shoulders and pushed the person around.

When the young man turned his back to him, Ao Zhan raised his hand, picked up the long black hair of the other party and held it in his palm, and then neatly tied the long hair behind his head with a headband three or two times. .

After Zhang Qinglan came back to her senses, she stood there with lowered eyebrows, pursed her lips and didn't ask any more questions, and obediently let others play with her.Not long after, Ao Zhan even picked up his outer robe and put it on, with his hands around his waist, and he was tying his belt.

"It's not dusk yet, so there's still time." Ao Zhan looked down at the slender waistline outlined by the belt, his expression darkened: "I'll follow the king into the city later, maybe I can find clues."

Zhang Qinglan listened to Ao Zhan's words, lowered her head and pulled at the unevenness of the front, then nodded quite honestly, and said in response: "Okay."

Before the end was over, an old and high-pitched voice suddenly sounded outside the house: "Master! Something has happened, Master!"

Realizing that the voice belonged to Steward Wang, the two people in the room paused immediately.

Ao Zhan frowned, knowing that Wang Yi was not a character who made such a fuss easily.So he quickly let go of the hands on Zhang Qinglan's waist, looked at the suspicious eyes cast towards him, and ordered: "Go."

Zhang Qinglan immediately followed behind Ao Zhan, and the two walked out of the house together.

Pushing open the door, I saw Butler Wang was wrinkled and wrinkled, circling around the door like a headless chicken, looking impatient.

Seeing that his master was finally willing to come out of the room, he immediately rushed forward, staring at a pair of mung bean eyes, craned his neck and hurriedly said: "Master!" He forgot to change his words in a hurry.

Wang Yi's face was full of anxiety and panic, his eyebrows were wrinkled into an upside-down character, and his complexion was very ugly: "My lord, the barrier around the palace suddenly failed."

"Now dozens of civilians gathered at the gate, shouting for half an hour, and they are talking about it, saying yes... that they must see you."