Jiang Niannian saw that he was trembling like a wounded little animal. She felt a pain in her heart, as if she had been stabbed by a dagger. She quickly hugged him and said, "It's okay, don't blame me... The wound is not deep and will heal soon."
She thought to herself, "When I get back, I have to ask Shen Yu to see if Buqi is sick."
Yin Buqi hugged her for a long time. When he looked up, he saw the bite marks on Jiang Niannian's snow-white skin. They had already formed a scab and were surrounded by a red color.
"Does it still hurt when I think of this?"
He gently licked the wound with his lips, moisture appeared in his eyes, his skin was pale and almost transparent, and his voice was so gentle that it seemed to squeeze water out of it.
"It doesn't hurt anymore." Jiang Niannian rubbed his head: "Be good, go downstairs and eat."
"good."
As soon as the two of them went out, the door of the next room was slammed open. Yin Ci impatiently rubbed his hair which was a little messy from sleeping, and threw out a small black ball fiercely.
"Miss Jiang, take care of your beast!"
Yin Ci slammed the door shut, and it hit the door frame with a loud bang and bounced back.
Meiqiu, with tears in her eyes, acted coquettishly towards Jiang Niannian: "Awoo~" Shuo Shuo fell down and needed his mother to hold him up before he could get up.
Jiang Niannian sighed: "… If you don't teach, it's the father's fault."
Yin Buqi immediately replied: "Nian Nian is right, I didn't teach her well."
At this time, Nippori.
Thousands of disciples were waiting outside the main hall of Erzhu Peak. Inside the hall, the leaders of each peak sat upright, with their closed disciples standing respectfully on both sides.
There is still one seat left vacant.
Yin Ruoxu sat in the main seat, looking anxious, "Where is the Holy Lord Fuhua?"
"The headmaster is confused. At this time every month, Saint Fuhua has to go down the mountain to treat illnesses and save lives."
Yin Ruoxu looked at Shi Jing and asked, "The formation leading to the psychedelic realm has been replaced. Siming Daojun, do you know who did it?"
Shi Jing stepped forward and bowed, then said calmly, "Since I divined the Dark Evil and the Nine-Tailed Fox sixteen years ago, my spiritual appearance has been unstable, and I am temporarily unable to discern the secrets of the heavens."
At this time, another person stepped forward and said, "Master, several disciples who went to look for us through the teleportation array have not received any news so far. Therefore, I speculate that the destination must have an extremely strong barrier that blocks communication with the outside world."
"Could it be that there are spies from the demon clan in our sect?"
"Not really. I went to the formation yesterday and took a look. I noticed that there was no demonic energy on the other side of the formation, but there was a lot of resentment."
Yin Ruoxu's face turned even paler.
He felt a little uneasy.
Could it be... that place? Impossible, everyone who knew about it back then is dead, no one would know about it.
The hall fell silent for a long time before Yin Ruoxu said, "The heads of the various peaks should not act rashly for the time being. Continue to send disciples to inquire in various ways. Once there is any news, immediately pass it on to each other."
"Okay, Master."
…
On this side, the monks were sitting at the table eating breakfast. Tang Murou was talking to a few male monks with her sweet smile, which made many people feel amorous.
The waiters started discussing again.
"All those dozens of monks who clamored to leave yesterday are dead."
"really?!"