Seeing the side of Ling Lan suddenly, Rong Xian was suspiciously silent for a moment, and then she hypocritically praised in the bottom of her heart: Ling Lan's imposing appearance is much better than the indifferent attitude before.
Of course, she was just standing and talking without back pain.
Lily of the Valley now has a faint feeling of desperate, both in terms of momentum and expression.
Rong Xian cleared her throat and called out tentatively, "Miss Linglan?"
Ling Lan sat still, and when a pair of gloomy eyes swept across Rong Xian, there was no longer the temperature of the past, and the gloomy atmosphere made people unable to help but regret that the once innocent little girl had changed.
Rong Xian didn't get a response from Ling Lan, nor was she angry. She showed a smile as noble as the snow lotus in Tian Shan at Ling Lan, and she looked at Ling Lan very hot.
Rong Xian, why did she look at her with such lofty eyes, if it wasn't for Rong Xian, how could she have become what she is now.
It was really a blessing that Rong Xian didn't die three years ago, because she couldn't destroy the image of a dead person.
But as a living person, she has countless ways to make Rong Xian change beyond recognition, and she is no longer the way Shen Jiulu once liked.
Didn't Shen Jiulu like Rong Xian's clean appearance? If Rong Xian is no longer pure and white, Shen Jiulu will not like her anymore.
Wait a minute, don't worry, Rong Xian has already come to her and doesn't care about this moment.
Suzuran knew there was something wrong with her state of mind, but she didn't want to restrain herself.
In life, everyone chases something different.
Some people pursue detachment, some people pursue power, some people pursue fame and fortune, and some people pursue continuous descendants.
As for Lily of the Valley, what she has always pursued is the love that Shen Jiulu had.
What you can't get is always the most precious and the most memorable.
Shen Jiuruu is what Lily of the Valley has always asked for.
Not being able to ask for it is one of the eight hardships in life.
Although Rong Xian didn't know what Ling Lan was thinking, the heavy malice made her frown. Ling Lan seemed to be full of confidence, but what exactly was this confidence
She thought about it but had no clue. After all, there was really nothing in Xiaoqianjie that could threaten her.
Rong Xian looked at Bai Changyue, who was dying on the bed, her brows were still, but her tone was filled with natural melancholy: "Senior Sister Linglan, can you let me check the pulse of Miss Bai?"
Lily of the valley was silent.
Seeing that Ling Lan didn't give in for convenience, Rong Xian didn't force it either.
She moved her wrist lightly, and the gold thread wearing a silver needle sprang out like a bolt of lightning, and was bound to Bai Changyue's wrist without any mistake.
Rong Xian squinted slightly, feeling the pulse changes with all her concentration.
There was silence in the room, and then Ling Lan raised her head and looked at Rong Xian intently. I have to say that Rong Xian is a person who can easily infect others.
When she is happy, the sun is shining and the weather is clear. When she was sad, the dark clouds weighed down, gloomy and gloomy. Now when she was quiet, even the impetuousness in her heart gradually calmed down.
A little bit of time passed, and everyone outside the screen became a little anxious.
Rong Xian did not open her eyes, but the confusion between her brows became more and more intense.
Bai Changyue is indeed still alive, but her soul is no longer in that body, it is just a puppet with a breath of Bai Changyue.
The fingertips trembled slightly, and the golden thread returned to his hand.
Rong Xian pondered, she was about to say something when she saw Ling Lan stood up abruptly.
"Did you see that right?" Suzuran approached suddenly with a malicious smile.
Rong Xian didn't step back, she inadvertently stroked the non-existent wrinkles on her sleeves, and said calmly, "I see."
After a pause, she asked with a puzzled look, "You did it?"
Ling Lan raised her hand, her white fingertips were surrounded by a layer of black devilish energy, her smile at this time was somewhat similar to Qu Qianqian's coquettishness: "I did it, this is the only thing I learned after I was enchanted. A forbidden technique. Doctor Rong, I wonder if you have a solution?"
Rong Xian blinked, really embarrassed to tell Ling Lan that the so-called forbidden arts by the magic cultivator were all created by her out of boredom when she suppressed the Demon Prison.
I always felt that if I told Suzuran, the girl might get angry.
Rong Xian's clear eyes flashed faintly, and he moved the silver needle in his sleeve, and replied lightly: "I have a way to solve it, but I don't have the soul of the white girl." So this person can't live. of.
Ling Lan giggled and praised cheerfully: "Rong Xian, you are really honest and cute."
What do you say, never hide yourself, frankly terrible, clean and terrible.
Ling Lan stroked her red lips with her fingertips, what to do, she couldn't wait to destroy Rong Xian.
"Teacher, are you okay?" Rong Yu's anxious voice came from outside.
As time passed, the bad premonition in Rong Yu's heart became stronger and stronger, and even if there was Su Xuan's comfort, it was of no use.
When Ling Lan heard Rong Yu's voice, her expression sank, and she complained casually: "I didn't expect that the young master of Wuxinya would recognize you as a teacher, Rong Xian, your attractive charm has not diminished at all. "
Rong Xian thought for a while and then whispered, "Senior sister is wrong."
Ling Lan's face darkened: Damn it, who praised you, it's shameless.
As if realizing what Ling Lan was thinking, Rong Xian showed a slightly tolerant smile towards her.
This calm attitude immediately angered Ling Lan, she raised her voice and laughed: "Rong Xian, didn't you notice any difference?"
She looked at Rong Xian playfully, as if looking at a dying mouse.
Rong Xian didn't say anything, she moved her finger in front of Ling Lan, and a slender silver needle flew out from between her fingers.
'clang! ' There was a loud noise, as if it were ringing in people's consciousness.
Rong Xian's silver needle did not fly out of the room, but when it penetrated the screen, it was enveloped by an invisible barrier.
The barrier was thick and heavy, and when the silver needle hit the barrier, it seemed to hit a big bell.
"Are you surprised? This is what I specially prepared for you." Ling Lan giggled, proud.
Rong Xian lowered her eyes and said slowly, "I'm not surprised. In fact, the silver needle was my answer to Senior Sister just now."
After thinking about it, she decided to tell the truth: "Didn't Senior Sister ask me if I found any difference? This is the answer."
Ling Lan's face turned blue, and she was even more angry when she was baptized by Rong Xian's honesty.
Ling Lan took a deep breath, resisted the urge to beat Rong Xian to death, tried her best to suppress the boiling anger in her heart, and a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes.
Rong Xian, who always stirs people's hearts unknowingly in his words, makes you fall into seven emotions.
If you don't wake up, I'm afraid she will be manipulated by her.
After she glanced at Rong Xian with a little dread, she turned her head to look at the bed.
I saw that the body that was lying down suddenly turned into a little bit of fly ash and disappeared, and the scenery around the room changed quickly in the blink of an eye.
Rong Xian: It’s a pity that I didn’t anger the enemy to death┌(.Д.)┐
(End of this chapter)