The Qingqiu Grand Formation has been activated, and the entire Qingqiu has also entered a state of preparation for war, ready to resist the intrusion from the Nine Heavens at any time.

Coming out of the peach grove, countless stars were already hanging high in the sky, and darkness shrouded the Qingqiu. From house to house, people had already lit lanterns, waiting for family reunions.

Returning to the Qizhi Palace, Zhiyang slowly walked to Luoyuan's bed and looked at his pale face quietly by the candlelight.

"Ayuan, when will you wake up? Do you really want to leave me alone in Qingqiu?"

Fingertips brushed his face, holding back the sadness in his heart, and quietly looked at the motionless Luo Yuan. For a moment, he just fell into silence.

There was an extra person in Dajiao Xuanyuan's room. He was not surprised and walked to Zhiyang with a medicine bowl in hand.

"You're back."

Listening to Dajiao Xuanyuan's voice, Zhiyang quickly wiped away the tears on her face, as if she wanted to cover up the fact that she had just cried.

He turned around and took the medicine bowl from Dajiao Xuanyuan's hand, nodded slightly, and responded to Dajiao Xuanyuan's words.

Gently stirring the medicine in his hand, Dajiao Xuanyuan helped Luo Yuan up, and Zhi Yang fed Luo Yuan little by little.

"Have everything been settled in Qingqiu?"

Looking at Zhiyang's tired face, Dajiao Xuanyuan couldn't bear to ask.

"Fortunately, some things have been handed over to someone to take care of."

The movements of Zhiyang's hands remained unchanged, and his eyes were still looking at Luo Yuan, watching him drink the medicine one bite at a time.

"How much do you know about that Yingsu?"

Hearing Dajiao Xuanyuan ask about Yingsu, Zhiyang couldn't help but be startled. She glanced at Dajiao Xuanyuan and saw that his expression was serious, and she still seemed a little suspicious.

"She was originally a sparrow I rescued by the pond. She grew up with me and volunteered to be a maid by my side. Later, the Feiling Tribe was in civil strife and had no leader, so I helped her take the position of leader of the Feiling Tribe."

Zhiyang spoke simply, without any trace of emotion in her eyes, as if this matter had nothing to do with her at all.

"Then who taught her the magic?" Dajiao Xuanyuan's eyes were calm, his brows were furrowed, and there was an indescribable doubt in his eyes.

"Spells? They were taught by teachers at Qingqiu Academy since childhood, and later they were practiced by themselves..." At this point, Zhiyang paused intentionally or unintentionally, and something different suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"When you mentioned this, I remembered that I had never seen the spell she used in the Nine Heavens... but the breath of that spell felt so familiar to me..."

If Dajiao Xuanyuan hadn't suddenly asked about Yingsu, Zhiyang would probably have forgotten it.

But now Zhiyang is not the only one who doubts Yingsu's immortal power. Even Dajiao Xuanyuan is beginning to have doubts, so things will definitely not be that simple.

"Have you ever seen that kind of magical power?"

Seeing Dajiao Xuanyuan asking such a question, Zhiyang pressed the question, hoping to get the answer from him.

At this moment, Dajiao Xuanyuan did not speak, but looked steadily at Zhiyang in front of him. He already had a guess in his heart, but he was not sure yet.

After feeding the last mouthful of medicine to Luoyuan, Zhiyang looked at Dajiao Xuanyuan and began to complain. He didn't know whether it was because he was too temperamental or because he was impatient. Every time something like this happened, he always wanted to leave it in suspense.

Refuse to say anything.

"What do you mean? Grinding!"

"I suspect she is possessed..."

Dajiao Xuanyuan's words were spoken very softly, but they fell clearly on Zhiyang's ears. She suddenly raised her head and couldn't believe it at all.

"Possessed? How... is this possible?"

Zhiyang couldn't believe this result, or rather she didn't want to believe it.

Although she didn't like Ying Su, Zhiyang still didn't want the news that she would become a demon. Her eyes stayed on Dajiao Xuanyuan's face, feeling a little confused and at a loss.

"Are you really sure?"

Zhiyang still couldn't believe it and asked tentatively again.

"Ten to seventy-eight..."

After the words fell, Zhiyang put the medicine bowl in his hand aside and stood up slowly, "If this is the case... then she was the one who killed my father and mother back then?"

Once it is really as Zhiyang thinks, this matter will never be that simple, and many things will even subvert everyone's imagination, and the Three Realms will also usher in a big reshuffle.

"No! There is no evidence now. We can directly accuse Ying Su of being possessed. This matter is too involved and we should carefully consider it."

Zhiyang clenched this finger and walked around the room. The hesitation in his eyes was gradually replaced, and the calculation in his mind became clearer and clearer. After all, this matter was too involved. If it happened now, he said he couldn't be kidnapped.

Su and Jiuchongtian took a bite. Instead of boiling the water now, it would be better to drain the cauldron later.

At this moment, Zhiyang's mind was very clear, and he was calculating what happened recently, especially the moment when Yingsu appeared in front of him, to see if there was anything he had missed.

"Don't think so much first. Just wait for Luo Yuan to wake up. Maybe Luo Yuan knows something else."

Dajiao Xuanyuan's words directly woke up Zhiyang. After all, it had been eight hundred years since his death. During these hundred years, the place where Yingsu worked most diligently was probably the Palace of Qi. Maybe Luoyuan discovered something unusual in this.

Woolen cloth.

"I can't put all the pressure on him." Zhiyang turned around, looked at Luoyuan on the couch, and continued: "He has helped me support for so many years. Now that I am back, these things

The burden will return to me."

Looking at Dajiao Xuanyuan on the side, Zhiyang smiled tenderly. In this smile, there was no longer the playful look that would quarrel with him in the past. Overnight, Zhiyang seemed to have grown up, put away his child-like temper, and officially

Become the queen of Qingqiu.

"Maybe he would rather you live a free life..." Dajiao Xuanyuan said lightly.

Luoyuan on the couch was still lying there peacefully, and he didn't know when he would wake up.

In Dajiao Xuanyuan's heart, he suddenly felt sorry for these two people for a moment.

In terms of talent and talent, both of them are geniuses of the generation. If it hadn't happened a thousand years ago, they would have led the whole world to a new look. However, the way of heaven is not what people want. The ten-tailed white fox in the world has become a frame-up and has caused harm to the three realms.

Devil; it sounds like a joke that the majestic Emperor of the Ninth Level Heaven was brutally murdered by the Ninth Level Heaven.

Heaven and earth are unkind and regard all things as stupid dogs.

Jiuchongtian has long lost its former glory. For its own selfish desires, it has long disregarded the lives of everyone in the world. It is ridiculous to say that there are immortals who are willing to indulge in such an illusion and are unwilling to get out.

"Female Queen, Emperor Jingqian of the Underworld is here."

"Please come in quickly!"

Hearing that someone had come to report, Zhiyang calmed down and watched Jing Qian arrive. She seemed to have grasped a straw in her heart and walked to the door to greet her.

After receiving Zhiyang's letter, Jing Qian hurried from Hades to the Palace of Qi. When he entered the house and looked at Zhiyang in front of him, the stone that worried him had finally fallen to the ground.

"I'll come over as soon as I receive your spirit bird. How about you? Are you okay? Let me take a look!"

Saying that, Jing Qian hurriedly took Zhiyang's hand and put her hands together to feel Zhiyang's pulse.

"Sister, I have nothing to do. I invited you here today because I want you to see him." Zhiyang directly took Jingqian's hand and led him to the couch, looking at the pale Luoyuan.

When Jing Qian saw Luo Yuan, his brows furrowed and he stared at the person on the couch, "How long has he been like this?"

"It's been almost a day. When I took him out of the prison, he could still speak."

Pulling off Luo Yuan's quilt, Jing Qian put his hand on his wrist, and the look on his face became more and more solemn.

"Quickly, take off his shirt."

Jing Qian suddenly stood up, lifted up the quilt on his body, hurriedly took out the silver needle from her medicine box, and watched everyone's actions.

Zhiyang and Dajiao Xuanyuan were startled by Jing Qian's hasty actions. Although they didn't know what to do, they hurriedly followed Jing Qian's instructions.

The silver needle fell on Luo Yuan's back, Jing Qian's expression was still serious, Zhi Yang hugged Luo Yuan and stared at Jing Qian closely, not knowing what would happen next.

The silver needle in his hand fell one by one. Luo Yuan, who had no reaction at first, now frowned, his forehead was gradually covered with sweat beads, and his body was still shaking slightly.

Zhiyang, who was holding Luo Yuan, seemed to have noticed something was wrong. He gently touched Luo Yuan's body with his hand. This exploration did not matter, but it made Zhi Yang startled. Luo Yuan's body was cold, as if he had seen it in the prison.

his time.

"Sister, he is cold all over now..."

Jing Qian, who was holding the silver needle in his hand, did not change his expression and continued to stab Luo Yuan's back with the silver needle, "I am forcing the coldness out of his body, it's okay."

With Jing Qian's words, Zhiyang was able to let go of his worries and continue to hold Luo Yuan and observe his situation at all times.

An hour later, Luo Yuan's body temperature finally returned to normal. The frown on his face gradually relaxed.

After removing the silver needle from his back, Zhiyang put Luo Yuan back on the couch, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and tucked his quilt back into place.

"Sister, what happened to him?"

Jing Qian shook his head slightly, "The cold energy in his body has been pulled out, but the power consumed is too great, and the original body..." Jing Qian's eyes dodge slightly, after all, half of the original body was still pulled out by Ming Hao

, I still feel a little guilty when I say this.

"Then...when will he wake up?"

Looking at Zhiyang's expectant eyes, Jing Qian didn't know how to tell Zhiyang for a moment. When will Luoyuan wake up? If the situation is not good, he may fall into a deep sleep.

Jing Qian took Zhi Yang's hand, her eyes full of tenderness, and comforted: "Don't worry, A Zhi, I will definitely use all my medical skills to save him."

As smart as Zhiyang, how could she not understand the meaning of Jing Qian's words? Her original eyes gradually began to dim. She slowly took her hand out of Jing Qian's, and turned around absentmindedly to look at the falling person on the couch.

Yuan asked: "What's the worst case scenario...?"
Chapter completed!