Luo Yunxiao slowly raised his head, staring at her, after a long time slowly should be a, "Oh." Then, slowly, he stood up. Mu Yan found out what was wrong. Little martial uncle's eyes how dull? Seems to be very slow? wait! Should not... Should not even the little martial uncle also be drunk! Just thinking about this, Luo Yunxiao took a step forward. Suddenly, he tripped over something and fell to the ground“ Don't be so enthusiastic, beauty Good die not die, trip him just is a kiss. This guy didn't know what kind of dream he was having. He was obscene and said, "beauty, come on, let me embrace you warmly and melt you!" With that, he clawed at the little martial uncle's spotless clothes. Mu Yan looked at this scene, almost crazy. It's a pity that she doesn't have a shadow talisman in her hand. Otherwise, she will record it now and see how she will die tomorrow? And the little martial uncle? It's funny to think about it! However, the paw of the kiss has not yet fallen on Luo Yunxiao. His instinctive reaction makes Luo Yunxiao's sword come out of the sheath. The light of the sword is cold and sharp. If you chop it down, it's absolutely a piece of cake! Mu Yan was startled. He couldn't attend the play any more. He rushed to stop him. "Little martial uncle, calm down! It's a kiss. It's your favorite. Don't kill it Almost at the moment of her touch, senhan's sword will disappear. Luo Yunxiao turned his head and looked at her. It took a long time for his lips to open and close. He murmured word by word, "mu... Yan..." thank God, my little martial uncle has not been completely drunk, and he still knows himself. Muyan: "little martial uncle, how are you? Can you go back to the yard by yourself? Shall I help you back? " Luo Yunxiao slowly drew back the hand she held, shook his head very lightly, and whispered: "I can't get any closer. Can't... "The voice didn't fall, his figure suddenly disappeared in place. Mu Yan rises a lazy waist, is about to rest, suddenly, the vision one coagulates. I saw a pool of red water stains where Luo Yunxiao fell just now. She was stunned. Later, she reached out and looked at her palm, thick and tender. It's blood! Little martial uncle hurt? Muyan quickly rushes to the courtyard where luoyunxiao lives alone, turns around, and finally finds the drunk luoyunxiao by the pond. She helped the man back to the room, lit the candle and took a breath. Luo Yunxiao is really injured, and the injury is very serious. The skin and flesh in the left lower abdomen are indistinct with blood, and there are even signs of decay“ Little martial uncle, what did you get hurt by? " There was evil spirit attached to the wound. Luo Yunxiao's eyes were closed and her brows were slightly frowned, as if she were immersed in pain and nightmare and could not wake up. Mu Yan clenched his teeth, took out the demon Qin and played it slowly【 Shu Jing Qi Huang starts. The tip of the finger gradually turns into a scalpel as described in the hundred mile flowing notes. And the needle and thread【 The phantom starts. In the room, gradually appeared two Jun Mu Yan's figure, one plays the piano, one surgery. The sound of the zither turns Luo Yunxiao's nightmare into a beautiful dream. Mu Yan's hand moves faster and faster, and finally cleans up the evil Qi on Luo Yunxiao's wound. All her spiritual power and consciousness were almost exhausted, and her body was too weak to sweat. In front of a flower, Mu Yan will fall back. However, the expected pain of hitting the ground did not come, and the body was pushed into a familiar embrace.