Li Junye didn't think that he would become a prophecy, Yan Zijin's parents were poisoned by the "Living Hades" and died tragically in the bedroom.

Yan Zijin fainted instantly after being stimulated, and woke up in confusion in the pinching of people, seeing the red eyes of the house slave crying, Li Junye's silent expression, and instantly remembered the news that his father and mother were killed and died tragically in the house, and tears rolled down his cheeks silently.

"Help me up! I'm going back!" Yan Zijin thought that the "Living Hades" was still at large, and his red eyes disregarded the dissuasion of everyone, and he struggled to get up with a hideous face.

However, he lost all his strength, and fell to his knees in grief and powerlessness, and there was nothing he could do.

Li Junye wanted to step forward and hold his arm, but Yan Zijin shook off his hand angrily, pointed at his nose sadly and scolded: "It's all you, the crow's mouth, that made my father and mother die, you stay away from me."

Li Junye opened his thin lips slightly, his eyes trembled, looking at Yan Zijin's disgusted expression, his slender fingertips hung in mid-air and shrunk back into his sleeves.

He really didn't mean to curse his uncle and aunt, he was just speculating on his own thoughts......

"Help me up, I'm going to see my father!" Yan Zijin didn't have time to think about how much his words would hurt Li Junye, he had lost his mind now.

The house slave hurriedly helped him to get on the horse, but Yan Zijin trembled and lost his strength, where did he still have the strength to climb on the horse's back, and fell four or five times.

Li Junye stepped forward to help, but was glared at viciously by Yan Zijin and was scolded bitterly: "You crow's mouth, stay away from me!" You're not my friend anymore. ”

Li Junye was abandoned in place, his handsome face was lonely, and he looked at Yan Zijin stumbling and stumbling away.

Yan Zi's colorful clothes were dirty and embarrassed, and his bones seemed to have been sucked away, and he lay on the horse's back weakly all the way, pulling the horse's mane tightly, clenching his teeth and driving towards Yan's mansion.

The slave wiped his tears and rode behind to prevent him from falling again.

Yan Zijin didn't know how he walked into Yan's mansion, how he approached his parents who were lying on the ground covered with a white cloth.

Yan's father and mother had been carried out of the bedroom on a stretcher The flies smelled blood and buzzed around the corpse excitedly.

Yan Zijin trembled and uncovered the corner of the white cloth with both hands, looked at his parents wearing the mask of Yama, put down the white cloth dizzily, and realized in his heart that they had been cut off their facial features and limbs, covering their noses and mouths and crying miserably.

Yan Zijin rushed out of the house, clenched his fists and shouted angrily: "Living Hades, you have the ability to come to me, what kind of mischief is it to deal with my father and mother!"

Yan Zijin didn't scold until his throat was hoarse, then he slipped down the pillar, put a silent hand behind his back, and gently patted him on the shoulder.

Yan Zijin looked at Jiang Shi, who also lost her parents, through her swollen eyes, hugged her slender waist, red eyes, and promised solemnly in her ear: "I will definitely avenge you and my parents, catch the living Hades, and break them into thousands of pieces!"

"Hmm." Jiang Shi patted him on the back, leaning weakly in his arms, in a place where no one could see it, her eyes were charming, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of her lips......

Mu Yun caused a lot of trouble because of the matter of the living Hades, but it did not affect the Northern Han at all.

Han Qing absentmindedly pointed to the fireworks streets and alleys in the south of the city, and introduced to Baili Creek beside him: "This is the highest-grade green building in the Northern Cold - Moonlight Pavilion."

Bailixi shook the white jade fan in his hand, wrapped his long arm around Han Qing's shoulder, who was about to leave, and said with a wink: "At night, I invite you to come here in a chic and chic?"

"Not interested." Han Qing glanced at the deserted façade that had not yet opened, shook off his restless hand, and said boringly. He didn't heal his phobia and hugged any woman!

"Another day, I'll go to this good place by myself." Bailixi felt a little regretful when he heard that Han Qing couldn't accompany him, and when he thought of the nightlife in the future, he was overjoyed in a blink of an eye.

Bailixi has always been keen to go to lively places, which does not conform to his appearance as a cold boy at all, and Han Qing has long understood his temperament.

"Whatever you want, I'm going back to sleep." Han Qing didn't sleep well when he returned to the cage, endured his sleepiness, and listlessly took off his unruly hand again and said.

These days, Han Qing trains troops during the day, deals with government affairs in the court, and is in the research institution at night, and has made progress in recent days, even eating and drinking in the cabinet of the institution, and his energy is really exhausted after sleeping all night.

Han Qing didn't sleep all night at the research institute last night, and not long after he lay down, he was dragged out of the quilt by Baili Creek, who was excited to visit the city, and reluctantly accompanied him to an area in the south of the city.

"Go to sleep with me." Bailixi saw the dark circles under Han Qing's eyes, and finally found the invitation in his conscience and said.

"No, I don't." Han Qing walked towards the north of the city with his back to him, and refused without thinking.

Han Qing just wanted to occupy Murong Bai's bed right now, which was soft and warm in winter and soft and cool in summer.

"Are you looking for Murong Bai again?" Bai Lixi stared at Han Qing's departing figure and asked seriously.

After he came to Beihan, he heard a lot of rumors, saying that Han Qing raised Murong Bai in Chenguang Pavilion, and stepped down from Qimen Dunjia to protect his lover, and the two of them turned the phoenix night and night.

He broke the Qimen Dunjia laid by Han Qing in the morning, and entered the courtyard, and the things in the Chenguang Xuan were in pairs, and the lives of Han Qing and Murong Bai had already been integrated, and the atmosphere was private and ambiguous.

"That's right!" Han Qing admitted without thinking, and now he just wanted to go back and drink a bowl of herbal tea that Murong Bai poured for him.

Murong Bai has high requirements for the details and quality of life, and is very considerate to him, Han Qing regrets very much in his heart, Murong Bai is not a woman, otherwise he would definitely marry home.

"Hua Lang'er, are you in love with Murong Bai?" Bailixi's expression was serious.

"Of course." Love this friend. Han Qing yawned and said naturally.

"Hua Lang'er, Murong Bai is very dangerous, he doesn't look at you right, you can't get close." Baili Creek warned seriously.

"It's more dangerous than you." Han Qing paused, turned around and laughed at his thief heart. He regards Bailixi as a brother, but Bailixi wants to be a brother.

"I admit that I will not change my heart for you, but now that you have a home, I just want to be by your side. I will not cross the line of morality and insert the feelings of your husband and wife without shame.

However, Murong Bai is different, he unscrupulously intervenes in your married life, occupies your private space, occupies your feelings, and your intimacy is far more than that of friends, which is a very dangerous thing. ”

Bailixi dug his heart and lungs with every word, Han Qing didn't take it seriously at all, and said complacently: "I'm happy!" You're just jealous of what Murong Bai can get, what you don't have. ”

Bai Lixi sighed faintly, shook the white jade fan lightly, and sang to Han Qingdi's back: "Death and life are broad, talk to Zicheng." Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son. Yu is broad, not I live. Yu Xun Xi, I don't believe it. ”

Han Qing heard the clear and pure voice behind him, and sang faintly, thinking resentfully in his heart: "Hmph! I also want to win my sympathy, I knew why I had to do it in the first place. ”

Before Han Qing reached the door of the princess's mansion, there was a boy in a black lotus suit, pacing anxiously outside the red gate, and when he looked up and saw him, his eyes immediately lit up, and he ran forward and cried and said:

"Han Yuma, you can be counted as coming back, the Holy Son has been on hunger strike for the past few days, and he has not taken a drop of water for three days, he is now weak, I am afraid that something will happen to the Holy Son if it goes on like this, please persuade him."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier." Han Qing's heroic thin eyebrows couldn't help frowning, the phobia of women in his body hadn't been solved yet! How could Fan Moya die!

Han Qing quickly entered the mansion, led a horse, and without waiting for the believers to follow, he drove quickly towards the Holy Son's mansion.

Han Qing violently broke into the Holy Son Pavilion, pushed the door in, and asked loudly at the person lying on the bed, "I heard that you are looking for death?"

Fan Moya closed his eyes and didn't answer this uninvited guest, and lay on the bed and hugged Lianxin.

"You can die, but first get rid of my phobia!" Han Qing lifted the quilt on his body, grabbed his collar brutally and said.

"You're here for this?" Fan Moya opened his eyes slowly, his thick black eyelashes, and his silver eyes were silent, as if a person who had seen through the world was about to leave.

"That's right, I heard from your men that you were going to starve yourself, and you promised me last time that I would be relieved of my phobia." Han Qing looked at the young man in front of him who had thin cheeks and lost his fighting spirit, and gritted his teeth and said resentfully.

"Since I promised, I will untie it for you, and you can let me go." Fan Moya looked at him with silver eyes and said calmly and sincerely.

"No, you have to untie it for me today, otherwise if you die, who will untie it for me." Han Qing looked at his pale skin that had lost its luster and threatened irritably. The person he hates the most in his life is the one who commits suicide!

"Okay." Fan Moya replied calmly, and Han Qing let go of his collar.

"You close your eyes." Fan Moya leaned against the head of the bed and said calmly.

"You look like a ghost, can you relieve my phobia?" Han Qing looked at his weak appearance, didn't close his eyes for a long time, and questioned unceremoniously.

"Undo the spell on your body, you can." Fan Moya didn't care about his nonsense, and smiled tolerantly, as if he was a high-ranking monk.

"I don't believe you, if you faint from hunger halfway, I didn't come for nothing." Han Qing raised his eyebrows, clasped his hands and said arrogantly.

Fan Moya had no choice but to compromise with this big Buddha and said: "Since this is the case, I will drink some porridge and accumulate physical strength to relieve the spell for you."

The boy who was waiting outside the door pushed the door in happily and brought the minced meat and vegetable porridge that had been boiled a long time ago.

Fan Moya smelled the fragrant porridge, and a feeling of being jointly trapped by someone rose, and then shook his head again, where would Han Qing care if he lived or died.

I just wish he was dead, and now I rushed over so urgently because I was afraid that something would happen to him, and no one would undo the curse on his body.

Under Han Qing's surveillance, Fan Moya honestly ate a few mouthfuls of the porridge fed by the boy, then pushed away the dishes and chopsticks and ordered: "I don't want to eat, you can serve it."

The boy looked at Han Qing who was standing behind him with his sleeves in embarrassment.

Han Qing raised his hand to take the hot porridge in the boy's hand, waved his hand and said, "Okay, you leave the porridge and go."

When the boy saw Han Qing coming out, he happily shook his hand and left happily, Fan Moya shook his head helplessly.

"Open your mouth!" Han Qing scooped a spoonful of porridge and handed it to his mouth, ordering with a stinky face.

Fan Moya knew that if he didn't break the spell today, Han Qing was afraid that the Holy Son's Mansion would be restless, so he could only obey him, hoping to send this big Buddha away as soon as possible.

Han Qing said narcissistically while feeding: "Are you deliberately on a hunger strike to bring me over, trying to use this kind of conspiracy to win my sympathy and make me like you."

Fan Moya was speechless for Han Qing's self-righteousness, and he couldn't cry or laugh in his heart.

Han Qing looked at him, lowered his eyes and looked silent, unable to understand his thoughts, and called his name with some annoyance: "Are you thinking about conspiracy again?"

Fan Moya shook his head quietly, his eyes were calm, and he smiled slightly.

"Heh, the pretending master is quite similar, it's really a god!" Han Qing didn't like his masterly appearance, and said sarcastically mercilessly.

Han Qing scolded ten sentences, and Fan Moya didn't defend a word, which made Han Qing feel like he was punching his fist into the cotton.

"I can't eat it." Fan Moya said softly.

Han Qing saw that the porridge was almost at the bottom of the bowl, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and his tone was slightly softer, as if he was persuading a little brother: "The last two bites, eat them."

Fan Moya obediently opened his mouth and ate cooperatively, Han Qing put down the dishes and chopsticks, and asked casually, "How is your body recovering?"

"I'm naturally resilient, and after a while, I'll have no problem getting off the ground." Fan Moya is a doctor himself, and he knows his body very well, and he confessed.

"Hmm. I've found a famous doctor who specializes in bone injuries, and I'll call him tomorrow to take a look at you. Han Qing chatted like an ordinary person, and his tone was arrogant and arrogant, and there was no trace at this moment.

"Okay." Fan Moya replied quietly.

"Forget it, look at your pitiful appearance, I'm leaving, and you'll unravel the spell for me tomorrow." Han Qing didn't wait for Fan Moya to speak, he stood up and left.

Fan Moya looked at his back in a hurry when he left, slightly surprised by the concerned words, and a hundred thousand warmth rose in his eyes.

Actually, that's pretty good......