Yan Zhiqing and Yan Zhiru walked side by side, both of them were taciturn. They hadn't seen each other for a long time and wanted to tell them, but now they don't know how to speak.

"It's late at night, go back and rest." Yan Zhiqing took the lead in breaking the silent atmosphere.

Yan Zhiru's mouth curled a light curve, and his voice was so low that he could hardly hear it: "How many times have you said this to Azhu?"

Yan Zhiqing didn't hear it, just thought it was a breeze blowing by.

Yan Ranjin caught this sentence, and she touched her chin and thought to herself: "You still have to start with Aunt Zhu, otherwise the joke in her mother's heart would not disappear, and Dad would still be unable to deal with her mother."

Yan Zhiru accelerated her pace, and Yan Zhiqing hurriedly caught up with her figure.

After both of them entered the room and closed the door, Yan Ranjin gestured to Yan Xuanchu and signaled that he could do it.

Yan Xuanchu quickly formed seals with both hands, silently chanted spells, and set up a formation so that the two people in the room could not get out.

Yan Ranjin opened the bottle and sealed her sense of smell, allowing the fragrance of rouge tears to enter the room.

Yan Xuanchu also sealed his acupoints. He knew clearly the effect of Rouge Tears. No matter how high your cultivation is, as long as you don’t have an antidote, you will temporarily lose your cultivation if you encounter this medicine. Unless you are tempted by others, the properties of this medicine cannot be eliminated.

"Oh, I forgot that the smell can spread to Bing Xuan's room. Guan Wanguan is still young and can't do this. Let's go first. Brother, please help me."

Yan Ranjin suddenly remembered something and left.

Yan Xuanchu sighed. He took out another small porcelain bottle and added some ingredients. The effect of rouge tears is probably not good.

Yan Zhiqing suddenly smelled a strange fragrance, and his heart was filled with a wake-up call, and he quickly closed his sense of smell, but there was still a trace of fragrance sucked into his nose.

Yan Zhiru's reaction was half a beat slower, but she also smelled the strange fragrance.

"You smelled it too?" Yan Zhiru asked, wondering if the fragrance was brought to Yan Zhiqing.

"Well, it came from the roof." Yan Zhiqing looked up at the roof, but could not find any trace.

Yan Xuanchu disappeared from the roof, he no longer looked at what would happen next, he knew that everything would develop as he wanted.

"Open the window." Yan Zhiru pressed down on the heat in her body. She knew very clearly that she had been given medicine, but the problem was that the joke in her heart did not disappear, so she still couldn't face Yan Zhiqing calmly.

Yan Zhiqing walked towards the window and was about to touch the window, but his fingers were bounced back.

"The formation was set up."

When Yan Zhiru heard this, a hint of bitterness appeared in her heart, and she was actually plotted against by her son.

Her eyebrows and eyes were full of determination, and she took out a dagger from the space and scratched the lotus arm.

Yan Zhiqing was still looking for a way to break the formation. When she turned around, she saw Yan Zhiru's face turned pale and blood was flowing on her arms.

He decisively gave up looking for a way, hugged Yan Zhiru tightly, and his deep soul power was continuously input into Yan Zhiru's body.

Yan Zhiru wanted to push Yan Zhiqing away, but she found that her strength seemed to have disappeared.

Yan Zhiqing panicked Yan Zhiru's wound and couldn't help but blame: "How can you do such a stupid thing?"

Yan Zhiru's face was very pale, and even his smile was weak: "No need, we have all been given aphrodisiacs."

It was just right, and the effect of the medicine in Yan Zhiqing's body began to occur. It was not so fast, but he used his soul power to accelerate the effect of the medicine.

"Stop like..."

He couldn't help but kiss Yan Zhiru's lips. He thought of her for more than two thousand years, and now he can finally taste her beauty again.

Yan Zhiru gave up on resistance. She was too lazy to even block her sense of smell. Anyway, she was all his people, so it was not bad for this time.

When he was confused and confused, Yan Zhiru could still know clearly what he said and did.

The bed tent was put down to conceal the beautiful picture.
Chapter completed!