Author: Luo Wuxiao

It was already dawn, and the hazy morning mist was lingering around the entire Fuyuan Tower. The gloomy air was floating in a radius of hundreds of miles, and the darkness was like a layer of silver-gray gauze.

In the center of the imperial city, it became increasingly dead and cold.

Seen from a distance like this, it looks particularly mysterious and terrifying.

Shen Tang fell out of Fuyuan Tower and walked down from the nine-story platform step by step.

If it weren't for the few silver-white begonia flowers embroidered on the corners of the black skirt, her whole figure would almost blend into the dark mist.

The soaked dress clung tightly to her body, outlining her thin but exquisite figure.

The cold wind blew up, lifting the corners of her skirt, and quickly dried the robe attached to her body.

A red hair tie was loosely held up half of her head full of black hair. The hair was flying, covering most of her face. There was no extra expression on her beautiful little face, and there was a touch of red at the end of her eyes, like a bloodthirsty murderer. The god of death.

In the darkness, Shen Tangluo's looming face looked extremely cold, and there was an elusive danger lurking in her peach blossom eyes.

At this time, there were many souls gathered outside Fuyuan Tower who were unable to pass away, but in fact there were not many violent souls.

They seemed to be attracted by some special force and lingered, stirring up quite a bit of wind and mist.

Shen Tangluo just thought it was caused by the evil spirit in the underground palace under the tower, without thinking deeply, he glanced coldly.

The moment he raised his eyes again, he flipped his fingers, formed seals and drew talismans, and laid out a ghost command talisman.

In an instant, dozens of black and red runes flew and rotated in the void. They seemed messy and disorderly, but in fact they were arranged in an orderly manner, hiding mysteries.

In just a short moment, all the souls wandering outside Fuyuan Tower were trapped in ghost dreams.

In this world, there are so many souls with no way out of reincarnation. Why can't she see the figure she wants to see?

A burst of red wind and mist swirled up, and the black shadow completely disappeared...

No one knows what happened in the tower that night.

*

Jun Yanchu was shameless and stayed in the Nine Princes' Mansion all night regardless of his status. He stayed up until dawn with his eyes closed.

He heard last night that Jun Yunsi had returned to the capital and entered the palace without even touching the dinner, so he hurried over to guard him.

But unexpectedly, after waiting for several hours, there was no news that Jun Yunsi had returned home.

He really couldn't sit still, no matter how many times Yan Buwen persuaded him, he almost turned the Nine Princes' Mansion upside down, but he didn't even see Jun Yunsi's shadow.

Yan Buwen knew in his heart that King Yan would not give up until his lord was brought back to detoxify Miss Lian, and he was unwilling to waste any more words.

So, in the end, he just let it go and went to the main hall to find Shen Tangluo, hoping to give her the medicine ordered by his lord.

But after he knocked on the door and waited for a long time, no one in the hall responded. Yan Buwen's heart skipped a beat and he finally realized something was wrong.

When I opened the door, there was no one inside.

Ever since he saw the heart and soul lamp worn on Shen Tangluo's left wrist, Yan Buwen knew very clearly that the young palace master of Xuanling Palace and his lord had a very deep connection, and there was no room for any mistakes.

However, Jun Yunsi was not at the house, and his whereabouts were unknown and unable to report, so he could only send out a part of the shadow guards to look for him.

Until dawn, nothing was found.

At this time, Yan Buyen had a gloomy face and was hurriedly walking out of the house, but unexpectedly, he was stopped directly by Jun Yanchu.

"Yan Bu asked, where did Jun Yunsi go? You tell me his whereabouts, and I will look for him myself."

Jun Yanchu stayed up all night, his sleepy face was filled with deep displeasure, and he yawned continuously.

Yan Buwen took a step back, clasped his fists in salute, and said the same words as last night, but his face obviously lost his patience, "Back to Your Highness, King Yan, I don't know where my master has gone or when he will return. Your Highness, why don't you suffer here?"

It’s better to go back and rest.”

After saying that, he turned sideways, passed Jun Yanchu, and was about to continue walking. He was still anxious to go out to find someone.

Jun Yanchu had been waiting for a while, and when he was unwilling to give up, he stretched out his hand to stop him. His words could not help but have a hint of threat, "Yan Buwen, if you don't answer my question, believe it or not, I will treat you as a disrespectful person."

crime."

Yan Buwen was about to open his mouth when a cold voice came over.

"I didn't expect that the majestic prince would use his power to oppress others in broad daylight. Jun Yanchu, are you really unable to hear, or are you pretending to be deaf?"
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