Yu Bieye knew what she was asking.

A few incense sticks ago, they were still painting the top of Tangshan Mountain.

After he said those words of belief, she took Yu Bieye's arm that was trapped in the word formation with one hand and stepped on the door of Youmeng Gallery. While the bells were ringing all over the mountain, there were also layers of spiritual patterns floating under her feet.

It protrudes and overlaps with the formation of trapped characters on the mountain gate.

With one kick, the first layer of imprisonment broke.

The second pin is all the connections that will be imprisoned next.

Just when Yu Bieye thought Ningchan was going to kick him again, she pushed his entire body against Youmeng's door in the gallery with her backhand!

The wandering light of the spirit pattern array surrounded and illuminated the two of them. Yu Bieye's eyes widened in astonishment, and he took a step forward in concentration.

The distance between the two people was very close, and he saw her standing calmly in front of him. The sweet and decadent fragrance of the sea of ​​flowers in the air was obviously very strong, but at this moment, Yu Bieye felt that he could only smell it.

The smell from her body.

He couldn't describe it. It vaguely felt like the fragrance of flowers, but it reminded him of the freshness of springs in the mountains and forests. It was a kind of tranquility that could soothe all his anxious emotions.

The most important thing is that he can feel that even though Yu Hualan of Zhuque Wuji is about to climb Huatang Mountain and is very likely to break them here, her mood is still stable.

It's a kind of stability that's so contagious that people can't help but believe it.

Yu Bieye's brows gradually relaxed. He lowered his eyes and looked at the top of Ningchan's hair, letting her press him against the door and not move.

He also allowed the light of the spiritual pattern formation to completely surround the two of them.

The moment he looked up, he saw the figure of Yu Hualan, who had become a little unreal.

It is not Yu Hulan who is illusory, but himself.

Because in the next moment, they were back in the courtyard of Ningchan's residence, and there was even Duan Chongming's drunken shouts coming from the next door, as if the previous encounter at Huatang Mountain was just a late-night dream.

Yubie looked at Ningchan.

In order to create an atmosphere of being disturbed while sleeping, he watched helplessly as she ruffled all the hair on her head as soon as she landed on the ground, glanced at him, said nothing, and walked out aggressively, changing her face so fast that he was amazed.

She is full of life, lovely and wanton.

Completely different from him.

To be honest, he still doesn't know what kind of person she is.

I don't even know the purpose of what she did.

But he knew that he would think of the corners of her lips that briefly curved towards him in the snow under Huatang Mountain.

He wanted to see that smile again.

No... maybe not just once.

So he didn't look away, but said seriously: "Senior sister, everything she did was to save me. What can't I believe?"

Ning Chan leaned forward, raised a finger and pressed it on Yu Bieye's forehead: "Save you? Are you so sure? What if I just want to kill you?"

The light of spiritual magic lit up from her fingertips.

The skin between Yu Bieye's brows began to become hot, and the gaze was a bit dazzling. Yu Bieye's eyes were so painful that he even burst into tears uncontrollably.

But he didn't hide.

Yu Bieye still sat upright on the spot, looking at Ningchan for a moment: "If senior sister wants to kill me... I will be right here."

Ningchan stared at him for a long time, then laughed suddenly, retracted his fingers, stood up and looked at him condescendingly: "Then you'd better remember what you said today."

After a pause, he said again.

"Who is your senior sister?"

After saying that, she walked away without looking back.

The door slammed shut.

Yubie was still sitting where he was.

The dew was deep and cold, but he seemed unaware. The night was already dark, but it was only after a long time that he raised his hand and pressed it between Ningchan's eyebrows that he had just touched.

The touch of her fingertips was no longer on the skin.

He lowered his eyes and removed all the expressions in his eyes.

It seemed that she didn't fully believe what he said just now.

But she didn't expose his intentions.

He didn't tell the truth, but he didn't lie to her either.

He has questions to ask.

But he did believe her.

——At least at that moment.

He wanted to know how Ning Chan was able to combine the trapped character array on the door with the new spirit array he had sketched out in such a simple way. He simply borrowed the momentum of the Tangshan Formation and turned it into a short-lived teleportation spell.

array.

But he was really willing to be pressed against the door by her in an unexplainable manner, and allowed himself to fall into the unknown end point ahead with her.

So just now... there was no change in the spiritual light under her hand.

In the room, Ning Chan was also looking at his fingertips.

What she landed on Yu Bieye's eyebrows was not a killing move, but a spiritual method to identify the truth.

The inch between the eyebrows is one of the most vulnerable places. It is a good place to identify the truth. By observing the shape and color of the spirit, you can distinguish the true from the false.

The fluctuations in spiritual energy have not changed.

The luster on her fingertips has not changed either.

Yu Bieye did not tell lies, so he had a clear conscience.

But she didn't think he was telling the truth either.

Ning Chan raised his hand, took out a hairpin from his messy hair, threw it on the table, and then laughed self-deprecatingly.

Hasn't he actually remained the same in his past life and this life? Hasn't he always been the same person?

I have never lied to her, but I have never been honest either.

It was only now that she saw it clearly.

Ning Chan glanced at the silhouette outside the window, withdrew his gaze and fell on the bed.

The continuous use of her spiritual veins caused great damage to her. Although the integrity of the Xuanwu veins was preserved and it would not have any impact on the subsequent arena competition, the two spiritual veins of Suzaku and Baihu had already entered a state of withering and sleeping.

It's not harmful at all, but it's just that she can't bear the thought of forcing so much spiritual energy into her body and then exhausting it, repeating the process twice.

Before falling into a deep sleep, Ning Chan vaguely thought of Yu Huilan's seemingly casual glance.

Although Duan Chongming accidentally blocked him, Ningchan knew to some extent...

Yu Hulan saw the last moment she took Yu Bieye away.

At least I saw her back.

Even just now, Yu Hualan should have felt the fluctuation of Yu Bieye's spiritual energy here.

But he didn't do anything, even his eyes just fell on Zhu Wanzhao. It was as if he was sure that he had absolute control over Yu Bieye, and more like he didn't care about Yu Bieye.

Ning Chan's thoughts were chaotic. Before he could fully sort out what happened that day, he couldn't help but close his eyes.

But a long night of dreams ushered in.

In the dream, she turned into a small flower of unknown species.

As the sun rose and set, a spiritual light dimly lit up from the top of her head. She seemed to grow day by day, gradually turning into a small bud, and gaining more perceptions.

The moment she could see clearly, a childish voice sounded in front of her.

"Auntie, what kind of flower is this? It's so beautiful, why have I never seen it before?"

"This is the sixth flower." A gentle and smiling voice rang: "If Aye likes it, you can come and talk to the little flower every day, water the little flower, and take good care of it, so that it will be like Aye.

Grow up well."

Ning Chan's vision became clear.

In front of him was the beautiful and fair face of a little boy.

The little boy's pupils are extremely dark, like beautiful obsidian, shining with curiosity and joy. The whites of his eyes are also a little light blue. His skin is extremely white, and his black hair falls down smoothly and is tied neatly with a red rope at the back of his head.

He stood up, wearing a moon-white straight robe that was very brand new. He looked serious, but his childish nature was revealed because of the joy in his eyes.

"Really?" The little boy named Aye turned his head and looked up. The dress beside him was a light blue dress as gentle as water, which was as sweet as the voice.

It's a pity that Ningchan's sight could only be limited to an area that was not as high as the little boy's chest, so he could see the little boy's face. It was only because he was bent over that he couldn't clearly see the appearance of the people around him.

"Of course." The woman smiled and rubbed the top of the little boy's hair: "This is Aye's first good friend since arriving in her new home."

The little boy's eyes were even more excited. He came closer to Ningchan again, looked at her carefully for a long time, then raised a finger and carefully touched her branches and leaves.
To be continued...