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Bai Lin didn't ask him where he went.Just checking over and over again that he was intact.Ruan Qingjue couldn't help but want to piss people off when he saw him, but she was afraid that he would turn his back on him, so she had to endure it.

Bai Lin finally withdrew his gaze and said, "The illness in the city has been curbed a bit, but it can't quench my thirst. I have to find the person who spread the virus and ask him about it."

"Even if the other party is a god?" Ruan Qingjue asked.

"I want to know whether the gods are going after the father or the whole Chen Dynasty. If it's the former, I can do it myself without bothering the gods. If it's the latter..." Bai Lin's eyes flashed with a hint of viciousness.In fact, if it is really because of the former, the gods will generally let humans kill each other.

Such a big fight must be because of the latter.

"What are you going to do?" Although Bai Lin was not the commander in chief, he was as disobedient as that person.Ruan Qingjue guessed in his mind what he was thinking, this person probably wanted people to block the killing, and the Buddha blocked the killing of the Buddha.

His expression became more serious, Bai Lin suddenly put his hand on his forehead, and said, "Have you lost your fever?"

Ruan Qingjue was taken aback for a moment, and let his hand rest on his forehead, verifying repeatedly.

Why did his fever go away?

This is definitely not the credit of the bowl of medicine with ingredients.If you really have to speculate, it is only possible that he healed himself, but why?

Where did he go?

Bai Lin's face showed undisguised joy, but Ruan Qingjue's eyes dimmed. There were so many things he didn't understand, how could he tell others what he didn't understand?

He suddenly raised his head, the foreground was changing rapidly, the stars were turning around, and the life and death of the world were changing, endlessly.

There was a stabbing pain in his head, and he fell backward into Bai Lin's arms.

Bai Lin caught him, but his whole body was as cold as a stone statue, without making a sound.

The foreground finally freezes, and the person behind him suddenly disappears and reappears in front of the door, walking towards the courtyard, saying to Wu Wu beside him, "This is the residence of the murderer Fan Yun. Someone found a brush similar to the murder weapon here before."

There was only one dead tree in the desolate courtyard, a shadow came out from behind the tree and stabbed at Bai Lin.

Ruan Qingjue raised the sword and drew a sword aura, cutting the brush into two pieces.Finally, all things awakened from the colorlessness, and the sound also recovered at this time.

The shadow hunched over, was hit by the sword energy just now and fell to the ground, a handful of white papers fell from the sky, and the man took the opportunity to escape.

"That person was Fan Yun just now?" Bai Lin just blinked and found that Ruan Qingjue was habitually standing in front of him again, shielding him from all dangers.

He thought, why did Ruan Qingjue think that she would not hurt him?

"It should be." Ruan Qingjue casually picked up a piece of waste paper on the ground.The handwriting on the paper is vigorous and powerful, swaying freely, which is completely out of tune with the world, and forced to curl up in the thin paper.

When the autumn rain is even colder overnight, someone's family will smash the cold clothes at the first dawn.One poor and two white falling snow pens, when will I exchange for Jinhua clothes.Buying thin paper silently in the dark night, Wenbi sages are what he wants.This time the world is a lowly person, who knows that I am alone and sad?

"The literary talents are good, but it's a pity that he is a dead person." Bai Lin said lightly.There are countless pitiful people in this world, but he hates literati the most.

"How did you die?" It was someone like Ruan Qingjue who had been indifferent to the world for many years and who didn't work hard and didn't distinguish between grains and grains would pick up paper all over the floor with a curious look.

"He killed him, you can also understand that Emperor Changping killed him."

"Oh?" Ruan Qingjue stopped her movements, and sat down on the dusty table in the room, "Are you going to use this trick to force Emperor Wan Le to abdicate?"