Death Spell

Chapter 181

When Anya left, the sky had already darkened, and the burning clouds in the sky were so beautiful that people stopped, and all these beauties were temporarily far away from the figure that gradually disappeared in the courtyard.

In the room, Jiang You was recuperating her body, thirteen Gu needles were pierced on Xuan Luo's back, a red line appeared under the beautiful butterfly bone.

"Wuyang, the last time." Jiang You's voice was rarely cold to Xuan Luo, "You really can't use the magic trick anymore, the broken heart Gu has returned to your heart."

Xuan Luo tilted his head, and the corners of his bloodless lips curled up: "Where do I have a chance to use it? After a while, please tell Yinchuan that I want to go back to Dry City in advance."

"Did you agree with Anya to save that person?"

Xuan Luo glanced at Jiang You, raised his eyebrows slightly: "You disagree?"

"You should know that I don't kill them because of you, but I can't do it because of them betraying the Lord." Jiang You has his own principles, but looking at the pair of eyes that insist on such, he lowered his eyebrows: "Unless ...You can hurt me so that I can't stop you."

"Jiang You..."

"I'm going to pull out the needle. If the Gu blood can be released with the first few needles, your pain will be relieved, so bear with it." Jiang You interrupted what Xuan Luo was going to say, seeing that she was ready to bear the pain Mentally prepared, proceeded to pull out the first needle.

She could clearly feel Xuan Luo's body trembling, and she didn't understand why someone would be so crazy because of their feelings, that they could even give up their lives.

She put herself through so much pain just to not want to hurt that cop.

Can feelings be used as an anesthetic?

But when Jiang You pulled out the No.12 needle, and Xuan Luo Ruxue's skin still did not overflow with black blood, her brows were unconsciously drawn together.

And Xuan Luo couldn't bear the heart-piercing pain long ago, he snorted, and then panted heavily, his cold skin was covered with a layer of cold sweat.

"The last one, if the black blood doesn't come out, I will do it again tomorrow." And Jiang You also knows that if the blood doesn't come out from this shot, the pain can almost make Xuan Luo faint.

The pulled out Gu needle was pinched between Jiang You's fingers, and a smear of blood flowed out under the skin. Although the process was painful, there was no need to suffer again.

"It's fine for the time being." Jiang You stood up and put away the Gu needles, then turned around and waited for Xuan Luo to change her clothes.

Xuan Luo's face was as white as a sheet of paper, she propped herself up and put on her coat, and landed on the ground barefoot, running water behind the screen, she wanted to take a bath.

"Tomorrow, we will go back."

Jiang You glanced at the screen, turned and left without saying a word.

Xuan Luo's body was soaked in the cold wooden bathtub, staring at the red thread that she had wrapped around her palm again, the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

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On the other side of the yard, Sang Xie bought the boiled shrimp and steamed fish that Le Wenyao likes to eat from outside. Seeing that the girl looked happy whenever she saw the food, she was really envious.

"Wen Yao definitely doesn't like the food I cook." Sang Xie held her chin, her lips curled up slightly: "But it's okay...we will leave here tomorrow, and you can eat whatever you want by then."

"Are we going out tomorrow? Find the person who can lift the curse on the sorceress?" Le Wenyao put a crystal clear shrimp in his mouth, chewed it carefully, and asked, "Where is it?"

Sitting aside, Anya nodded with a calm expression: "I made a divination, and the divination showed that the old man is in the southeast direction, but I don't know exactly where."

"Then shall we drive or fly?" Le Wenyao said, and put another shrimp in his mouth, eating with relish.

"If it's up to you, let's drive," Anya said.

"Then... isn't it that you haven't seen the forensic sister?" Le Wenyao stared at Anya, puzzled, "Don't you want to see her?"

"Actually, they have already met." Sang Xie reminded in a low voice.

Le Wenyao blinked: "When?"

"Just when you were drunk and sound asleep, Ya made Tang and Song a bowl of noodles." Sang Xie responded.

"Hey!" Le Wenyao looked dissatisfied, as if she had missed something very important, "I knew it was a mistake to drink, so I will definitely not drink next time."

Sang Xie showed an expression that I just looked at it.

"My current body is indeed not suitable for seeing her, so treat me better." Anya's tone was a little heavy. She either didn't want to see Tang Song, or she wanted to see this person too much. Besides, she couldn't see her. She was worried that she would not be able to control her emotions. mood.

It is said that if you cannot see the world, you will not feel the hatred and hatred of the world.

But for Anya, she has long been used to seeing the world with these eyes, and understanding their hearts with these eyes, but now... she can't see, so she realizes how disturbed her heart is.

How terrible it is to depend on.

Le Wenyao saw that Anya was in a daze. Although she didn't understand the reason, she knew that what the witches and witches wanted to do had their reasons.

"I'll make arrangements in a moment. After all, the current S city is more dangerous for me. Guo Fan is looking for me and Wu Wenhao like crazy, but the contract will be formed soon, and some things should be settled." Although Le Wenyao disdains those things The shady tricks of the market also have their own plans.

"I'm also a little puzzled about this matter." Sang Xie raised her eyebrows and asked, with a hint of curiosity, "I've never worried about Wen Yao's safety. How did that kid escape from the Guo family's sight?"

"Guo Fan actually wanted to kidnap Wu Wenhao's mother. Fortunately, Wu Wenhao had already picked her up when he went..." Le Wenyao raised his shoulders, "But in my opinion, the most dangerous place is the safest place. The place."

Sang Xie looked at Le Wenyao with admiration.

Anya also nodded in agreement: "They went to see his mother, so naturally they won't go again, they just need to change the room, or...Wu Wenhao did pick up a woman, it doesn't matter who it is. Relatively speaking, there Indeed, the safest and most anxious person is Guo Fan, the more you give him answers to everything, the less he will know where to go."

"That's right, my title of Yu-Gi-Oh isn't for nothing." Le Wenyao looked confident.

Sang Xie and Anya laughed without saying a word.

At night, Xuan Luo, dressed in simple clothes, walked across the courtyard to Tang and Song's room under the cold moonlight and white snow on the bluestone slab.

From afar, she saw a figure sitting by the window, staring at the plum blossoms in the courtyard in a daze.

"Aren't you going to rest so late?" Xuan Luo asked before entering the room.

Tang Song looked at the approaching figure, smiled faintly, reached out and took away the stick from the window, closed the plain paper window sash, and said to Xuan Luo who entered the room: "The plum blossoms reflecting the moonlight are like blood, When I looked at it, I felt a little dazed unconsciously."

"Then why close the window?"

"I see that your complexion is not good, it's better not to catch a cold." Tang Song said and sat on the wooden chair, "It's so late, what can I do for you?"

The room was very warm because of the charcoal fire.

Xuan Luo sat across from Tang Song, "They said you didn't eat much today, so I'll come and see if you feel unwell. If you're not sleepy, I'll chat with you to relieve boredom."

Hearing what Xuan Luo said, Tang Song filled the iron pot with water and placed it on top of the charcoal, picked up the iron tongs on the side and stirred the charcoal in the stove.

"I don't know what's wrong with me. There's always a buzzing sound in my ears, which disturbs me." Although Tang Song said so, his expression didn't take it seriously, and he continued: "Actually, I'm not bored at all here, but I'm not bored at all. The people here are a bit curious. I was thinking just now... Maybe I know them all, because I don't remember anything, and maybe they are sad and angry with me."

Tang Song thought of Anya's "again". Could it be that her memory has been like this more than once?

Xuan Luo looked at Tang Song's neat movements and steady tone of voice, but from her expression, she felt a little unsteady.

She understood what Tang Song meant.

It turns out that memory is really not important to a person.Because that deep-rooted feeling has long been imprinted in my heart.

Unless this heart is taken away, no matter how anyone erases the memory, there is no way to eradicate it.

"So what's your decision?"

"Decision?" Tang Song put down the iron tongs, took out a pack of tea leaves from the wooden cabinet, poured the tea leaves into the iron pot, started to cook the tea, put the lid on the teapot again, and turned the charcoal fire with the iron tongs, thinking Xuan Luo's question lowered her eyes. She was silent for a long time before slowly raising her head, "Before I make a decision, what I most want to find out is not my relationship with them and what happened. I want to know, I Why can't I remember anything?"

"What happens after you know?"

"I remember someone told me that there must be a cause and effect in everything. I have to find the cause before I know why there is today's effect." Tang Song sighed and shook his head: "What I am most worried about now is the cause. I got up...but I don't remember anything, so I won't be able to face this fruit."

Xuan Luo looked at Tang Song, savoring her words carefully, the corners of her lips raised unconsciously.

I finally understood why the woman in front of me has been liked and obsessed by Anya, not only because of the relationship with the host, but also not entirely because of the compassion of the doctor.

It is the understanding and tolerance of everything, which is not something everyone can do.

The most important thing is that the Tang and Song Dynasties in front of her gave Xuan Luo the illusion that although she didn't remember anything, it was her who was truly complete.

"What's the matter?" Tang Song noticed the fluctuation in Xuan Luo's vision, and asked, "I see that your complexion is pale, are you sick?"

The boiling hot water in the teapot overflowed onto the charcoal fire, making a squeaking sound, Xuan Luo looked away from Tang Song's body, wrapped the hot tea in a cotton cloth and poured it into a teacup.

"I feel a little uncomfortable, so I came here to tell you, we will go back tomorrow." The strong tea fragrance instantly filled the whole room.

Tang Song held the teacup, smelled it, sipped the tea carefully, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is it tomorrow morning?"

Xuan Luo pinched the teacup, raised her eyebrows and said, "Reluctance?"

"No." Tang Song glanced at the moonlight coming in from the window, remembered the white figure, subconsciously lowered his brows, and smiled calmly: "It's okay to go back, I always feel that Qi'er is very worried about me."