At that time, the demon hadn't grown up yet.

Ever since Wuji came, Qiao Zhen has been haunting that question in his mind. According to Wuji, there is absolutely no possibility of him surviving, but he survived.

He thought about it, but he couldn't find out the reason why Yan Jinlan regained his sanity halfway.

When he was changing the dressing, Qiao Zhen looked at him eagerly, his little appearance was so obedient, it was completely different from last night.

Qiao Zhen glanced at him, and suddenly asked, "Why did you wake up suddenly last night?"

He felt that he couldn't find the reason, but maybe Yan Jinlan, the person involved, could find the reason.

Yan Jinlan shook her head, her expression looked extraordinarily cute: "I don't know, I woke up suddenly, and saw you bleeding a lot."

When talking about this matter, Yan Jinlan's rosy face turned pale in an instant, as if he was still blaming himself.

Qiao Zhen quickly comforted him: "Okay, don't be sad, I'm fine."

In the afternoon, Qiao Zhen was going to go to Yaowang Valley again. Thanks to the medicine Yan Jinlan made for him, except for a small wound on his neck that hadn't healed yet, his whole body had recovered.

When he was about to leave, Yan Jinlan grabbed his sleeve again.

In the past few days, he has clearly felt that Yan Jinlan's dependence on him seems to have increased a lot.Although he knew that this was a good sign, but occasionally he felt that the little guy was too clingy.

For example, at this moment, he said that he was going to deal with business and that he would be back soon, but Yan Jinlan was holding on to his sleeve tightly, refusing to let go.

He was about to say a few words of persuasion when he heard Yan Jinlan begging in a low voice: "Don't leave, okay?"

Qiao Zhen suddenly felt quite puzzled. Even if Yan Jinlan relied on him, he would not even let him out of the door. He bent slightly, looked straight into the little guy's eyes, and asked softly, "What's wrong with you?" ? I'm only going out for a while, and I'll be back soon."

Yan Jinlan pursed her mouth, as if she was about to cry, and asked sullenly, "Can't we go again tomorrow?"

From Qiao Zhen's point of view, there is really no difference between going tomorrow and going today. He doesn't understand why Yan Jinlan is so persistent, but in the end he was defeated by the crying voice and compromised.

The two of them stayed in the room, and it was really boring. Qiao Zhen always wanted to make Yan Jinlan grow up to be an upright and kind-hearted young man, and heard others say that practicing calligraphy can improve one's morality, so she got a set of pens and inks and began to teach Yan Jinlan Learn to write.

He wrote the three characters "Yan Jinlan" on the rice paper, and then told Yan Jinlan: "This is your name, please write it for me to see."

Yan Jinlan looked at those three words, his eyes shone with a strange light. No one had ever had the patience to teach him to write his own name. Looking at the three words written by this person, a feeling suddenly surged in his heart. It felt weird, like it was hot, and there was warmth flowing through it.

He imitated this person's appearance, writing stroke by stroke, and when he finished writing, he held his head up, as if seeking praise.

Qiao Zhen smiled and praised: "It's really good to be able to write like this for the first time."

Having received his praise, the little guy felt as if he had eaten honey, and was extraordinarily happy, and the phoenix eyes reflected a little bit of light.

Then he dipped a brush in ink and started to write again, but in the middle of writing, his movements suddenly stopped.

He stared at Qiao Zhen, and suddenly asked, "Where's your name?"

The people sent to him by Yan Tiancheng are all ants. The day they are sent here, they are doomed not to live long. Almost all the disciples in the magic palace have already acquiesced to this point, so he started from a At the beginning, I didn't ask the person's name.

Qiao Zhen was taken aback by Yan Jinlan's question. Now that he was facing someone else's face, he naturally couldn't tell Yan Jinlan his real name, so he made a nonsense: "My name is Ah Zheng, and my mother always wanted me to be an upright person. A kind person gave me such a name."

As he spoke, he wrote two words on the paper.

Yan Jinlan whispered: "Ah Zheng."

"But why did you enter the Demon Palace? Almost every disciple in the Demon Palace commits all kinds of evil."

Qiao Zhen was speechless for a moment. He just wanted to use this name to let Yan Jinlan remember the words "integrity and kindness". After a long period of subtle influence, Yan Jinlan became such a person, but he completely ignored the fact that he was in what a place.

"I'll tell you about this later, practice your calligraphy well and don't think so much."

Yan Jinlan was also very obedient, she said "Oh" obediently, and stopped talking.

In the next few days, Qiao Zhen urged Yan Jinlan to practice calligraphy every day, and Yan Jinlan's subordinate never appeared again. The dull days almost made Qiao Zhen forget the potential smile, until night, he took Yan Jinlan to see her Mozun's disciple walked in.

Qiao Zhen stood in front of that disciple unceremoniously, preventing him from going any further.

"Young Master Jinlan's illness is still not cured, so we have to wait for a few more days."

After the plague broke out in the Demon Palace, many disciples got sick and died one after another. Until now, this disciple still wears a mask on his face.

"Wait? Can't wait anymore. Those who contracted the plague are almost dead right now. The lord has ordered that if the young master Jinlan is not dead, then it is not a plague. He must come with me today."

Every time Yan Jinlan was taken away by Yan Tiancheng, he always suffered injuries all over his body, how could he let this person take Yan Jinlan away.

While thinking about countermeasures, Yan Jinlan came out. He stood in front of the man with a cold face, "I'll go with you!"

Without even thinking about it, Qiao Zhen blurted out, "No way!"

The disciple looked at him coldly: "This is the order of the Demon Lord, how can you, a low-level disciple, be allowed to talk about it? Could it be that life is too long?"

Qiao Zhen stood in front of Yan Jinlan, making up his mind not to let Yan Jinlan leave with this disciple. The disciple seemed to be enraged, and stretched out his palm to attack Qiao Zhen's face. , thanks to Yan Jinlan behind him who pushed him away.

"Don't hurt him, I'll go with you."

After that, he walked towards that disciple first, and even smiled at him when he left the courtyard: "It's okay, just bear with it."

At that moment, seeing Yan Jinlan's pretended relaxed smile, Qiao Zhen's nose suddenly became sour, and his eyes turned red.

Before his brain could make a decision, his hands and feet were already moving, and he rushed towards the disciple. The disciple didn't expect him to make a sudden move, and his neck was strangled by him.

A hand knife fell, and the disciple fainted immediately.

"Jinlan, I'll take you away, let's leave this ghost place."

Yan Jinlan smiled: "Okay, lower your head, and I'll tell you where to go."

Without doubting him, Qiao Zhen bent down.

A sharp pain came from the back of his neck, and his consciousness suddenly fell into darkness.

Sorry, I can't leave with you, we can't escape.

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