Su Ruotang narrowed his eyes and asked instead of answering: "When Pei Ming took out the flower of the other side, could you smell the smell of blood?"
Lu Xiao shook his head: "No."
Su Ruotang's voice was cold and without warmth: "Pei Ming's yellow spring water is made from stork blood."
"Stork blood? Is he trying to cover up the color or taste of the underworld water?" Lu Xiao frowned deeply.
"If my guess is correct, it's both. I just don't know what he is trying to cover up."
Mo Ronyan held the little jade cat with her fingertips and suddenly raised her eyes to look at Lu Xiao, "We plan to go to the hot spring resort again tomorrow."
After hearing this, Lu Xiao thought for a moment and understood what Mo Ronyan meant, "What the third prince means is that you want me to accompany you to attract Pei Ming?"
If Pei Ming had really been to Nancheng and his face was burned.
You will definitely be shocked to see him.
Mo Ronyan nodded: "We found an abandoned yard in the backyard and planned to explore it."
Lu Xiao agreed without hesitation: "No problem."
As he spoke, he looked at Su Ruotang hesitantly, "Third Princess, can I see the flower of the other side?"
"Okay, come to the house tomorrow so you can have a closer look."
Lu Xiao suddenly beamed with joy: "I have always felt that the Flower of the Other Side is very strange, but I can't explain why it is so strange."
As he spoke, he frowned in confusion: "I always feel that the color of its petals looks like blood."
Mo Ronyan tapped his slender fingertips on the table, and the dull but regular tapping sound echoed in the elegant room.
His voice was slow and filled with chill, "Those girls who were sold also disappeared at the Hot Spring Villa."
When Lu Xiao heard this, he frowned and thought for a moment.
The next moment, he seemed to have thought of something and stood up suddenly.
In panic, he turned over the tea cup with his sleeve belt.
He didn't care about the tea that was spilled all over him and said in shock, "Is Pei Ming a ghost?"
Mo Ronyan: "..." I should let you see ghosts next time.
Su Ruotang: "...Brother, have you ever seen ghosts dare to appear under the blue sky and the bright sun?"
Lu Xiao scratched the back of his head and grinned, "I've always loved watching ghosts. I just watched "Painted Skin", so..."
Painted skin!
Su Ruotang's long eyelashes trembled suddenly.
The ghosts and ghosts in the previous movies peeled off the faces of young girls.
Until he returned to Songxueyuan, Su Ruotang was still thinking about the painting skin.
She sat by the window, her white fingertips tapping the petals on the other side.
The petals, which are as red as blood, make her fingers as white as snow look even more beautiful than the frost.
The ultimate red and the ultimate white intertwined to create a gorgeous visual impact.
Mo Ronyan held a glass of milk and massaged her shoulders, "Still thinking about the hot spring resort?"
Su Ruotang relaxed and leaned into his arms.
The refreshing scent of cedar spreads in your breath.
She slowly closed her eyes and enjoyed the man's massage.
Mo Ronyan looked at the tiredness on her brows, and said in a magnetic and hoarse tone full of distress, "Tang'er, you don't have to force yourself like this,"
"I will investigate the matter of the missing girl and Pei Ming."
Su Ruotang sighed softly: "Su Muyao got a strange poison from nowhere."
"Although I can undo the heart-challenging poison on my father, but what if she uses other more vicious poisons next time..."
"I'm afraid that one time, I won't be able to save you."
Mo Rongyan picked her up and walked towards the bed, "Silly girl, even if the sky falls, my husband will hold her up."
"It's time for you to get some beauty sleep, otherwise don't cry to your husband if you have the dark circles you mentioned tomorrow."
Su Ruotang snorted: "I won't cry."
On the willow tops in the moonlight, fireflies sprinkle bits of frost onto the world.
Noticing that Su Ruotang's breathing had become shallow and steady, Mo Rongyan slowly opened his eyes.
He stretched out his hand and traced the rich and delicate face in the air.
After a while, he sighed, "Little Haitang, would you be happy without me, right?"
There are still no clues about the three flavors of cold poison in his body. Until now, no clues have been found.
There is a high probability that there is no solution.
According to his estimate, he has at most one year left to live.
Within this year, he must get rid of the person behind Su Muyao.
Gotta hurry up.
He doesn't have much time left.
The quiet and beautiful valley, accompanied by the sound of crickets, ushered in a clear figure.
Sheng Han was sitting at the bamboo table in the courtyard and was not surprised at all when he saw Mo Ronyan.
He poured two cups of bamboo leaf tea, picked up one of them and took a sip, "Drink two cups."
Mo Ronyan sat opposite him and said two syllables in a faint voice, "Poison Lord."
Sheng Han lowered his eyes and turned the tea cup between his fingers, "After a hundred years, you are the first person to calmly call me by my name."
Mo Rongyan raised the corners of his lips and said with a cold voice, "I never expected that the Poison Lord, who was said to have been dead for a hundred years, would be so young."
A low smile escaped from the corner of Sheng Han's lips: "No matter how good this skin is, she doesn't like it."
He raised his eyes and looked at Mo Ronyan: "The three flavors of medicine are most likely in the forest that stretches for thousands of miles outside Mancheng."
A dark color flashed across Mo Rongyan's eyes, "Do you want to resurrect Tan Qingran?"
Sheng Han's eyelashes trembled: "It's not resurrection, Ran'er is not dead."
As he spoke, he sighed, leaned back on the chair and looked up at the stars, "When she died of illness, I dug out her body."
"We used up all the rare medicinal materials in the Poison Valley to keep her heart warm."
"I looked through all the ancient books and found a method."
Mo Ronyan accepted his words calmly: "With my blood, I can save her."
Sheng Han closed his eyes and looked at Mo Ronyan, "Do you really want to let her go?"
