My Formidable Beast-Controlling Consort Rules

"Ah! Brother Guanghan, wait a minute!"

Yun Qingyan hurriedly dropped his chopsticks, rushed up quickly, and grabbed Guang Han.

Guang Han turned his head suspiciously, and then, that cold and icy face seemed to soften slightly, seeming to be a little soothing.

Yun Qingyan looked at the soothing color on his Bingberg face, and couldn't help rubbing his eyes for a while, trying to see if there was a hallucination in front of his eyes.

"Don't worry, I won't let the Lin family notice it." Guanghan thought that Yun lightly said that he was afraid that he would come to seek revenge and would be caught by the Lin family before holding him back.

He was not so reckless and brainless that he would directly enter the Lin Family to take Lin Wanyue's life.

Yun said that the corners of his mouth twitched, but he didn't expect that he was really going to kill Lin Wanyue!

At the same time she felt helpless, she also felt a little warmth.

Yun Qingyan shook his head and said, "No need to go."

Her pursed red lips are upturned, and the corners of her mouth are shallow and cunning, "Her retribution will not be far away.

There will be a good show at the auction house in the next two days. "

Guang Han looked at the confident girl in front of him, and suddenly felt that the person in front of him was getting stranger and stranger at all, not at all like the light words in his memory.

This is what the world is saying, being hurt by emotions and changing temperament?

He hesitated for a moment, and finally raised his hand and placed it on Yun Qingyan's head with a soothing taste.

"Okay." After thinking about it, Guang Han gave up the idea of ​​going to the Lin family.

He scrolled up and down, and finally said, "If you have any trouble, you must tell me."

His eyes fell on the dishes that hadn't moved much, and Guang Han withdrew his hand, "Go and eat. Remember to take a good rest."

After finishing speaking, he carried his sword and left without looking back.

Obviously he has a delicate inner mind, why do you pretend to be cold and cold all day long?

Yun Qingyan looked at the black figure leaving, complaining inwardly, shaking his head and walking slowly back to eat.

After eating and drinking, Yun Qingyan finished washing and called out Xiao Xuan to study his illness together.

The girl is wearing a white gauze dress, floating out of the dust, without the spots on her face, that delicate little face is like a pearl wiped from the dust, glowing with a dazzling brilliance, bright and clean. Ethereal.

At this time, the girl's waterfall green silk was randomly tied behind her head with a soft belt, and her dark eyes gathered together staring at the silver needle in her hand.

I saw that the needle of the silver needle turned black for an instant, then gradually turned purple, cyan, and gradually disappeared.

"The pulse condition is sometimes turbid and heavy, sometimes robust and powerful." Yun said lightly, frowning his eyebrows, "After the poisonous blood encounters the silver needle, it will disappear within three breaths... It's strange."

Even Hunyuan Medical Classics did not find similar symptoms.

However... this may also be because she has not cultivated enough to fully open the Hunyuan Medical Classics.

Originally, because Yun Qingyan shut it down for too long, he was sulking. He used his **** to face Yun Qingyan, who refused to help, and couldn't help but secretly tilted his head to look at Yun Qingyan.

Seeing the worried and tangled expression on Yun Qingyan's face, its heart was shaken.

Although it was very angry that the master locked herself in the profound ring and did not let herself come out, it still couldn't bear to see the master tangled and sad.

Xiao Hei Tuan twisted his ass, and Shi Shi shook his way to Yun Qingyan.

It jumped onto Yun Qingyan's shoulder.

"It is possible that the toxicity has not disappeared, but is hidden."

Hidden?

Yun Qingyan thought for a while, took out a jade bottle from the Profound Ring, rubbed some powder on the silver needle, and sure enough—

The silver needle, which had been restored to its original color, was turning black faster than before!