Finally, it is time to heal the throat for Helianchuan.

The Spirit Boy started his busy preparation work early in the morning, and did not take the hands of others in everything, fearing that something might go wrong.

She completely transferred her feelings for Hei Jieming to Helian Chuan. From any small details, it can be seen that this affection is never adulterated.

Even Helianchuan himself couldn't help moving when he saw Ling Tong's apparently thin cheeks.

He still doesn't understand why the spirit boy just fell in love with him, got tired of him, and made determination with incomparably strong willpower to overwhelm him. [

Late summer and early autumn, there is no trace of wind.

The moon, like a silver plate, hangs very low, as if you can reach it with your hand.

Countless candles are arranged according to specific directions, forming an inexplicable formation.

The spirit boy's long hair is scattered. Under the moonlight, the enchanting beauty, a pair of smiling eyes reflect the same luster as the bright moon, deep and mysterious.

Dozens of knives, large and small, were placed side by side on the table, from time to time a cold cold light flashed by.

He Lianchuan stood there expressionlessly, saying that he didn't mind, it was a lie.

But the emperor and the hostess were with them, and he couldn't make excuses to escape.

"He Lianchuan, you just need to relax your mind later, just lie down there. The spirit boy is very decent, and he can definitely heal your throat." Jixiang stood on tiptoe, patted his shoulder, smiled and comforted With.

Regardless of the means used by the spirit boy, this posture was scary enough before. Jixiang also repeatedly asked her to think about the ancient times here, and the result was all regarded as a wind of ears, and there was a suspicion of getting worse.

"It's almost time, Helianchuan, you lie down." Lingtong looked up at the moon, calculated the direction, and greeted him in place.