"I won't leave you!"

This voice made Chu Yan's heart move.

Turning around, he saw that Lin Miaoran had ran into the gate.

"Is there any special meaning in this sentence?"

His Royal Highness Chu, who was a little faint in my heart tonight, felt quite distressed at the moment.

He is good at planning and layout, but he really is not good at such things.

When pushing the door open, Lin Miaoran saw Furui who was rushing around in the room.

Looking up to see the lady who came back, Furui was startled, then a joy, then ran over while crying, and flung into Lin Miaoran's arms.

"Oooooooooooooooooooooooh, miss you are back, where have you been, why didn't you tell me? I can't see you, so panic, but I'm afraid to bother others, for fear they will say I'm fussed, oh woo woo woo woo."

"There was something temporary. I went to see Chu Yan." Lin Miaoran rubbed Furui's head. "Well, don't cry, obediently, it's already a big girl, how bad it is to be seen."

Although Furui is said to be a big girl, the gentle tone when comforting him still treats Furui as a child.

But counting time, Furui is indeed no longer a child.

While still in Changqing Town, Furui was thirteen years old, wearing two Baotou, and ran behind Lin Miaoran all day.

Now, it has been three years since Lin Miaoran entered Xuanyuemen.

Furui also gradually opened up, fading away the baby fat, and now she is also tall and has become a sixteen-year-old, slim girl.

"Miss went to see the stupid person?"

Upon hearing Chu Yan's name, Furui stopped crying and her eyes began to turn.

"Miss, are you going to see Chu Yan so late?

"Furui, have you started looking at those boring romance books recently?" Lin Miaoran narrowed his eyes and issued a dangerous signal.

Unfortunately, Furui hasn't noticed it yet.

She analyzed carefully: "Miss, don't you mean that? If it's not embarrassing yourself, then is it-you're going to catch a trap?"

Originally, it was just a joke, but when Furui looked up, she saw her own thoughtful look.

Suddenly, Furui's eyes widened and she took a sigh of relief: "Are you really stupid, Chu Yan? You, Miss, your husband, have been hooked by fox spirits!"

"What are you talking about!" Lin Miaoran was startled by Furui's scream and said dissatisfied.

But he didn't finish talking, and saw Furui rush away from her arms, ran towards the room where she was sleeping, and then hurried back with a large stack of books.

"Miss, these are for you!"

Furui piled the thick stack of books in front of Lin Miaoran, and patted it vigorously, with a sense of morality.

"With this, it's impossible for any fox spirit to hook you away!"

Lin Miaoran glanced at these books, and suddenly his scalp became numb.

"Meng Jiao's wife, the Lord loves her well", "Last demon king wrapped around me", "Head, your wife wants heaven", "One hundred billion marriage, please be gentleman in charge" ...

Thick and thick, at least twenty or thirty books, all with similar titles.

"Frui, what are these?" Lin Miaoran asked in a bad voice.

Furui did not understand what Lin Miaoran meant, and replied carefully: "Miss, don't underestimate these works, they are all written by the brilliant Zongmen women, it's really touching, you just have to finish These works have learned the means inside to ensure that the idiot Chu Yan is dead to you and will not be hooked by any fox spirit! "

"Who said that Chu Yan was hooked by the fox spirit?" Lin Miaoran smiled faintly.

"Miss, you weren't just--" After finishing talking, Furui finally realized that something was wrong.

"Miss, I'm wrong! I took them away and burned them!" Furui quickly confessed her mistakes, picked up a book almost as high as her, and the wind rushed out of the room.

Miss tonight, how terrible.

Lin Miaoran glanced at the back of Furui's departure, walked back to his room, and lay down on the bed.

Today you can clearly see that Chu Yan has a touch of aroma.

This fragrance does not belong to Lin Miaoran or Shen Qing, but belongs to another woman.

And from Chu Yan's ambiguous tone, Lin Miaoran knew that it was a woman who saw Chu Yan when she passed out and fell asleep.

But Lin Miaoran didn't say anything at the time, but pretended not to know.

A clever woman knows when to be stupid.

The wrist shook, a touch of silver, appeared in Lin Miaoran's hand.

With a slight smile, Lin Miaoran whispered, "No matter who you are, but since you said so, I won't care about it with you anymore."

The silver needle surface is engraved with a few fine hairs: you are in my hands.

After returning, the time flashed and five days passed.

September 18th of that year.

On this day, the time to go to Wan Yao's burial ground has been set, and as Yun Nixian told Chu Yan, it is September 25th, seven days later.

On the same day, Hua Muyan came to the imperial city again and summoned Chu Yan.

This time, he brought good news and bad news to Chu Yan.

The good news is that the classics left in the ancestor's year do have records about the gates of hell, and they have countermeasures.

But the bad news is that this response method can only alleviate the influence of Hell's Gate on Chu Yan, and there is no way to completely solve this problem.

"If you want to solve it completely, I still need some time, and let some deacons and elders in Zongmen assist me." Hua Muyan said to Chu, "but this candle dragon fan mantra I found first can slow down The impact of the gates of **** on you, with the seal you gave you, will be no problem for at least fifty years. "

At the beginning, the handsome father told Chu Yan that the seal had 15 years of utility.

After Hua Muyan helped Chu Yan to strengthen, the seal could last for twenty years.

Now it can be extended to fifty years.

Although time is getting longer and longer, but this gate of **** cannot be removed from Chu Yan.

In addition to the Candle Dragon Fan Mantra, Chu Yan also learned from Hua Mu Yankou that the gate of **** would have a specific impact on himself.

Compared to how to remove the gate of **** from one's own body, this point is more concerned about.

"Hell's Gate will affect you in two ways."

Hua Muyan stretched out two fingers: "First, he will make your body more deadly.

This death is not felt by ordinary people, but the evil things are extremely sensitive to it.

Make a square, in the eyes of the evil things, you are like a dark candlelight, they will approach you unconsciously.

This would not be a problem if they were in the Zongmen area, after all, there would be no evil things in the territory of the Broken Star House.

But this time you are going to Wan Yao Burial Ground, where-but the gathering place of ghosts and evil spirits. "

Hua Muyan's face revealed a hint of worry.