井空影院午夜

After he finished speaking, his figure had already disappeared.

Nangong Liuyun stared blankly, stumped for words, and his gaze fell on Su Luo who was fast asleep on the bed.

Su Luo’s sleep seemed very restless, with her long shapely eyebrows knitted slightly. Her expression carried a faint trace of suffering.

In such a short period of time, her body had thinned down by an entire circle, just looking at her made him feel extremely pained.

Nangong Liuyun sat by her side and held her hand tightly with a pained and determined appearance: “Luo Luo, you’ll definitely be fine!”

She’ll definitely be fine!

Ultimately, Nangong Liuyun still agreed to Rong Yun’s suggestion.

To go to Xian’s Wood Residence—there’s no other option for him to choose from.

However, to open the Xian’s Wood Residence wasn’t something Rong Yun alone had the final say on.

Want to open Xian’s Wood Residence, the four keys must be turned at the same time. And these four keys were in the hands of several major powers from the present age.

Purgatory City had one.

Jade Lake’s Li Family had one.

Beichen’s aristocratic family had one.

There was still the one with Luoyu Palace Hall’s Luo family.

Only after gathering together these four keys would he be able to open the front gate to Xian’s Wood Residence.

Only like this would he get a chance to challenge the nine different palace halls in Xian’s Wood Residence.

That very night, Rong Yun left Cloud Mist Peak.

Three days later, he returned.

The face that was always distinctly cold like jade carried a trace of exhaustion. However, his expression also seemed as if a heavy weight was lifted off his mind.

“This matter should not be delayed. After seven days, you’ll set out on this journey.” Rong Yun stood with his hands behind his back, distinctly cold like the wind.

“Seven days?” Nangong Liuyun frowned.

Seven days was too soon. Right now, Su Luo was still dizzy. Only after taking a Vitality Pill did she become somewhat clear-headed.

Rong Yun waved his hand: “Carry her and follow me.”

Finished speaking, Rong Yun took the lead and began to step away. Without looking back, he headed toward his refining room.

These last couple of days, aside from dealing with the matter of the four keys, he had also gone to gather several kinds of herbs that he had been fixated on for a long time.

At this time, Su Luo had already regained consciousness.

She opened her misty and fascinated eyes to seize up her surroundings.

Master’s refining room, regardless of whether it was the layout or the lighting, was extremely similar to Fairy Yan Xia’s.

No, it should be said that Fairy Yan Xia’s refining room was built as a complete carbon copy of Master’s refining room.

A medicinal cauldron that was as tall as a person, with fire below that was like snakes dancing and swallowing, and the roasting hot flames spreading continuously.

Along the foot of the wall, there were rows of various large- and small-sized medicine containers. Because they were tightly sealed with oak corks, Su Luo could not distinguish which drug ingredients were inside them.

Rong Yun lifted up the third medicine bucket and poured all the juice inside the bucket into the medicinal cauldron.

When the medicinal juice met the boiling hot medicinal cauldron, a rich, sweet scent immediately started to fill the air.

“Carry her to sit inside.” Rong Yun said to Nangong Liuyun.

Nangong Liuyun knew that Rong Yun was treating Su Luo, and without raising any objections, he did it according to Rong Yun’s instructions.

“Want to cook me again?” Although Su Luo’s body was weak, but her mind was very sober.

Last time, she had nearly collapsed from being cooked in the old witch Fairy Yan Xia’s medicinal cauldron, that still left her with lingering fear, ah.

Nangong Liuyun indulgently and lovingly pinched her now peeled-thin little face with a tender smile and said: “Master knows what he is doing. Don’t be anxious.”

Such a soft chatting tone... counting through the people in the whole world, Nangong Liuyun would only use this tone on Su Luo alone.

Rong Yun’s light-as-a-feather gaze landed on Nangong Liuyun’s body.

He stood with his hands behind his back and his robe dancing lightly, appearing distinctly cold and distant, pushing people away to a distance of five hundred kilometers.

But at this moment, the gaze he used to look at Nangong Liuyun carried a touch of appreciation.

No matter how good a person’s innate skills were or how high they had cultivated to, they still might not be able to obtain Rong Yun’s appreciation.

What Rong Yun appreciated was Nangong Liuyun’s affection for Su Luo.