Reborn Concubine Against the Sky

Chapter 797 Witchcraft 02
"Hehe, Miss Seven is still so special. Then forgive Meng Zhiran for being ignorant. I can't figure out what Miss Seven is thinking. Why don't Miss Seven speak bluntly and come here?"

Meng Zhiran let go of her clenched fingers, and stopped going around in circles with Ao Qianling. She definitely came here for something, and from the look in her eyes, it had something to do with the Lingquan.

"I just hope Master Meng will return the lost spirit spring, that's all."

Ao Qianling's crisp voice was very similar to Lingquan behind him, and it sounded very lively and pleasant.

"Since when did Miss Seven like to meddle in other people's affairs? Why are you interested in meddling in other people's affairs?"

Meng Zhiran lightly clenched his hands into fists and half covered the corners of his mouth, but his eyes turned bright.

"suddenly."

Ao Qianling didn't explain too much, only four words were cold and indifferent.

She has never liked to meddle in other people's affairs, but this spiritual spring is related to her injured soul, and Lie Rulin who is missing two souls.

If she doesn't take care of this matter, I'm afraid she will die.

"That's what Miss Seven wants? All right, after tonight, I will certainly return this spirit spring."

"Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"

Just as Meng Zhiran finished speaking, Han who was standing behind him suddenly stepped forward and grabbed the hem of his clothes, his voice was full of strange aura, even weirder than usual, the anxiety seemed to be reminding Meng Zhiran of something.

If the spirit spring passed tonight, maybe there would be no more spirit springs at all. Now the spiritual power of all the spirit springs will be controlled by him, just to let the mummy absorb the essence.

The spiritual spring will still flow, but it will become the most common spring water, and it will no longer have the function of washing the soul.

As long as tonight is over, what does it matter if the spirit spring is returned to the wolf clan?

Meng Zhiran had already made a plan in his heart, and he had no objection to Ao Qianling's request.

Ao Qianling's eyes didn't move on the surface, but deep down he remembered Han's strange behavior in his heart.

No matter how well Meng Zhiran concealed it, the strangeness in his eyes betrayed him. No matter how he looked at him, he felt that there was a problem with him agreeing so easily.

"Don't worry, I will do what I promise you."

Meng Zhiran gently took his dry and withered hand like a branch, and comforted it.

The thing he promised it to?Ao Qianling recalled what he had just overheard, and understood something, and then looked at Meng Zhiran's eyes that were fixed on Frost Phoenix from time to time, probably, he wanted to attract Frost Phoenix's attention.

However, if the eyes of divine beasts are used on Han, they are naturally much better than those of ordinary people.

"I think Meng Guoshi may have made a mistake. I didn't mean after tonight, but—now."

Ao Qianling raised her brows slightly, and the Frost Phoenix beside her raised her head proudly, looking at Meng Zhiran opposite.

"Now? I'm afraid not."

Without even thinking about it, Meng Zhiran directly rejected Ao Qianling.

"No? Does Meng Guoshi think that after tonight, there is a difference between returning the Lingquan now?"

Ao Qianling said softly, the black and white pupils were very cold.

She and Frost Phoenix had heard Meng Zhiran tell Han that these mummies would turn into Han corpses after tonight.

Naturally, he couldn't wait tonight, and Meng Zhiran couldn't let those mummies become dry corpses.

"It's only for one night, can't Miss Seven wait?"

The light in Meng Zhiran's eyes flickered slightly, and he raised his eyes to look at the expressionless Ao Qianling.

(End of this chapter)