waste wood pharmacist

Chapter 471 Power of Soul Contract
Chapter 480 Power of Soul Contract

This scene was instantly reflected in An Ran's eyes, the corners of his lips curled into a smile, and there was warmth in his eyes.
"You are here."

As she said that, she directly ignored the other seven subordinates who stood in a row and saluted her.

With a little eagerness, he trotted over, hugged Qingcang, and threw himself into the arms of the man.

The man stood there alone, watching the woman in his arms hugging him tightly, neither refusing nor responding.

The corners of her lips curled up like a smile but not a smile, and her black eyes revealed indifference.

As a result, the group of subordinates who seemed to have received life-saving straws suddenly raised the breath that was faintly let go in their hearts.

This, this, what happened to his master this time?
Even when the miasma of tenderness broke out, the master and the six relatives did not recognize him, but tolerated the existence of An Ran.

But now, not to mention that the time for the miasma of tenderness to flare up has not yet come. Originally, when Yubi came, he boldly stepped forward, wanting to check on the master's condition.

It's just that before his hand touched the king's sleeve, he slammed it on the door.

Since then, everyone's nerves have been tense.

Among the eight of them, almost all of them have been beaten by their master, even the female Yuehu is no exception, except for one person, Yu Wei.

He is a pharmacist, with an arrogance that monks like them cannot match, even though he has weakened a lot compared to ordinary pharmacists, but that kind of innate talent has created all his dignity.

The worst thing a king can do when he is ill is to frown and let him go.

This time, it was obviously different.

He seems to have reached the other extreme.

Containing all the momentum and biting indifference, it seems that all the violence will pour out if you are not careful, destroying everything.

An Ran hugged the man's waist tightly, her head happened to rest on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

Closing her eyes gently, she seemed to notice something was wrong with Qing Cang, but she didn't seem to notice anything.

The smile on the lips no longer exists,

The little white hands hugged the waist tighter and tighter, and the delicate brows furrowed more and more as if feeling the master's pain.

Keeping this movement, the two seem to freeze.

When An Ran opened her eyes and raised her head to look at those indifferent eyes, the eye circles seemed to be soaked in tears, faintly reddened, and for some reason, her voice was faintly choked up.

"Jimo Qingcang, I feel bad."

When the word "uncomfortable" fell, I saw light purple stripes flashing across Anran's forehead, as if they had permeated through the skin and emanated from the inside out. The stripes were mixed with pale golden light, and became more and more abundant between Anran's forehead. , as if eager to construct patterns non-stop, with a unique flirtatious and mysterious.

"His Majesty!"

"master!"

Several voices came one after another, in Yulin's mouth, there was eagerness and uncertainty.

Because An Ran turned her back to them, she could clearly see all the expressions on Qing Cang's face, but An Ran couldn't.

A coquettish and blooming flower that is gradually taking shape spreads from Jimo Qingcang's chest to the neck, across the hard lines, and blooms on the face connected to the base of the ears.

Coincidentally corresponding to the smile on the corner of the lips, it looks even more sinister and dark.

It was a purple mandala growing in the depths of darkness.

Born in darkness, from darkness.

It's just that the one that bloomed on Qing Cang's body, the deep purple is closer to black.

Stretching out his hand, his big hand was direct and distinct, and gently stroked An Ran's forehead. The flower that had formed had a mysterious and noble color.

It is still a purple mandala, but it is stained with gold and exudes clarity.

Just listening to that man, his voice has a unique hoarse charm, and his unique rigidity
"Yang Anran, I, Mo Qingcang, spent my whole life imprisoning you, and from then on you belong to me."

That was his declaration, and it was the voice of his heart that he kept silent.

Imprison her, lock her by his side, and never leave her forever.

An Ran felt the movement of him stroking her forehead, as well as her own image reflected in those black eyes, and the extra mandala flowers, all proclaiming that she belonged to him and was born for him.

I have exhausted all the luck in my life just to meet you and fall in love with you.

"I live for you, and I am willing to die for you."

Looking at the man in front of her, she solemnly seemed to be telling a promise.

So much so that at that moment, she seemed to suddenly understand the meaning of her coming here.

The moment An Ran rushed over, that kind of pain like a knot in the apex of his heart had been faintly lingering in his heart, the closer he got to him, the more painful his heart was.

She didn't know why she was like this, but she knew that the origin of all this was because of the man in front of her.

After hearing and seeing the changes in the man opposite, until An Ran's death word fell, all the pain swept through the whole body at a double speed, and the pain on the face showed uncontrollably,

"Well!"

An Ran pressed her lips tightly, waiting for it to disappear.

It was less than half a cup of tea, and she was sweating weakly as if she had just been salvaged from the river.

He fell straight into the arms of the man.

Until he felt that pair of big hands with well-defined knuckles tightly embedded himself in his arms.

look up

"Just now, what was that?"

The black mandala flower spreading from Jimo Qingcang's chest has not disappeared, but the light pale gold on An Ran's forehead has disappeared. Comparing the two, they turned out to be the same deep purple.

When Hua Snake saw An Ran raise her eyes and turned to one side, she first saw the mark on An Ran's forehead.

Shock
"The contract is formed?!"

It seemed that he was so excited that he blurted out, even if the voice was very small, it was like muttering to himself.

Still in this silent environment, it was heard by An Ran.

He turned his head sideways and looked at Hua Snake, so that the other people saw all of them.

Like a flower snake, she was beyond shocked.

The dark eyes glanced at Hua She and the others coldly, straightened An Ran's head, and forcibly made his eyes meet her own.

"Look at the eyeballs and don't want them."

The voice is cold, but the deterrent effect remains the same.

All of a sudden, the eight people who were staring at An Ran desperately lowered their heads and put on respectful postures.

Finally, his mood fluctuated.

Annoyed, domineering, and possessive.

An Ran blinked her eyes, looked at the man in front of her, although she said that this man looked good when he smiled, but why did he look so pervasive?

"Then, tell me then."

Compared with other things, she wanted to know why this mandala flower appeared on her forehead.

And why is the pain crushing through her body? ?
The man in front of him didn't seem strange at all.

(End of this chapter)