It's as cold as water, and the night looks like thick ink and inkstone. It's faintly heard from restaurants in the capital. It's a sharp contrast with the mourning in the flying flower studio.

The banquet court stops and stands in front of the mourning hall.

"Court."

"Mother..."

Yanting's mother was the daughter of the dart leader's family before she got married. She was born smart and capable. Even the funeral was done by her. She acted decisively and didn't even leave a tear.

"You've been busy all day. Go and have a rest. Your father I'll look at you. "

Banquet court of turn around, looking at the same dress plain white banquet lady, "Niang?"

Lady Yan looked at the Lingtai from a distance, "I'll go to guard the Lingtang for your father and burn more paper money for him. Otherwise, I'm afraid of his temperament and I won't give him face."

"The child left first, and my mother paid more attention to her body."

"Go on."

Mrs. Yan looked at the departure of the banquet court until she couldn't see him. Then she looked up at the dim moon in the sky. She murmured, "OK, I've already said that you will lose your temper."

In the middle of the banquet, he stopped. With a deep sigh, he turned and went to the dungeon.

It's cold and humid in the dungeon, but it's much better than the water dungeon. If he is in the water, his injury will be more serious

A vague voice interrupted his thoughts.

He listened attentively, his face changed suddenly, and he walked in quickly.

"What are you doing?"

"Little master..."

Yantingzhi looked at Ji Rao, who was almost unable to open his eyes. His eyes were almost red. "Ji Rao?"

He stretched out his hand, but Ji Rao's blood, he didn't even dare to touch it. Finally he held Ji Rao's face and said in a trembling voice, "Ji Rao!"

"Young master, we..."

"Who made you Lynch! Who gave you the courage

Several people immediately knelt down on the ground in panic, "we just want to revenge for the master of the studio, you don't know how much the devil is..."

Banquet court of a kick down a person, "call a doctor, call a doctor for me."

The cult of demons.

Heiling took the antidote, and the next day it was all over. As soon as he woke up, he was going to find the leader, like a chick looking for his mother.

"Under house arrest in feihuazhai? House arrest, don't you know how to save it? "Ah?"

"The headmaster is OK for the moment. He was under house arrest on purpose. In fact, he went to get the antidote."

Black bell Leng Leng, carefully asked, "..." What's the antidote? "

"The antidote to the seven day poison."

Heiling was very happy. Look, the leader still cares about him.

"Keke, what about Song Qing?"

"The right Dharma protector went to feihuazhai alone yesterday to save the sect leader. As a result, he was injured and is still recuperating."

"Take me to see him."

When Heiling went, Song Qing was still in a coma. He didn't know why he felt pity for her, so he went forward to shake her up.

"Song Qing, up, Song Qing."

Song Qing was awakened by Sheng Sheng. As soon as he opened his eyes, he sat up and said, "master..."

"What's the matter with the leader?"

Song Qing suddenly pulled the black bell, looked him up and down, "cured?"

"All right."

Song Qing no longer asked, "I killed Yanxing, and the leader is still in Feihua Zhai. The leader of Yanting will not let him go. Send someone to Feihua Zhai."

"You can kill the banquet!"

"Just a fluke."

However, Heiling was surprised that Song Qing actually killed people.

But now the most important thing is not this, black bell a face sad, with urgent and blame language way, "the leader is still in their hands, you dare to kill banquet line, are you crazy?"