After adjusting her breath for a while, Su Jinzhai recovered a little. He grabbed Xiaoxiu's arm, held her waist, cast a spell and sword, soared straight up. After a while, Xiaoxiu's eyes were sorely hurt by the light. She couldn't help but close her eyes. She felt the warm breath of the person beside her plunged into her skin from her clothes, like a feather was tugging. Xiaoxiu felt that her heart suddenly became abnormal. She pressed it with her hand, always feeling that she might be sick there.

After landing, Su Jinzhai pushed Xiaoxiu away and left his arms. Xiaoxiu felt that the warm wind blew towards him was a little astringent.

Fortunately, the sun was warm and smoothed the pain on her body. She stretched out her arms and stretched her waist. Su Jinzhai stood with her hands in front of her, looking up at the devastated eyes, with a complicated mood in her eyes.

After a long time, he suddenly turned around and asked Xiao Xiu: "You were seriously injured under the Butterfly Demon's hands. Even if I accumulate strength to cast spells for you, it will not be enough for only a moment."

Xiao Xiu's breathing was suffocated, and his heart was beating up. He stood up and didn't know how to explain. He blinked his bright eyes and watched Su Jinzhai slowly spread his cute smile, and said as if he pleased: "Master, how can this monster be like a person? Although I have not recovered yet, as long as the mage buys me a piece of flesh and bone, I will definitely..."

Before Xiao Xiu could finish her words, Su Jinzhai turned around and left. Xiao Xiu looked at his back, her eyes flashed, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She quickly cheered up again, lifted her skirt and chased her: "Master, wait for me."

At the door of Chen's house, Xiao Xiu opened his eyes wide and looked at the white banners pulled up and down the Chen's house in disbelief. The whole courtyard was covered in plain white. The servants wore mourning clothes and looked sad. Su Jinzhai and Xiao Xiu looked at each other, all of which were surprised from each other's eyes.

Could it be that Chen Yuzhang felt too sorry for his daughter and had passed away?

Xiao Xiu ran into the courtyard with her skirt, grabbed a servant, and asked, "But your master has gone?"

The servant looked at Xiao Xiu with some anger, shook Xiao Xiu's hand away, and said without a good voice: "My master is living a good life."

"Then this is..." Xiao Xiu stretched out a finger and pointed at the mourning clothes on his body, and asked in surprise.

The servant sighed, raised his hand and wiped his tears, and said sadly: "It's my lady."

"What, is Chen Fuyao?"

Xiao Xiu covered her red lips with her hands in disbelief. Yesterday, she saw it clearly outside the painting. After taking over the body, Shen Xugui, who had clearly forced her soul out of the virtual scene in the painting, how could he die?

"Master, mage!" Xiao Xiu turned around and looked at Su Jinzhai and shouted anxiously: "It's Chen Fuyao!"

Su Jinzhai walked quickly from the door, looked up at the yard of plain white silk, the main door of the main hall was open, revealing the pale curtain in the hall and the black coffin in the middle. It was shocking. He looked solemn and said in a deep voice: "Go and take a look."

After saying that, he raised his legs and walked towards the mourning hall. Just as the servant was about to reach out to stop him, Xiao Xiu pulled his arm over and leaned against him, suppressing his eyebrows, as if telling him something extremely secret, and lowered his voice and said, "He is my master, a master. Maybe your lady can come back to life."

The servant was stunned in horror. Xiao Xiu nodded to him with a serious face and loyal face. The servant reacted and immediately ran to the backyard, shouting, "Master! Master! Miss is saved!"

Su Jinzhai walked to the coffin, his eyes sank, raised his palm to shake the lid open. The lid flew out and hit the ground, making a muffled sound. Chen Fuyao, who was lying inside, was still vivid and charming, the pink flower ornaments between his eyebrows were bright and eye-catching, and his remaining face was quiet. His drooping eyelashes shook a little in the wind blew in the face, and the swaying shadow was like a dead butterfly.

Xiao Xiu stood next to Su Jinzhai, her eyes fell on Chen Fuyao's face, her expression was sad, her eyes were slightly empty, and she could see the affectionate appearance of the charming and deep beard last night in front of her. She sighed silently in her heart. If Chen Fuyao is gone, how should he survive?

"He is just a monster who takes over the body and is not worthy of sympathy."

Su Jinzhai turned slightly, glanced at her with no emotion in his eyes, as if seeing through what she was thinking. Xiao Xiu listened to his words and felt a little disappointed. He flattered his mouth and said, "The master is too paranoid. The real Chen Lang has not been long since. If the demon Mei had given up the Taoist practice that had been practicing for hundreds of years and took his body, I'm afraid that Chen Lang would have died long ago. Where did the happy time of the half month come from? What's more, the demon Mei was also imprisoned. You should not use magic easily, otherwise it would be backfired. Otherwise, how could you use you to save people in the painting?"

Su Jinzhai did not answer her words, and also looked at Chen Fuyao. After exploring for a moment, his eyes suddenly turned around and a strange look flashed in his eyes. Soon he restrained his expression. With a faint smile, he said with a slight ridicule: "If it weren't for the demonic spirit that forced Chen Lang out of his life and placed it in the painting, and Chen Lang became a painting demon, how could Chen Fuyao have an unrestrained disaster? After all, he was responsible for it?"

Xiao Xiu was speechless for a moment, but she still stubbornly thought that the demonic charm did not harm Chen Fuyao, and that she was so infatuated, she didn't pretend to be so infatuated. She raised Qingcheng's eyes and asked Su Jinzhai: "Master, then Chen Fuyao...is there any help?"

Before Su Jinzhai could speak, her hair was scattered and her face was gray. She suddenly rushed in from outside the door, knelt at the feet of Xiao Xiu and Su Jinzhai, holding his thighs tightly with both hands, crying heartbrokenly: "Two masters, please save my daughter, I only have this daughter. As long as you can save her, I will be willing to let me spend all my wealth!"

Xiao Xiu couldn't move, and at this moment she realized that the feeling of being hugged on her thighs was so uncomfortable. She peeked at Su Jinzhai gently and saw that he looked faint. She probably got used to it. She pulled out her legs hard and was pulled back into her arms by Chen Yuzhang. Xiao Xiu had no choice but to turn her head and look at Su Jinzhai to help Chen Yuzhang with a few words. Before she could open her lips, she was frightened by the eye knife he suddenly glanced at. She quickly closed her lips tightly, stood attentively, looked at her nose and nose.

Su Jinzhai secretly used his strength and exerted force, shaking Chen Yuzhang on the ground back one meter. He lowered his eyes faintly, brushed the wrinkled robe and said, "Everyone must tie the bell when untied. Your daughter's life span has not arrived. It is a blessing or a disaster, and it depends on fate."

After saying that, he pulled Xiaoxiu's arm and walked out without saying anything. Chen Yuzhang got up from the ground and wanted to say something, but Su Jinzhai lost his patience. His figure flashed, his white shirt swayed slightly, and the two disappeared in the stunned everyone.

Xiao Xiu stood outside the door of Shen Xu's guest room, feeling a little resentful about Su Jinzhai's ruthlessness. Her moist red lips pouted in dissatisfaction. Her eyebrows were frowned with grievance, but she dared not speak. She despised herself in her heart and secretly whispered him.

"Chen Fuyao was not dead, he was just a law." Su Jinzhai sat at the table, poured himself a cup of tea, and explained lightly.

Xiao Xiu immediately raised his eyes when he heard this and asked in surprise: "Why didn't the mage unlock that magic?"

Su Jinzhai sipped a sip of tea, his eyes were flowing with black eyes, rippling with light, and cold and sharp, "The person who cast the spell is the demonic and savage, probably the hands and feet he did when he drove Chen Fuyao's soul out of the painting last night. Moreover, the demonic energy that had been hovering in Wuzhen was also scattered. It seems that his purpose of taking over the body was not for Chen Fuyao. I really want to know what he wanted to do."

Xiao Xiu's body trembled, her face was pale and her eyes were painful. She seemed unbelievable to hold the door frame with her hands. Could it be that the deep affection for Chen Fuyao last night was all pretended?

"But, he was obviously captured by the butterfly demon, and his life is still there at this moment, let alone he cannot use magic..." Xiao Xiu still couldn't believe it.

Su Jinzhai sneered, fell into the teacup in his hand, turned to hold the bone sword, took out a silk handkerchief and wiped it carefully. A line of sword light reflected the broken gold sun dyed his slender eyes, without much emotion, just like the ancient well Wubo: "Remember, don't underestimate others."

Xiao Xiu felt his heart hurt. Could it be that the true feelings in this world are all false? She covered her chest with her hands, drooped her head, and looked listless. Su Jinzhai looked at her, hooked her lips and put down the bone sword, got up and walked in front of her.

Xiao Xiu felt a black shadow covering him. He looked up and saw Su Jinzhai standing beside her and slowly lowering his head towards her. The two of them were getting closer and closer. His long hair was drooping down from his handsome cheeks. The end of his hair was swept in her ears. The touch of teasing was too real. Xiao Xiu was extremely frightened. Just when she didn't know what to do, Su Jinzhai suddenly stretched out her big hand and grabbed the collar of the back of her neck, lifting her up.

Xiao Xiujing opened his almond eyes, looked at the man in front of him, bit his lips, and the heart lake seemed to have ripples, and a stream of unspeakable shyness appeared on her face. Could it be that the mage wanted to do something shameful to her? Thinking of this, her cheeks turned red, her lips tightly, and her body shyly twisted into a twist. The next moment, she was thrown into the shack in the corner of the wall by Su Jinzhai.

"Master, Master?" Xiao Xiu fell into the haystack. The heat wave on her face had not subsided. Her misty big eyes looked at him in confusion. Su Jinzhai looked at her cheeks as flushed as clouds, frowned suspiciously, and then threw two words to her without expression: "Sleep."

Turning around and walking to the edge of the bed, bent down, Xiao Xiu looked at his silhouette in surprise, blinked, and then blinked again, and then realized that he was just trying to sleep. Xiao Xiu was so embarrassed that she wanted to return to heaven immediately, turned her head and lay down in the nest to pretend to be dead, and felt that her cheeks were about to catch fire.

In this suffocating embarrassment, Xiao Xiu still fell asleep.

When she was sleepy, she felt the tip of her nose itchy, as if someone was holding a grass leaf and teasing her nose freely. She turned over and then turned over. The itchy feeling had not subsided. Xiao Xiu simply opened her sleepy eyes, but saw a colorful *** on the tip of her nose, with crystal clear wings and as thin as a cicada's wings.

With eyes facing each other, Xiao Xiu was immediately frightened and jumped up from the shack. He rushed into Su Jinzhai's arms on the bed in two steps. He was so scared that his whole body was shaking like a chaff. He cried, "Master, the butterfly demon is here to eat me!"
Chapter completed!