A bright moon hung high in the air, and the silver light illuminated the surrounding sky. The originally royal blue night sky was stained with light blue by the bright light.

A tender white and small jade foot pointed out the silver plate, and as the other jade foot stepped in, the light steps brought ripples on the water surface.

As the pair of pink lotus roots stepped in, the veil thin as a cicada's wings was also lingered into it. It was just because of its thinness, even if it was soaked, it still floated on the water surface, gradually increasing the distance as the owner moved.

The distance widened, making the lines of the long legs more distinct, and the two fronts on the left side even showed a confusing height at the base of the thigh.

A red necklace was hanging down from the highest fork, sweeping across the pink jade skin one by one.

The red necklace was bound with a high waist seal with a white bottom and a dark pattern embroidered with silver silk grass dragon. Under the waist seal, the hem of the skirt was close to the tight buttocks, and it was like an upside-down tulip.

Above the waist and under the gauze, there is no restraint of a breast, and the neckline with a large V-shaped character is a snow-white white girl as half-covered and half-exposed.

When Yun Qingyue's solemn face saw the reflection in the water, she silently complained in her heart again. She didn't know which ancestor designed the sacrificial uniform it was. Every time she saw solemn and solemn, seeing so many outfits always reminded her of the temptation of uniforms, although this outfit made her figure more and more graceful.

The complaint made her breathing slightly stagnate. Yun Qingyue quickly adjusted her breathing, drove away distracting thoughts, and continued to walk slowly into the middle of the spring.

This is a hot spring, to be precise, this is a spiritual spring, and it is also the guardian land of the Xuan clan for generations.

On the edge of the spiritual spring, there are several more protruding stones, forming a surround on the edge. There are a few strange words engraved on it, emitting a burning light.

The water vapor is lingering upwards, bringing a hint of warmth at the beginning of autumn, making the spiritual spring under the moon look particularly quiet.

Yun Qingyue walked to the middle of Lingquan and stood still, closed her eyes and thought, muttered something in her mouth, danced her hands and ten fingers, and made several handprints one after another.

As the handprints were drawn out, several spiritual lights flew over the words, and the glowing strokes were activated from the static state. The words deeply embedded in the stone seemed to appear on them. The strange horizontal and vertical hooks seemed to be magma flowing, and the entire words seemed to be given life.

Then, she paused, and a drop of bright red blood was squeezed out from her fingertips.

At the moment the blood drop appeared, something seemed to have induced below the position where Yun Qingyue stood, and a ball of light slowly lit up.

At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly came from outside, and the wind chime hanging under the pavilion next to the Lingquan suddenly rang.

Yun Qingyue frowned, but could not make any other moves. She just saw the white that had been accompanying her since childhood flying out from the corner of her eyes, her brows slightly relaxed and continued to focus on the blood drops slowly floating from her fingertips.

Below her, as the blood dripping as the light seemed to be attracted by it, becoming more and more prosperous.

But her attention was not focused for long, and she was interrupted by a shout.

"Qingyue, don't go on, it's dangerous!"

It was a familiar voice, and the owner of the voice was so familiar to her, but...

The next second, the picture flashed, and she saw the white stained with red flowers. It was her childhood playmate, best friend and guard, with a pale face and blood flowing from the corners of her mouth and said to her: "Don't believe him!"
Chapter completed!