Jiang Qingwan's heart felt as if it were being fried in a pan of oil.

She followed his steps blankly.

Step by step, they tread upon bloodshed.

Suddenly, a red line slowly appeared.

It slowly bound together the two people's tightly clasped hands.

Jiang Qingwan's last line of defense collapsed.

She fell in love with Qin Minglang at first sight.

At that time, her master asked her, "Did you see the red thread of fate?"

The red thread of fate is one of the standards that Zhuge's disciples refer to when calculating people's marriage prospects.

She had indeed seen faint red threads of fate connecting men and women.

It represents a predestined marriage.

A union between a man and a woman will surely bring happiness and fulfillment.

However, this red line has not appeared in many couples.

Therefore, she never believed that a man and a woman needed a red thread of fate to unite.

That kind of thing is more likely an anomaly resulting from the collision of two people's destinies.

But now, she sees it in herself and Mo Yunhan.

That feeling of being touched and pulled at her soul caused her to break down in tears, and she could no longer take a step.

"Mo Yunhan!"

She rushed over and hugged the man from behind, sobbing uncontrollably.

Mo Yunhan had never seen her like this before.

Startled, Jiang Qingwan tried to turn around and ask, but shook her head frantically.

"Don't move, let me hold you for a while."

The man released his strength and tried his best to relax his body.

The intense pain came crashing down like a tidal wave.

He pursed his lips tightly, his forehead veins bulging with suppressed rage.

Jiang Qingwan's soft voice came from behind.

"Mo Yunhan, have I ever told you that I like you a lot?"

My taut nerves were suddenly jolted awake by the shock.

"Mo Yunhan, I like you very much."

Jiang Qingwan closed her eyes.

Tears streamed down her face; she couldn't control her emotions.

Golden light secretly leaked from his palm.

One after another, talismans were silently injected into Mo Yunhan's body.

Stained with his blood, something else was slowly drawn out of his body.

Golden light lingered around the two of them.

Little Red and Little Flower rushed over with a whoosh.

He paced anxiously around them.

It chirped softly.

Jiang Hengsong and the other three also chased into the remnants of the formation, and at that moment, Mo Yunhan had already closed his eyes.

"Is he dead?"

Leng Xun looked at the blood-stained clothes and immediately reached out to check the patient's breath.

Dou Sichen also placed his hand on Mo Yunhan's neck.

A moment later, the two spoke at the same time, "They're not dead!"

Jiang Hengsong then snapped out of his shock.

How did it get like this?

"Quickly, carry it back."

Leng Xun was reluctant, but Jiang Hengsong kicked him in the butt.

"Hurry up, we'll really die if we're any later."

Leng Xun muttered, "It's good that he's dead."

"Second Senior Brother." Jiang Qingwan suddenly looked at him, her expression blank, her face streaked with tears. "I'm in trouble."

Before Jiang Hengsong could lose his temper again, Leng Xun immediately carried Mo Yunhan back to the courtyard without saying a word.

He simply couldn't bear to see Jiang Qingwan sad.

But he kept complaining.

"You bastard, if you ever dare to bully Junior Sister again, I'll slice off every single piece of your flesh and feed it to the dogs."

Jiang Hengsong followed closely behind, his heart filled with anxiety.

Dou Sichen stopped Jiang Qingwan, who was about to follow, and placed his fingers on her pulse.

"Senior brother, look at you..."

"I'm fine."

Jiang Qingwan struggled to avoid it.

He raised his hand and wiped his face haphazardly with his sleeve, then walked forward blankly.

Xiao Jiuhe immediately stepped forward and accompanied him to one side.

"Princess, now is the best opportunity. You must find a way to control Mo Yunhan. Your master is getting senile; you mustn't forget the national and personal grievances of the Sui Dynasty. Jiang Hengsong said you have exceptional talent and will surely have a way, right?"

Dou Sichen, unable to bear it any longer, stopped him.

"General, could you please wait a moment?"

Xiao Jiuhe angrily flung it away.

"What do you mean by 'delay'? I've already given her nineteen years of respite, isn't that enough? Do you know how hard we've been all these years? Do you know how many brothers of the Great Sui Kingdom died at Ma Huaipo? Think about your father and your clan!"

During their argument, Jiang Qingwan suddenly stumbled.

She continued walking forward, raising her hand to wipe away the bloodstains from her mouth that she hadn't swallowed.

Inside the room,

Jiang Hengsong is treating Mo Yunhan.

Jiang Qingwan sat quietly to the side, staring blankly at Mo Yunhan's pale, bloodless face, without saying a word.

Leng Xun was worried about her, so he squatted down beside her, hesitant to speak.

A moment later, Jiang Hengsong withdrew his hand, his face showing a hint of joy and excitement.

"It's done! I never thought it would actually work."

Leng Xun asked curiously, "Master, what's done? You've turned him into a puppet? Will he only listen to Junior Sister from now on?"

Jiang Hengsong glanced at him unhappily.

"The Zhuge School does not support heretical practitioners."

After speaking, he looked at Jiang Qingwan with a gentle expression.

"Wan'er, don't worry, he's alright. The Golden Dragon Flame of the Kunlong Technique has the effect of cleansing marrow and changing tendons. After being baptized by the Golden Dragon Flame, his physique will be reshaped, and the impurities in his meridians will be washed away, allowing him to change from practicing martial arts to cultivating both martial arts and metaphysics, becoming a true cultivator's physique, so that he can walk alongside you in the future."

Leng Xun, who was standing to the side, suddenly stood up.

“Master, why didn’t you use the Kunlong Technique on me back then? You even said I wasn’t suited to practicing magic. Although I’m not interested in these mystical arts and Taoist techniques, my martial arts skills would definitely be much better after the Marrow Cleansing and Tendon Strengthening.”

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