Before passing through the screen, a sharp palm wind suddenly hits in front of you!

Jiuqing paused for a moment, his eyes suddenly turned cold.

With a cold and ruthless murderous aura, he had arrived in front of him, as if he was determined to kill the intruder.

The heart of his eyes was subtle, and he knew who the person was coming in a glance. Jiu Qing's eyebrows and eyes moved, but he didn't say anything, and he didn't move, and just stood quietly like this.

A palm as fast as lightning suddenly slashed through her pupils, and the two fingers that were curled were less than an inch away from her eyebrows, but they could no longer move forward.

Wuji's face changed, and his eyes were filled with Jiu Qing's unparalleled face, and his eyes were stunned.

"What happened?" Jiuqing spoke lightly, his eyes locked quietly.

Wuji's face was pale, hesitant, uneasy, and there was an anxiety in his eyes.

"What happened to Ye Jin?"

Standing like a silent wood, his face was pale and colorless, his hands tightly swaying his clothes, and his eyes showed a bleak and helpless anxiety.

Jiuqing frowned, passed by him, passed through the screen and arrived at the inner hall, and saw a scene in front of him.

Ye Jin, half lying on the soft couch, fell asleep quietly, as if ignorant, and his whole body looked not much different from usual. However, between his delicate eyebrows and eyes, a blood-red cinnabar mole was shining with a dazzling light, dazzling and flashing with light.

Cinnabar mole?

Jiuqing's eyebrows and eyes moved slightly, and she was extremely sure that before that, she had not seen such a cinnabar mole between Ye Jin's eyebrows and eyes. How could such a bright red cinnabar suddenly appear?

It is as red as fire, as gorgeous as blood, beautiful as close to the demon.

Wuji turned around and walked in slowly, but a prayer faintly appeared in his pale and spiritual eyes.

Jiuqing turned his head to look at him, "What's going on?"

"Miss Jiuqing..." Wu Ji spoke with a low voice, his voice was dull, "Master... I'm a nightmare."

nightmare?

Jiuqing frowned almost unpredictably, "How could he have a nightmare?"

Wuji shook his head slowly, his expression was panicked, but he seemed to not know how to explain.

Seeing this, a trace of doubt flashed in his heart. He glanced at Ye Jin and turned his eyes to Wu Ji's face, "When will he wake up?"

"Maybe...it will be after dark." Wu Ji said, turning to look at the sky outside, "It should be soon."

"Can he hear us now?"

Wuji shook his head, "No."

"Since you can't hear it, then you can tell me about this situation." Jiuqing glanced at him, turned around and put the medicine box on the desk, "I can't do the needle now, I want to understand what's going on with him."

Nightmare, these two words can have many explanations, and no matter which explanation it is, it cannot be diagnosed through normal pulse diagnosis.

Wu Ji shook his head, his face turned pale a little longer, "Master, don't let me say it."

"But I already know." Jiuqing looked at him steadily, his tone was much gentler, "Wuji, you should not doubt your loyalty to King Jin, right?"

As soon as these words came out, Wuji's face changed suddenly.

After a long silence, his face finally regained a little calm, "My loyalty to my master cannot be questioned."
Chapter completed!