Chapter 879

The sleepy pajamas in my head disappeared in an instant.

Ji Rao lifted the bedding, barefoot bed, while looking and shouting, "Shen yun'an? Shen Yunan

No one answered him.

Ji Rao pushes the door to go out. He just lifts his clothes and wants to go out to look for it, but he only takes two steps and stops.

The air is getting colder and colder. When you exhale, you can still see the faint breath. When you don't wait to see it, it's scattered in the air. Half of the sun comes out from the horizon. The sun shines on the land, but you can't feel the warmth. It's like a bleak incandescent lamp.

Ji Rao saw his reclining chair in the yard, a figure quietly lying on it, hands folded on the abdomen.

Damn it!

Damn it!

Shen yun'an is lying on his reclining chair waiting for the sun!

Ji Rao took a deep breath, walked towards Shen yun'an, and patted him.

Shen yun'an slowly opens his eyes. At the same time, Ji Rao feels a dull pain coming from his chest. He can't help bending down and coughing. His throat is full of disgusting blood.

One hand was over his shoulder. He came out in a hurry. He didn't wear any clothes outside, so he put on an inner one. The cold on his hand almost instantly penetrated through his clothes. Ji Rao couldn't help shaking.

He looked up at Shen yun'an's dead eyes.

Ji Rao waits for what Shen yun'an will say to him, but Shen yun'an just stands there quietly without blinking his eyes. If it wasn't for the slow and unobvious breathing floating of his chest, Ji Rao would really be a sculpture.

He still can't talk.

Ji Rao lowered her eyes and covered the disappointment in her emerald green eyes.

"Come back with me."

He pulled Shen yun'an up and took him to the room.

Shen Yun is quiet, quiet and quiet. Sometimes he sits on one side, just like a decoration in the room.

Someone brought water to Ji Rao to wash and then eat.

Ji Rao looks at the delicate dishes on the table, but he has no appetite at all.

He sat at the table until the dishes were cold and didn't take a few bites.

Ji Rao reached for his handkerchief and wiped his mouth. "Where's Han Yu?"

"In his room."

"Remember to remind him to change his dressing."

"Good wizard."

Ji Rao leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, thinking about when to find a virtuous and lovely daughter-in-law for Han Yu.

He waved his hand. "Take all this down."

"Lord, the elder asked you to pray."

Ji Rao slowly opened his eyes, "when?"

"It's time."

"I know."

"I'll put the robe here for the witch Lord."

Ji Rao nodded gently.

After waiting for that person to go out, Ji Rao lifted and looked at the neatly folded robes on the table.

Praying is a monthly tradition of witches.

Although the Wu people are in Wushan, they are not worldly and do not touch the world, but it is their duty to pray for the common people. Witchcraft was first created for the benefit of the common people, but with the development of witchcraft, the witches gradually found that witchcraft would strongly change the disputes between countries.

The development of all things has the way of heaven. They use witchcraft to turn the world around, which is equivalent to fighting against the way of heaven with the fur of the way of heaven. Such people will eventually have retribution.

So the witches chose to avoid the world.

No longer interfere with the secular world.

It's just that in order to repay their kindness, the witch clan asked the wizard master to help Bai Li, so that a branch that should have perished long ago is still in a prosperous age.