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It was late winter, and winter in the wet and cold area south of the Yangtze River was freezing from the inside out, especially at night.

There was no charcoal stove in the room, so Qu Ling got up early.

Before he fell asleep, a strong wind was blowing outside the window, along with the faint rustling of the leaves.

Qu Ling curled up in the quilt and muttered, "Unlucky, it's going to rain again." He smacked his lips a few times, turned around, and continued sleeping.

In the middle of the night, the sky suddenly rumbled. Not long after that, the sound of rain falling on tiles came from the roof.

Perhaps, without Xiao Jingyue, who was in the shape of a human, by his side, Qu Ling had been unable to sleep soundly, and he always felt that he was missing something in his heart.

When the thunder rumbled, it was immediately woken up.

Qu Ling turned around sleepily and looked towards the window.

The windows were closed, and it seemed unlikely that they would be blown open.

Qu Ling retracted his gaze, yawned, and pulled at his blanket. He then rolled back and forth on the bed like a madman, and wrapped himself up like a cicada in a cocoon.

Even though he was young, his body was not as healthy as it used to be. Even after he had slept for most of the night, his hands and feet were still warm.

It was like this when he was young, he didn't know what to do when he was old.

Just as Qu Ling was thinking, the window suddenly emitted an extremely soft creaking sound.

In the next moment, cold wind mixed with rain gushed in through the window.

Qu Ling was so cold that he could not help but shrink back, almost burying his head under the blanket.

It was a good thing she hadn't taken off her hat before she went to bed, or she'd have to get sick tomorrow.

The windows opened automatically for two reasons only: the wind, the people.

Suddenly, the soft sound of footsteps could be heard.

Qu Ling's body suddenly stiffened. His entire body tensed up, and the hand that held onto the blanket could not help but tighten.

The thunder outside was loud, and the rain was loud. She could hear it now, and guessed that the footsteps were very close to the bed.

While Qu Ling was still nervous, he did not forget to quickly think of a countermeasure.

She didn't have any sharp weapons on her, and the only thing that could attack her was the three little things hiding in her embrace.

Ah, yes.

How could she have forgotten that she still had two little companions in her arms?

Qu Ling's hand calmly reached into his chest and pulled the blood spider out.

In the darkness, it was hard for an ordinary person to see, let alone such a small thing.

Qu Ling's eyes flashed as he hooked his index finger at the spider.

The blood spider seemed to understand her words as it spat out a few sections of silk that were as long as silver needles.

Ordinary spiders could only spit out silk that entangled flies, mosquitoes, or disgusting people, but the silk spat out by the blood spiders was extremely tenacious. If the people who used these spider silk had used it quickly and properly, these short silk threads could be used as needles.

The first time Xiao Jingyue unleashed the parasite in front of him, Qu Ling had used the Blood Spider silk to pierce into his body to fight against the poison.

Qu Ling kept the spider silk and gestured towards it.

The blood spider silently crawled out of the blanket and crawled towards the foot of the person standing next to the bed.

Almost as soon as the spider stopped at the man's feet, so did the man.

Although Qu Ling who was hiding under the blanket looked calm, he was actually panicking in his heart. He was so nervous that his palms were about to sweat.

Not only did she hear the footsteps stop beside her, but she also sensed that the person seemed to be approaching her.

The sound of thunder outside was like a thunderstorm cheering on, rumbling non-stop.

He didn't know if there was anyone guarding outside, and he didn't know if her screams could penetrate the sound of the thunderstorm.

Qu Ling hypnotized herself for a moment, and before the person could react, she woke up and sat up.

With the determination to fight to the death, he gripped a few spider webs tightly and viciously threw it at that person.

However —

He was still a step too late.

He had just raised his hand into the air when the man grabbed his wrist.

Qu Ling's heart was in panic, just as he was about to kick, the person suddenly spoke out.

"Ah Ling, it's me."

When the warm and familiar voice entered his ears, Qu Ling's movements suddenly stopped.

Surprise came too quickly.

Qu Ling was stunned for a while before he regained his senses.

He slowly lowered his hand and leaned over, trying to see the man's face clearly.

A martial artist's eyesight would at least be better, upon seeing this, Murong Yan took the initiative to look over.

He only stopped when he was about two palms wide.

Qu Ling looked at the warm and handsome face that was just inches away from him. Blinking his eyes, he suddenly felt as if he was in a dream.

Murong Yan suddenly laughed softly. He held her hand and returned the blood spider back to her and said softly, "This is not a good place to talk, follow us and leave."

Qu Ling was at a loss for a moment, the first thing that came to his mind was: No wonder the blood spider was obedient, it was actually Murong Yan.

Then he said, "Leave with us first. Who else do we have other than Murong Yan?"

However, Murong Yan did not immediately explain it. He squatted down and threw the shoes back in front of Qu Ling.

Qu Ling did not speak anymore, and after putting on his shoes, he packed his belongings and followed Murong Yan out of the window.

The rain was heavy, and even before he stepped out of the window, he could feel the rain hitting his body.

As soon as he got out of the window, he was met by a chilly wind and a cold rain.

However, although the weather was terrible, it just so happened that Murong Yan was able to sneak into the mansion and take the person away "time".

Murong Yan paused for a moment, he suddenly took off his robes that were half wet, and covered himself with it.

"Murong …" Qu Ling wanted to take off his robes.

Murong Yan pressed her hand down and said in a low voice: "Your body is not comparable to mine, be careful of catching a cold."

Qu Ling still had something else to say, but Murong Yan had already hugged her and walked out of the heavy rain.

Due to the wetness of the outer robe over her body, it was not warm and could not block the wind and rain. It could only serve as a form of spiritual consolation.

The two of them had been walking in the rain for a short while, when Qu Ling suddenly shivered and her lips started to turn purple.

Fortunately, the section of the road was not too far. After dodging the heavy patrolling guards, the two of them successfully left the magistrate court.

Chu Yu, who was dressed in his raincoat, had long been driving a horse carriage outside the mansion waiting for him.

When he saw the two coming back from afar, he immediately jumped off the carriage and opened the door.

Murong Yan brought the cold and shivering Qu Ling up and down, while conveniently taking off the wet outer robe that he wore on her body.

Murong Yan was very meticulous, he had long made a small charcoal stove inside the carriage, so the inside of the carriage was already very warm.

When Qu Ling who was frozen to the point that he could not feel anything entered the cave, he nearly shed a few tears.

The moment she sat down against the wall of the carriage, her tensed body finally relaxed, revealing a smile as if she had narrowly escaped death.

"Drink some to warm your body."

After Murong Yan finished speaking, he placed a jug of yellow wine into Qu Ling's hands, and closed the door to the carriage.

The carriage came without a sound and left without a sound. It did not disturb anyone in the yamen.

No one knew that not long after Qu Ling left, a figure had snuck into the bedroom that Qu Ling was staying in earlier like a ghost.