I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

"..."

Shui Yingxue subconsciously took a step back, her face grim, "Ning Ruan, I didn't make a move just now."

"I know you still want to stop them." Ning Ruan smiled, "That's why I'm discussing this with you now."

"You sensed someone here, so you deliberately led the black fog here, wanting us to block the black fog for you, right?"

"..."

Shui Yingxue couldn't refute it, this was indeed what they planned.

"We really have no other choice. The black fog is too strange. If we don't do this, we will die if it catches up with us."

"Yeah." Ning Ruan nodded. "That's indeed no problem. If the scapegoat you're looking for isn't me, I can't condemn you."

"But the scapegoat you're looking for is me."

"It's just such a coincidence."

Shui Yingxue: “…”

She pursed her lips and was about to speak.

The dark sky suddenly disappeared.

Just like yesterday's gray day appeared.

Its daybreak!

Mo Feng's eyes widened with excitement, "Fellow Daoist Ning, it's dawn! It's finally dawn!"

God knows how worried he was that the day would not come as the night stretched on.

The glacier in the dark is so terrifying!

Ning Ruan reacted calmly and continued to look at Shui Yingxue in front of her.

The latter's eyes darkened, "What do you want me to do to let you go?"

"Heavenly materials and earthly treasures? Spiritual weapons and elixirs?"

"As for the Jindan cultivators sent by the major sects to look for you, they won't listen to me. Even if I die, they won't give up the immortal weapon."

Ning Ruan raised an eyebrow curiously, "Then take the natural treasures. I want them to taste good."

"If it satisfies me, then so be it."

"..."

Hearing this, Shui Yingxue stood there in a daze, unable to react for a moment.

She even wondered if she had heard it wrong, or if Ning Ruan was teasing her.

Otherwise, how could it be as Shui Ling'er said, that Ning Ruan could be made to give in so easily?

"What? No?" Ning Ruan saw that she hadn't moved for a long time and raised her eyebrows slightly. "You are the destiny of the Xuanshui clan, you don't have this, right?"

"Yes! Yes!" Shui Yingxue was startled and responded quickly, fearing that Ning Ruan would go back on his word.

She quickly took out more than a dozen different spiritual fruits and medicines from her storage ring.

Since you are going to give, just give the full amount at once.

So as to prevent the other party from regretting it midway.

Ning Ruan took a careful look with his spiritual sense, nodded with satisfaction, and with a wave of his hand, put all the rare treasures into the storage bag.

He just casually left a spiritual fruit in his hand.

Took a bite on the spot.

It tastes really good.

The most important thing is that she has never eaten this kind of spiritual fruit.

"Okay, you can go." Ning Ruan waved her hand, as if to send away an insignificant passerby.

"..."

Shui Yingxue felt as if she had been pardoned. Her tense heartstrings suddenly relaxed, and she almost instinctively wanted to escape immediately.

But suddenly he stopped.

He turned around slowly, his face showing a look of struggle that kept changing.

Ning Ruan seemed to have noticed something and raised her eyes, "Anything else?"

Shui Yingxue took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind. Her voice was barely noticeable, dry and difficult. "Ning... Ning Ruan, can I... can I go with you for a while?"

As soon as these words were spoken, not only did Ning Ruan raise her eyebrows, but Mo Feng, who had been trying hard to reduce his presence, also suddenly raised his head and shook his tentacles in surprise.

Ning Ruan took a bite of the spiritual fruit in her hand. The flesh was crisp and sweet, and the taste was very unique.

She chewed slowly, without saying a word, just looking at Shui Yingxue.

Shui Yingxue's scalp tingled under her gaze, but she still explained, "You should have noticed that this place will randomly teleport us at night, making us lose our bearings. If we travel together, at least we'll have someone to look after us..."

"Should I take care of you?" Ning Ruan asked bluntly.

Shui Yingxue: “…”

She wanted to argue.

But when he thought about how easily Ning Ruan had removed the black fog, he could no longer utter any words of rebuttal.

Ning Ruan raised her hand and took back the iron pot that was still floating in the air.

So he took the painting and continued heading south.

"Mo Feng, let's go."

Mo Feng came to his senses and hurriedly chased after him.

"..."

Shui Yingxue stood where she was, watching the two figures, one in blue and one in black, walking towards the south where the cold was obviously heavier without hesitation, without any intention of waiting for her.

She gritted her teeth, as if she had thought of something.

"Ning Ruan!" Shui Yingxue suddenly shouted, her voice a little abrupt on the empty ice field. "I'm not useless! I know a lot about the skills and secret techniques of various tribes, and even the weaknesses of some powerful people. Although I can't help you attack my own people, I can do my best to save your life!"

The figure in front didn't pause at all, as if he hadn't heard anything at all.

After a long time.

It was so long that she felt Ning Ruan would ignore her.

The girl's calm and casual voice drifted back on the wind, clearly falling into her ears:

"It doesn't matter."

"Don't care."

Six words, understated, yet with a confidence and aloofness that borders on arrogance.

It was as if they were saying that the fact that their Xuanshui clan was making such a big fuss now was actually a joke.

She didn't care at all.

The human race doesn't care either.

Shui Yingxue stood there in a daze, not moving an inch for a long time.

Mo Feng followed behind Ning Ruan, one of them was flying a sword, and the other was flying directly.

The former couldn't help but look back at the blue figure standing still on the gray-white ice field and whispered, "Fellow Daoist Ning, it seems...she hasn't left yet."

"Maybe you don't want to leave." Ning Ruan responded casually.

Then he tapped the unfolded scroll in his hand with his fingers.

Several voices were heard instantly from within the scroll.

An elder of the Xuanshui Clan said, "Ning Ruan, I can swear an oath to the Heavenly Dao that I will never attack you again. What do you want in exchange for letting me go?"

There was also the Shadow City Lord: "Ning Ruan, please let me go first. It's useless to catch me. If I were you, I would find a way to escape back to the human race. Maybe I can still save my life."

Then came the slightly harsh voices of the Lingmu Clan and the Yan Clan cultivators:

"Ning Ruan, it was all a misunderstanding just now. Please let us go first."

"Ning Ruan, if I die, the Yan Clan will definitely not let you go!"

Newcomers are noisier than old ones.

"So, you are quite important in the Yan Clan?"

Ning Ruan curled the corner of her lips slightly, took out a small golden brush and began to paint.

"It's good that you're important. I'm just worried that you're not important. Then how can I use you to exchange for things with the Yan Clan?"

After saying that, she knocked on the scroll again.

The sound within the scroll was blocked.

I started painting seriously along the way.

Mo Feng, who was following behind him, didn't even dare to look at them. He silently observed his surroundings, "Fellow Daoist Ning, which direction are we going now?"

"Maybe it's the south." Ning Ruan didn't even raise her head, her pen nibbling smoothly on the scroll as she casually replied, "Anyway, the cold is getting worse."

The south is where the coldest air is.

But after nightfall, the cold becomes heavier.

She has now figured out the pattern.

Mo Feng's tentacles trembled uneasily when he heard this, and he subconsciously wrapped his clothes tightly. He looked at Ning Ruan's back as she focused on painting, and couldn't help but ask again: "Fellow Daoist Ning, you said that at night...will we be separated again?"

"of course."

Ning Ruan finally stopped writing, pondered for a moment, and suddenly said: "But we can try other methods, maybe we won't be separated."

Mo Feng felt a little relieved.

As long as we don't separate.

If they were separated, he would surely die.

However, the problem of random teleportation is indeed quite troublesome... Ning Ruan thought about it, and suddenly took out a thunder bomb that had not been used for a long time and threw it down.