There's something wrong with the general.

The sky was as thick as ink, so gloomy and dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of you.

In the dark night, a long sword flew quickly from south to north.

"Look, it looked like a meteor just flew by..."

"There's no such thing as a shooting star. It's a flying insect."

The sword flew very high, and in the cloudless night, it seemed even higher and smaller.

When people on the ground looked up, they just saw a small flying insect or felt dizzy.

There are two people standing on this flying sword.

It was Wen Yuxi and Zhiming.

They had been flying for several hours.

I have flown from the time when it was still bright till now.

At the beginning, Wen Yuxi felt extremely comfortable when flying.

But after flying for a few hours.

He felt colder and colder.

Wen Yuxi couldn't help but shiver and curled up his arms.

His whole body was cold, and he even wanted to stand on the flying sword and stomp his feet.

Oh my god, it's too cold.

This fucking thing is not going to reach the North Pole!

She took back her hand that was on Zhiming's waist and put it to her lips to blow on it.

Oh, why is it this posture?

Wen Yuxi gets angry whenever he thinks about it.

I originally thought that riding on the flying sword would be as slow and leisurely as last time.

Who would have thought that the speed would jump directly from a bicycle to a high-speed train.

Wen Yuxi was so shocked by the cold air that he wanted to jump off the flying sword.

Later, Taoist Master Zhiming used some Taoist magic on him, and he felt better.

Unexpectedly, it started to get cold again when we flew here.

The hot air exhaled from the mouth dissipated with the wind and could not resist anything.

Zhiming seemed to sense that something was wrong with him.

He tapped the sword lightly to slow down his speed, turned around slowly, and held Wen Yuxi's hand.

My fingers are cold, like two icicles.

The further north you go, the colder it gets.

He had forgotten about it for a moment.

Zhiming held him in his arms. Because the wind was so strong, he whispered in his ear, "Master Wen, did you bring any warm clothes?"

Wen Yuxi shook his head.

He didn't remember this for a moment.

When he was on Earth, the temperature difference from south to north was not that big.

But let him, a grown man, curl up in the arms of another man.

I feel awkward all over.

It’s so cold.

Wen Yuxi was greedy for the warmth from his body, but also felt a little ashamed.

The two villains in my mind started fighting.

In the end, reason prevailed.

Gently pushing away Zhiming's body.

Strands of warmth wrapped around his fingers and body like silk threads.

It’s so annoying.

Mingming Zhiming was wearing fewer clothes than him.

He was still wearing the same clothes he wore when he set out. As the flying sword moved, his robe fluttered in the air, making him look like a hermit living on a fairy mountain.

"After crossing the Bingjian Mountain, I'm afraid it will be even colder."

Zhiming paused, took out a snow-white cloak from his Qiankun bag and put it on him.

The slender and beautiful fingers flew up and down to tie the belt.

Wen Yuxi's entire face was covered by a furry hat, with only her palm-sized red cheeks exposed.

His eyes were big and bright, like glowing beads in the dark night.

Zhiming turned his head and looked at the scenery that was rapidly receding.

After putting on the cloak, Wen Yuxi indeed felt much warmer.

But compared to Zhiming's embrace, this is better than nothing.

"Master, what is this Bingjian Mountain?"

"Young Master, just call me Zhiming. Calling me Taoist Priest Daoist Priest sounds like I'm from the Taoist temple."

Wen Yuxi said with a smile: "Then you don't have to call me Young Master, it sounds strange. My name is Wen Yuxi, you can just call me Yuxi."

"Yu...xi..." The man opened his thin lips and uttered each word in a low voice.

Wen Yuxi's cheeks flushed slightly.

Luckily, it was dark and cold, so he probably couldn't see how embarrassed he was.

Wen Yuxi wanted to scream.

The sound is so nice too!

It’s so foul!

"Zhiming." Wen Yuxi also returned the favor and called his name.

Zhiming looked at him quietly, silent for a moment.

After a long time, he suddenly raised his hand and his fingertips fell on Wen Yuxi's face.

Wen Yuxi was a little at a loss.

My steps involuntarily stepped back.

Zhiming grabbed her waist and said, "Don't retreat any further, you're about to fall."

Wen Yuxi looked down.

A bottomless abyss, a world of ice and snow.

I was so scared that my soul was scared to death.

In a panic, she threw herself into his arms.

Hearing his strong heartbeat next to his ears, Wen Yuxi felt a great sense of peace.

He grabbed Zhiming's clothes at the waist, slowly raised his head and accused.

"Zhiming, you scared me!"

Zhiming lowered his eyes and stared at him, then smiled: "Don't move anymore."

Wen Yuxi pouted and said angrily, "That's because you touched my face. It's so itchy."

"ribbon."

As he spoke, he continued the action he had just taken, pulling the ribbon on the cloak behind Wen Yuxi.

His face turned red.

Oh, it turns out I was overthinking it!

I’m really too embarrassed to see anyone!

Wen Yuxi buried her forehead in Zhiming's arms in great shame.

Zhiming put his hands on his waist and felt that everything in front of him was fake, like an illusion.

But the warm touch in my hand is so real.

Zhiming lowered his head, pursed his lips, and felt a bitter feeling in his heart.

Sure enough, even after integrating that part of the memory, I still can’t remember it?

Wen Yuxi was nestled in his arms, feeling a comfort she had never felt before.

The heat was making him almost drowsy.

She rested her hands on his arms, raised her chin slightly, and yawned.

Zhiming tightened his arms towards himself again, and Wen Yuxi fit perfectly in his arms, completely covered by him.

With her forehead slightly lowered, she leaned closer to him.

He whispered, "Go to sleep if you're tired. After we pass Bingjian Mountain, we'll find a place to rest."

Wen Yuxi buried her head in his arms, rubbed his chest, and muttered something.

"Zhiming, you haven't told me where Bingjian Mountain is."

Zhiming held him and made him change into a comfortable position. He rested his chin on his forehead and said slowly, "Bingjian Mountain is actually a mountain range. It is very steep. There is a thousand-foot cliff below. Even birds cannot fly across..."

Wen Yuxi thought vaguely, "They have to fly over there too. Isn't that very dangerous?"

But don’t be afraid, Taoist Master Zhiming is here.

He will overcome everything, won't he?

But why do I trust him so much?

I can't figure it out. I'm so sleepy. I might as well go to sleep. I'll figure it out when I fall asleep...

Zhiming's hand gently stroked Wen Yuxi's back and whispered, "Go to sleep, everything will be fine."

"Senior brother......"

In his sleep, Wen Yuxi seemed to feel that someone was talking to him.

The sound was very nice.

But why does it sound a bit sad?

Wen Yuxi was puzzled. He was there, always there.

I couldn't help but reply, Senior Brother.

Zhiming's body shook violently, and he gradually tightened his grip on the person in his arms. There seemed to be a flash of blood in his eyes, cold and bloodthirsty.

He was surrounded by a black aura, which was entwined around the two of them.

Zhiming held the back of Wen Yuxi's head with one hand.

With the other hand, the thumb fell on his pale pink and moist lips, gently stroking them repeatedly.

The eyes are like a deep pool, bottomless.

Wen Yuxi felt a little uncomfortable in his sleep, and his brows were tightly furrowed.

Her beautiful lips unconsciously pursed and accidentally rubbed against Zhiming's fingertips.

It was like a kiss falling on it.

My fingers suddenly felt hot.

Zhiming felt hot in the chest and his body tensed.

Staring blankly at the 'culprit' who was sleeping soundly.

He called out softly: "Junior brother..."

The ending sound is long, like the whisper of a lover...

"Junior brother, I am here, always here."