There's something wrong with the general.

After passing Eagle's Beak Valley, Zhiming took Wen Yuxi and flew on swords straight towards Infant Crying Valley.

"Brother, how long will it take to arrive?"

"Half an hour."

Since they set out from the capital, they traveled all night long until they spent some time in Bingjian Mountain and Yingzui Valley the next day.

It is only the afternoon of the second day.

We should be able to reach our destination before dark.

After leaving Eagle Valley, Wen Yuxi's mood has been unresolved.

He held Zhiming obediently on the flying sword, looking ahead with an expressionless face.

I don’t know where my soul has flown to.

Wen Yuxi also knew that something was wrong with him.

The closer we get to our destination.

The more uneasy I feel.

I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to find Wen Qianyi, and I was also afraid that what I would find would be a cold corpse.

Wen Qianyi was his only thought when he first came into this world.

He didn't want anything to happen to him, he just wanted him to be safe.

"Brother, do you think Infant Crying Valley is really dangerous?"

Zhiming stared at him quietly.

Wen Yuxi's face was full of worry without a trace of smile.

He did not offer any words of comfort, but spoke frankly: "Immortal cultivators should also be careful when passing through this place."

Wen Yuxi's eyes suddenly dimmed, and he murmured, "Then the mortals will never return."

Zhiming's eyes flickered slightly, and he whispered, "Is he very important to me?"

Wen Yuxi's fingers, which were clutching her clothes, suddenly tightened, and her eyes became a little dazed.

"He is my eldest brother, who is related to me by blood. Naturally, he is very important to me."

"Infant Crying Valley is located in a remote area. How could you...your brother pass by here?"

There was something strange in his tone when he said the word "brother".

Wen Yuxi looked up at him.

Zhiming was staring at him with his eyes lowered, his gaze a little deeper than usual, as if filled with emotions that were difficult to read.

A strand of hair on her forehead fell on her white jade-like face, adding a touch of charm.

Wen Yuxi's heart seemed to skip a beat and he quickly turned his head away.

He replied hurriedly, "Well, the old emperor asked my eldest brother to go to the north to defend against the enemy, so he had to go. His subordinates wrote back saying that in order to get there in a very short time, he would most likely have to pass through the Infant Crying Valley."

"Do you know where he disappeared from?"

"We just don't know where they disappeared from. We've already sent people to look for the traces they left behind, but strangely, they seem to have vanished into thin air."

Wen Yuxi frowned, feeling confused.

Where will he go? Will he meet bad guys?

suddenly.

An idea popped into my mind.

Wen Yuxi tightly grasped Zhiming's arm and anxiously asked, "Brother, do you know any magic that can help me find someone?"

He looked at Zhiming nervously, afraid that he would say something wrong.

Zhiming glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, his arm aching from being held by him, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Suddenly he took a step forward.

Wen Yuxi didn't understand what was going on and subconsciously wanted to step back.

Realizing that she was still on the flying sword, she couldn't help but tighten her grip on the clothes around his waist.

He asked uncertainly, "Master....Brother?"

When the two bodies were pressed tightly together, Zhiming stopped.

He leaned forward slightly and put his arms around Wen Yuxi's waist.

He whispered in his ear, "Only the blood of a close relative can find it."

Blood of a close relative?

Wen Yuxi's heart was pounding.

His body is made of ice lotus, so there is no blood of his closest relatives in it.

Wen Yuxi coughed guiltily: "No, no other magic?"

Zhiming slowly stretched out his hand and touched the ice lotus mark on the back of his neck with his fingertips.

The cold fingertips are as light as a dragonfly skimming the water.

Wen Yuxi shook his shoulders violently, and laughed twice: "Haha, it's so itchy, don't touch my neck."

Zhiming withdrew his body, stared at him, and said.

"No. Why would you ask that, Junior Brother? Could it be that he is not your closest blood relative?"

Wen Yuxi's eyelids twitched and he pulled the corners of his mouth into a fake smile.

"of course not."

He said with a relaxed expression, "If my father didn't lie to me, then he must be my biological elder brother."

"Ah."

Zhiming chuckled and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Then what are you afraid of, Master?"

He raised his hand and touched his face, his fingertips resting on his brow.

Wen Yuxi's heart skipped a beat.

His senior brother was indeed very meticulous, and he must have noticed all of his reactions.

But why is he suddenly putting himself in a difficult position?

Why is it so strange?

Wen Yuxi angrily let go of the hand that was holding his clothes.

Of course he knew that Zhiming would never let him go and let him fall from this great height.

So she reached out and cupped his cheeks fearlessly.

She pouted and questioned, "Brother, what's wrong with you? Didn't you agree not to pry into my secrets? Going back on your word is unethical."

Zhiming stared into his eyes, and his heart felt warmed by his burning eyes.

He quickly turned his head away and whispered, "Junior brother, you misunderstood me."

Wen Yuxi turned his face back, moved closer, and their eyes met.

He said jokingly with a smile: "Brother, are you jealous? He is my eldest brother, and you are my senior brother. You are both the most important people in my heart."

Zhiming lowered his eyes slightly and his gaze fell on his chattering mouth.

His eyes flickered and his heart felt hot.

"Nothing."

He responded in a low voice, not being jealous of this matter.

Wen Yuxi blinked and turned her head in front of him. Seeing his slightly pursed lips, she knew that he was in a bad mood, so she stood on tiptoe and bumped his head with her forehead.

"Of course I know. Senior Brother is a very tolerant person."

Zhiming was slightly startled, then reached out to grab his hand, pinched his fingertips, and whispered, "It's almost there in a while, hold on tight."

The voice just fell.

Suddenly, the flying sword suddenly rushed forward and accelerated.

A hurricane almost blew Wen Yuxi down.

She hurriedly buried her head in Zhiming's arms without caring about anything, and hugged his waist tightly with both hands.

Only when his pounding heartbeat slowed down did he come to his senses.

Are you sure it’s not his senior brother teasing him?

How can you be so stingy!

Wen Yuxi was so angry that her teeth were itching. She knew that he was afraid of heights, but she still lied to him like this.

snort!

The more I think about it, the angrier I get. I just can't handle it.

He suddenly raised his head and bit his neck in anger.

Woo woo, like a puppy.

I bit with a little force and suddenly felt something was wrong.

Hey, that’s not right. Why aren’t you crying out in pain?

He raised his head and his eyes met Zhiming's deep eyes.

Wen Yuxi was startled and quickly put on a begging smile: "I saw that you felt a little itchy there, so I helped you scratch it."

Zhiming raised his eyebrows and asked, "Use your teeth?"

Wen Yuxi covered her frightened heart and nodded heavily: "Saliva can relieve the itch."

He glanced at Zhiming's neck secretly, where two rows of teeth marks were clearly visible.

He couldn't help but feel regretful and hurriedly tried to make amends: "It was my fault that Senior Brother almost threw me off the sword. I only bit you lightly. No big deal, no big deal. I can bite you back."

Just stretch your neck forward.

The slender neck is as white as jade, yet so fragile that it can be held in one hand.

Zhiming narrowed his eyes and turned his head away: "It's on the account."

???

What does he mean?

Did you let him go?

Wen Yuxi roared silently towards the sky.