Crazy! The cold master fell in love with me, she ran away from him

The sky is dark, the stars are twinkling, the crescent moon hangs obliquely in the sky, and a cool breeze like water blows in from the windowsill.

After sending Su Yu and Bai Ji away, Li Nian lay on the bed like a dead fish.

Li Nian's eyes were filled with worry, his brows were furrowed, he bit his lower lip, and turned over in bed again.

I was thinking about what to do if I lost my spiritual power, but I was so confused that I couldn't figure it out.

For a cultivator to lose his spiritual power is like a child to lose its milk, how painful it is!

He stared at the roof with misty eyes for a long time, but finally he could not resist the fatigue of his body. When he lowered his eyes, a light bulb went off in his head.

The troubling problem was solved, and he closed his eyes and died peacefully...

Ah...I fell asleep!

At this moment, a burst of angry shouts came from a tall, dark palace.

"Waste, every one of them is waste!"

Then there was the sound of something heavy falling to the ground, gulp gulp...

There seemed to be some glassware falling to the ground, tinkling...

Mixed in with this were the sounds of begging for mercy, which disappeared the next moment.

In less than half a moment, a disgusting smell of blood emanated from the dark palace.

Rong Meng looked down and saw black and red blood appearing in the long palace corridor, gradually dyeing the palace door red. In this dark and gloomy demonic realm, it was even more eerie and strange.

Rong Meng raised the corner of his mouth in a mechanical arc, turned around and left the palace filled with blood.

Arriving at a magnificent palace, the plaque was inscribed with three wild and unruly characters:

Demon Moon Palace!

Rong Meng walked through a long corridor, passed through a door, and walked around the towering cloud screen before entering the inner hall.

Inside the bedroom, there were cloud-top sandalwood beams, crystal jade disks for lamps, pearls for curtains, and gold molds for column bases.

Next to the six-foot-wide agarwood bed hung a silk tent embroidered with crabapple flowers embroidered with pearls and silver threads. The silk fluttered in the wind, as if falling into a phantom sea of ​​clouds and mountains.

A man in a red robe was leaning on the couch, his black hair scattered around his shoulders and neck, hanging down to his waist.

Her eyes were blurry, as if she had not woken up yet, and the faint blush around her eyes looked like peach petals.

The tail of the eye is curved like a crescent moon, which makes it look charming. The red mole below the right corner of the eye is particularly captivating.

This person is the second son of the demon clan, Yun Ai.

Rong Meng walked forward, bowed his head respectfully, knelt on one knee, and raised his right hand to his chest in salute.

The tall and strong man knelt in front of the man's bed very meekly, with his lowered eyes showing no trace of disrespect.

The person on the couch seemed to have woken up, and he lightly raised his eyelids and said lazily, "Get up."

Rong Meng stood up silently and stood there like a sculpture.

The man played with the jade belt around his waist and asked lazily, "How is it?"

After Rong Meng explained the situation in the Shadow Palace one by one, he lowered his head and stepped aside.

Yun Ai did not stop playing with the jade belt. He raised his eyebrows without surprise when he heard this, with a strong sense of sarcasm in his eyes.

With a glance at his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth turned up, and a wanton laugh overflowed from his throat.

"How ridiculous! My stupid third brother actually wants to reattach his broken arm. How ridiculous!"

"It's possible to connect with the spiritual sword of the number one immortal in the world of cultivation!"

“Hahahaha… hehe…”

Wild laughter filled the entire hall. The man's body trembled slightly, and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

"My third brother was originally a two-armed man, but now he's become useless, hahahaha..."

No matter what the person on the couch did, Rong Meng always kept his eyes lowered, not daring to have even a hint of covetousness.

Finally, after laughing enough, Yun Ai wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and looked at the statue-like person beside her with red eyes, saying

"Tell me, why didn't Su Yu kill Yan Ye directly, but only cut off his arm?"

Yun Ai didn't think that the dignified Elder Shuanghua of Tianyan Sect and the Immortal Master Yuque of the cultivation world would not dare or be unable to kill Yan Ye.

Unless... he deliberately didn't kill him. Why was his little disciple injured so badly by Yan Ye?

Rong Meng raised his head and said respectfully, "I don't know."

Yun Ai didn't expect the sculpture-like figure to give any good answer.

His bony hands supported his chin, his eyes were raised, and he looked forward.

Thinking of what he had investigated, the corners of his lips curled up and a low laugh escaped from his throat.

Tsk!

With that little girl around, these trivial matters are becoming more and more interesting.

Coincidentally, he loves the hustle and bustle the most!

The sky was silent and cloudless at night, a huge blood moon hung low in the sky, and tall golems stood tall.

The night wind blew, carrying a heavy, eerie air. This area was isolated from the heavens and earth, unknown to anyone.

Wisps of black mist seeped out from a hidden, tightly closed palace, dancing with the sound of the wind, as if evil spirits were conversing...

Tianyan Sect, located in Juyun Peak.

In the dim room, Li Nian tightly grasped the corner of his clothes, curled up at the head of the bed, his eyes closed, his brows furrowed, and his forehead covered with a layer of fine beads of sweat.

"Daddy, can you teach me how to fly a kite..."

"Daddy... Daddy, I'm getting angry. It's time to sort things out!"

The little girl was wearing a pink jacket and skirt, with two small buns on her head and snow-white skin.

At this time, she was sitting in the study, with her head tilted, pulling the sleeve of the man next to her in a naive manner.

A pair of long and thick eyelashes, highlighting a pair of watery eyes, which look like they are covered with a layer of mist, making people feel pity.

The man at the desk had stern brows, a high nose bridge, and clean, neat facial lines.

The man wrote the last word with a pen in his hand, put the pen down, leaned forward slightly, his profile was like jade, and his long eyes were slightly gloomy, revealing full of helplessness and pampering.

He picked up the crying child and gently pinched the girl's nose with one hand, saying lovingly

"Okay, okay, Daddy will take you there right away."

The girl jumped excitedly in the man's arms, opened her two little hands, hugged the man's neck, and kissed the man's cheek hard with her little mouth.

Her voice was tender and innocent, and she said crisply, "Daddy is the best. I love you the most."

A man's low and hearty laugh came from the courtyard, and the sunlight shone on his back, making him look very warm.

In just a moment, the wind blew violently, and there were bursts of knocking sounds on the windowsill, and it seemed that there was also the wailing of a woman.

The girl hid under the bed, her chubby little hands covering her mouth tightly, her watery eyes filled with tears.

The originally rosy little face was now pale, and the small body curled up into a ball, trembling slightly.

Her eyes were still staring vigilantly outside the bed. With the sound of footsteps, the fear in the girl's eyes grew deeper and deeper.

Suddenly, a dry, wrinkled face poked out from under the bed. Two bulging eyes were placed in the deep eye sockets, and it was staring at the girl sinisterly and fiercely.

Looking at the little girl hiding under the bed, the corners of his harsh lips raised a strange arc, and he slowly said

"Got you!"

"Ahhhhh..."

The sudden appearance of the dry face frightened the girl so much that she collapsed and screamed, and her body couldn't help but shrink back.

However, a dry, wrinkled hand reached in, grabbed the girl's clothes, and dragged her out.

"No...let me go!"

"I want daddy... wuwuwu..."