The master is so popular that his disciples want to commit crimes against him.

Tang Yixien was slightly stunned. He glanced at his hand and saw that he had been kissed. He wanted to explain.

But how do I start this?

No matter how you explain it, it seems to make things worse.

He simply had to deny it.

Fortunately, Sheng Qingye was also confused at the time.

Tang Yixian's eyes darkened slightly, and he said in a low voice,

"Sheng Qingye. You're messing around again."

Sheng Qingye seemed to have anticipated that Tang Yixian would not admit it, and immediately said,

"It's no use denying it, I just kissed you."

Jin Xiaoxiao gently picked up the Lingxi fan in her hand.

Then put it down again!

Then he picked it up again.

He doesn't even know what he's doing.

A kiss is nothing.

He comforted himself, it’s okay, it’s not a big deal, right?

Compared with those little scraps of his drawings, this is nothing!

Then, he can kiss her back!

Suddenly, he was shocked by his own thoughts.

His Lingxi fan was emitting a flickering light because his breath was extremely unstable.

There was only silence in Xuan Yuran's eyes.

He told himself it was fake, and if the master said he didn’t kiss her, then he didn’t kiss her!

Xuan Yuran has always been like this. He always believes in what his master says and never doubts it.

So if you kiss the Master, then the Master belongs to you?

For some reason, Xuan Yuran had this thought in his mind.

Seeing his master like this, Sheng Qingye said nothing more. He said it just to let his master know that he remembered the kiss.

When a young man kisses the person he likes, he feels unimaginable joy and excitement.

A feeling of having obtained a treasure was revealed in the brightness of his eyes, and it could not be hidden.

Tang Yixian saw that the disciples were fine and whispered:

"Master needs to regulate his breathing. You should try to stay awake and not fall asleep completely."

Tang Yixien was really tired, his hands were already shaking slightly, but he couldn't show it.

A whole night, a whole night of circulating spiritual energy, it turned out to be so tiring. In addition, he had not had much rest in the past two days. Tang Yixin felt sleepy and tired at this moment.

Inside the snow house, it became quiet again. Only the humming sound of the wind and snow could be heard. The wind and snow suddenly became much weaker.

Sheng Qingye was so happy at this moment that he felt like he had gotten what he wanted. He closed his eyes slightly, and his long eyelashes flickered slightly.

After a long time...

Tap, tap, tap, a very slight sound came from outside the house.

"Young Master...Young Master..."

Sheng Qingye vaguely heard some movement outside the window, and his eyes suddenly opened.

He has always been very alert.

anyone?

Could it be that the disciples of the Tang family came looking for us?

He calmed down again and listened attentively.

It was quiet again.

Could it be that he was hallucinating because he was cold?

"Young Master." The voice seemed to float in, as faint as a wisp of smoke.

Sheng Qingye looked at Xuan Yuran and Jin Xiaoxiao beside him.

Both of them had serious expressions on their faces and were regulating their breathing with their eyes closed. He could feel their steady breathing.

So, the fellow disciples didn’t hear any noise.

Sheng Qingye has always been brave and used to being outdoors. He quietly got up from the bed and walked out the door.

If it was the disciples of the Tang family who came, that would be good. He planned to go and investigate first.

Sheng Qingye walked outside the house, and a cold wind blew on his body, which immediately made him feel much more awake.

The wind and snow outside the house had subsided, and the sky was dark, with only a little light reflected by the white snow. He saw someone standing in the snow from a distance, some distance away from him.

"But a disciple of the Tang family?" Sheng Qingye asked in a low voice.

Why is it so far away?

He instinctively chased after him, wanting to see who it was.

But as he walked forward, the man also walked forward.

Hey, don't run.

At this time, Sheng Qing's ambition was aroused.

Oops!

He is not a disciple of the Tang family, but someone who wants to lure him out alone.

He turned around and wanted to go back, but it was too late. He felt his whole body stiffen and someone covered his mouth from behind, and he couldn't move his whole body.

A low and evil male voice floated in from behind my ear, mixed with an extremely cold breath:

"Ice spiritual roots, this is what I have always wanted. Come with me."

In front of Sheng Qingye was the snow house, inside which were his master and fellow disciples.

He wanted to scream, but no sound came out. The black iron chain hung by his side and he couldn't move it.

This was the first time he felt fear, not the fear of death, but the fear that he would never see his master again. He had just kissed his master.

"Sir, please stop calling on your spiritual power. It's useless."

Then he was taken away, watching the snow house gradually fade away in the wind and snow.

In the snow house, Tang Yixien seemed to sense something and slowly opened his eyes.

He found that Sheng Qingye was not in the room, and immediately woke up Xuan Yuran and Jin Xiaoxiao.

The three of them searched inside and outside the igloo, and also searched around the area outside the igloo.

Sheng Qingye was nowhere to be seen.

Jin Xiaoxiao quickly opened the Lingxi fan and tried to investigate, but it was useless.

"Where will he go?" Jin Xiaoxiao paced back and forth, muttering to herself.

Xuan Yuran's tracking talisman was completely ineffective.

He frowned anxiously, as if he had forgotten everything that had just happened.

Tang Yixien sat aside with his eyes lowered in thought, his fingers stroking the gems on the Liuguang Sword.

The three little ones actually lost one, and he just narrowed his eyes for a moment.

He calmed himself down quickly.

First of all, what is certain is that Sheng Qingye, who just arrogantly asked him to take responsibility, will not suddenly leave on his own.

If someone entered the house and took Sheng Qingye away, he would definitely notice it.

There is only one possibility, that is, Sheng Qingye walked out by himself and was taken away by someone.

In other words, the person who took Sheng Qingye away is most likely still nearby.

It was dark and cold outside.

Sheng Qingye's mouth seemed to be frozen and he couldn't open it at all. Everything in front of his eyes was dark. He just felt that he was being carried on someone's shoulders.

His hands were also tied from behind.

This guy is really strong.

His belly was pressed against the man's shoulders, and he was shivering from the cold, while his spiritual power and chains were completely suppressed.

He guessed that this person was the guardian of the ice spirit realm.

He struggled hard for a few times.

"Don't move, I don't want to hurt the beauty."

"Beauty? Are you calling him?"

"What do you call me, young master? You..."

Sheng Qingye felt that something was not right.

Something is so wrong.

Sheng Qingye struggled hard, but could only make whimpering sounds.

It was unknown how long it had passed, but Sheng Qingye found himself being taken to a villa.

There were wisps of white mist floating everywhere, making it difficult to see clearly.

"Beauty, we're here."

Sheng Qingye was so cold that he had no strength left, and he could only let others carry him like this.

Then he was taken into a room and thrown onto the bed.