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

Tang Yixien took a long and calm breath, thinking to himself, could he not answer this question?

He looked back and saw the three little ones looking at him expectantly and confusedly.

Tang Yixian turned around and pretended to walk into the ice house, while saying firmly and forcefully:

"As long as I'm here, I won't let the disciples fall into the river."

He paused, turned around and looked at Xueyu's somewhat lonely expression, and said,

"So, you're the only one in the river. I'll save you then."

Xueyu couldn't help but chuckle after hearing this, and felt a little excited. He was very satisfied with the answer, but he still stood there without moving.

"Why are you standing there alone? Let's go into the house together. Aren't you injured?" Tang Yixian Qingrun said and walked into the house.

Xueyu was slightly stunned, her eyes seemed to flow with warmth, and she said,

"it is good"

Finally one day, Xueyu waited for someone in the lonely snow and said to him, let's go together.

A big hole had been made in the study, and several people went into the side room to avoid the wind and snow, even though the wind and snow were brought by Xueyu.

After a few people entered the house, they began to sweep the snow off their bodies.

If the snow melts into water, it will soak your clothes.

Tang Yixien stretched out his hand to brush off the snow from his hair. His long hair was as soft and shiny as ink, hanging down to his waist, making people want to touch it.

Xueyu just stretched out his hand to help Tang Yixin tidy up, but Xuan Yuran behind him grabbed his wrist and then immediately let go.

Xuan Yuran's eyes turned slightly cold, and he whispered,

"Lord Xueyu, please respect yourself."

There was a hint of hostility in Xuan Yuran's dark eyes, but Xueyu noticed it in just a moment.

"You are? A demon?"

Xuan Yuran seemed to be accustomed to this kind of greeting and nodded slightly.

"Yes, I am from the demon tribe and I am also my master's youngest disciple."

From Xuan Yuran's expression, Xueyu could tell that this little disciple also liked his master.

He couldn't help but sigh that Tang Yixien really had nowhere to escape.

It was already late and snowing outside. Tang Yixien planned to leave tomorrow morning.

Several people will rest here tonight.

The ice spiritual realm in Sheng Qingye's body was very abundant, impacting his dantian, making him feel as if his spiritual power was about to overflow. He closed his eyes and sat on the couch beside him, refining and absorbing it.

Sitting next to him was Jin Xiaoxiao, who had also absorbed the spiritual realm and restored her spiritual power, so she also needed to practice and absorb it.

The room suddenly became quiet, and the sound of snow falling sparsely could be heard outside the window.

Xueyu covered her wound and sat on a chair in front of the window.

Tang Yixian took out a small medicine bottle from his spiritual storage bag and handed it to Xueyu, saying:

"Sprinkle this powder on the wound to help it heal faster. This is my way of thanking you for giving my disciple Sheng Qingye the Ice Spirit Realm."

Xueyu took the small medicine bottle and said with a teasing tone:

"You are all my wives, this is as it should be."

Tang Yixien pursed his lips, with a hint of teasing in his eyes. He took out another box from his spiritual storage bag, which contained Yao Lao's pills.

He took out one and handed it to Xueyu, saying:

"Eat this too."

Xueyu took it and looked at the square pill, frowning slightly.

"The elixirs in your cultivation world are truly... unique..."

Then he put it in his mouth.

Choking...

He was choking and wanted to beat his chest, but beating his chest and shoulders hurt.

Tang Yixien couldn't help but smile brightly, with red lips and white teeth.

If he calls me "Madam" again, I'll choke him to death.

Xueyu knew that Tang Yixien did it on purpose, but she was happy in her heart. Seeing such a smile was worth it.

After a while, this "fatal" pill was finally choked down.

Xueyu thought that he would never eat things from the cultivation world easily again.

This pill was magical, and soon his wound no longer hurt.

At this moment, Xueyu casually tore open his clothes, which even slipped down to his waist, and he casually sprinkled the medicine powder on the wound.

Tang Yixien instantly avoided his gaze. How could this person just take off his clothes as soon as he asked him to?

Xueyu saw Tang Yixian's expression, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised. After putting on her clothes, she said:

"Okay, the medicine is applied."

"Um"

Tang Yixian was about to stand up when he heard Xueyu say:

"You're leaving tomorrow, right?"

Tang Yixuan nodded slightly, then turned around and asked:

"You, do you want to go out and take a look?"

Xueyu shook her head gloomily and looked at the falling snow outside the window.

He smiled with relief, took out a snowflake-shaped jade pendant from the box behind him, handed it to Tang Yixuan, and said:

"This is for you as a souvenir. I'll wait here for you to come back. If you encounter any danger, you can come to me. I will never refuse you."

These words are extremely serious.

Tang Yixin discovered that these spirits created by heaven and earth were stubborn but loyal.

"Okay, thank you." Tang Yixien took the jade pendant.

The jade pendant is all white, emitting a shimmer as crystal clear as snow.

The snow elf grumbled to Tang Yixian:

"It would be a shame not to be our lord's wife."

Xueyu glared at him with a slight anger.

Hee hee immediately lowered his head.

The atmosphere in the room was awkward but relaxed, at least it was no longer tense.

Xuan Yuran felt stuffy and walked out of the house, wanting to get some fresh air.

Because the magic circle had been broken, he no longer felt cold. The hot demon pill in his body suddenly recovered, making him a little uncomfortable for a while.

Xuan Yuran walked out of the door, and the oncoming snow hit his face. The instant coolness made him feel a lot more comfortable.

In the yard, under the very faint moonlight, he saw the study with a big hole in it.

He walked over slowly, and just as he stepped into the study, he heard a crackling sound under his feet.

It was stepping on broken ice.

Xuan Yuran looked carefully and saw that the ground was covered with broken ice.

On a piece of broken ice, Xuan Yuran saw a pair of glowing rings.

Why does it look so familiar?

He remembered that it was the pair of lock rings worn by his master.

He guessed that his master had taken it down during the duel with Xueyu.

He had an idea and walked over, bent down and picked up the lock ring.

The lock ring glowed in his hand, and it was cool to the touch. There was a transparent thread connecting the lock rings.

He looked at it in front of his eyes, thinking about how his master looked wearing the lock ring, with a dark light in his eyes.

And he himself didn't even notice it.

Suddenly, he heard a clicking sound behind him.

Xuan Yuran suddenly turned around and saw Xueyu standing behind him, looking at him with her eyes slightly narrowed and a hint of amusement in her eyes.

It's like discovering some interesting secret.

A feeling of being spied on surged in his heart, and Xuan Yuran said deliberately as if to cover up:

"Lord Snow Jade followed me out, are you on guard against what I might do?"

Xueyu's expression didn't change at all. She sneered slightly and said, "What else can I defend myself against now?"

Xuan Yuran pursed his lips without comment, then handed the lock ring in his hand to Xueyu and wanted to leave.

Xueyu turned around and said to Xuan Yuran:

"Your name is Xuan Yuran, right?"

"That's right." Xuan Yuran replied with a frown.