Master, please stop your playful behavior

On the way back to the inn, Shan Yunhan was like a mindless wooden man, if it wasn't for someone leading him, he wouldn't be able to move a step.

When he reached the door of the room, he suddenly asked, "Who is Brother Han?"

Her fingertips were slightly bent, hanging in mid-air, Feng Yixue was stunned, for a long time she couldn't push open the wooden door that smelled of decay.

You know, you can't let Shan Yunhan's mind go blank, otherwise the ghost knows what kind of mess he will think of.

"Han'er is thinking wildly again."

Shan Yunhan: "..."

Well, indeed, why are you crazy?

Could it be that sudden kiss, or the confession of the sincerity before, or the obsession of Feng Yixue's soul...

Brother Han.

If I remember correctly, he should be younger than Feng Yixue, and even the name Shan Yunhan was named after Feng Yixue was in his body.

When that person's soul dissipated, the person he was looking for was not Xiaohan, but brother Han.

So, who is the elder brother Han who is thinking about it?

Anyway, there is an intuition that tells Shan Yunhan that the so-called "Brother Han" is not him.

The person Feng Yixue really likes is not him either.

"My lord, the monitor placed by the Demon Lord is gone."

Coincidentally, Leng Lan appeared between the two of them, and the interruption was inappropriate.But halfway through the conversation, he was gagged by his family's adults.

"Go back."

For a moment, Feng Yixue's whole body exuded an aura of indifference to strangers, as if the cold winter had come again, frozen three feet.Leng Lan was also very witty, and the speed of her departure was comparable to lightning.

I don't know where the strength of this sick man who has been bedridden for six days, he actually restrained Shan Yunhan who wanted to ask questions, and directly pushed him against the door, not caring about the eyes of the few people passing by.

"Brother Han is... the benefactor who saved my life, unlike you."

If possible, Shan Yunhan would like to eat the question just now and pretend that nothing happened.

What's the comparison?

He didn't even know what kind of feelings he had for Feng Yixue, so he just asked here and there like a sad little daughter-in-law.

a shame.

"Han'er doesn't like me?"

Feng Yixue asked straightforwardly and quickly, so that the person concerned couldn't even utter a word after holding back for a long time.

what is likeWhich do you like?

Childhood sweetheart?Congratulations, brothers and sisters?Master-student love?

Shan Yunhan, who had never been involved in the relationship between men and women, suddenly felt that he was a cold-blooded animal with indifferent feelings, and he had no particularly strong feelings for anyone.

No, if the Taoist partner contract was unfounded before, then at that time...

Why does he always unconsciously think...

The person in front of him.

This is it, do you like it?

Or is it because there is only Feng Yixue's shadow in his life and no one else, so he persistently chases after him, wanting this person to belong to him only?If someone else accompanied him at the beginning, would this unknown feeling still be so strong?

"I do not know."

Uncertain replies are like a basin of cold water, extinguishing all Feng Yixue's expectations, but it's better than refusing.He could find hope in Shan Yunhan's confused eyes.

Hey, if you like this kind of thing, you need to be taught.

That's right, people who have been isolated from the world for ten years, even if their bodies grow, their minds may still be in their teens.

When will his Xiaohan grow up?

"cold……"

I don't know if it's really exhausted or just pretending to be weak, Feng Yixue let go of Shan Yunhan very slowly, the next moment he held the door and coughed badly, spit out several mouthfuls of black blood suddenly, he avoided the person in front of him , but stained his white clothes dirty, and fell into the mire.

Choking, going to suffocate.

Closing his eyes, he seemed to feel a tear falling on the tip of his nose, which was icy cold.But holding him in his arms can drive away all the coldness, and it is hot.

Why is his Xiaohan crying more and more?

In the evening, the market returned to being noisy and full of people's voices. It was an ordinary life, but the dark clouds rushed in, and the last slanting sun in the sky receded.In the dark clouds, a group of men in black robes came down with their swords.They were graceful, with indifferent expressions, like immortals who descended from the sky, so clean that they would not stir up a speck of dust.

In amazement, no one welcomed their arrival.

Soon, the bustling street scene became bleak and empty with the arrival of these people, as if those who came were not gods, but heinous demons and ghosts.

They didn't care at all, but still grabbed a few vendors on the street who were rushing to close their stalls, and asked, "These days, are there any people who dress similar to us passing by or stopping by?"

The peddler looked flustered and replied without daring to raise his head: "Xianjun, I don't know, so many people pass by every day, who can remember?"

Before doing anything, the tall man in black just took a step forward, which was enough to scare the peddler's legs into weakness.

"I... really don't remember!"

By the time these solemn ice cube faces moved again, the person they wanted to ask had already slipped away without a trace.

The clouds cleared away, the sky was low, but under the lights, there was only a mess left.After a moment of silence, a blue and white silver sword descended from the sky.Riding on the sword is a graceful fairy dressed in light green ink, with peaceful brows, completely different from the winter ice below.

When it landed, the man in black bowed and bowed: "See Master."

Looking closer, this man's skin is fair and tender, and he looks young, but his voice is low and reveals a different kind of vicissitudes.

"Did anyone find it?"

"Not yet."

"Master, they... went to the west."

Similar and different voices collided, and the man in black didn't even look at it, as if he only had the head in his eyes.

"Yeah, I got it."

The man in Tsing Yi went to the little girl who was talking at the end of the street, picked up the scattered medicinal herbs along the road, patted them twice, put them back where they were before sighing: "Be more polite to these mortals in the future, do you understand?"

Those people looked as usual and replied in unison: "Yes."

But the girl was trembling with trepidation and looked flustered, as if she was very afraid of this person.After swallowing several times, she asked; "You promised me..."

At this time, all the people in black were dismissed by the man in green, and only he was left looking at her.

The man didn't answer her, he filled up the last half bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus paste on his own, sat on the stool and sighed: "It's fragrant, it's as fragrant as before."

"No wonder Master, an old man, likes to eat so much."

The sweet-scented osmanthus is small, but the fragrance it gives is refreshing, as if drinking this clear sweet water, you can leave the fragrance on your lips with one sip.But the spoon scooped to the bottom of the bowl over and over again, and the man just smelled it.

Finally, he smiled at the girl and said, "You are smart, courageous, and not bad at all, you can indeed join the sect..."

But the girl was startled, and the emotions she had borne for a long time suddenly burst out, and she pleaded with tears: "I won't go, I just want grandma, can you give her back to me?"

"Ah, that old man. She remembers my old friend, little girl, how can you prevent us from reminiscing about the past? Besides, it seems that the task entrusted to you has not been completed."

"Please, can you let us go, let us go!" The little girl became excited, as if she was going crazy, she kept hammering on the broken wooden table until her hands were dripping with blood, and she was on the verge of collapse.

Xu Shi's water splashed on the body of the man in Tsing Yi, his face pulled away, and he looked gloomy like a different person.

"No one dares to slap the table in front of me, you are the first."

Hearing this sentence, the girl didn't speak, and even sat on the ground paralyzed, not daring to move. Several times, she got up tremblingly and wanted to clean up the leftovers, but in the end, nothing happened.

"This seat asked you to report in time, but you... that's all, seriously injured people can't run very far." The man stood up, and a blue and white spirit sword came at him immediately. Between lightning and thunder, he left behind a sigh: "The person who poisoned him has poor conduct, how can he enter my Cang Cang Xuanyuan?"

"My seat, this is to act for the heavens."

The heavy rain was pouring, and the girl seemed to be stuck in a quagmire from which she couldn't get out, and she couldn't get up from the ground. The man's voice was ethereal, and seemed to be far away from her, but the silver light split the black clouds, and there was a sound of thunder, It kept hitting the muddy ground, very close to her.

Dead.

In the blink of an eye, the cloth bag with faint starlight in her arms flew out and turned into a Milky Way in the long night, trying her best to resist the dirtiest darkness in the world.

The girl huddled into a ball, protected by the cold aura.With her eyes closed, she couldn't see anything, but the roar from the sky roared in her ears, like thousands of horses galloping, with the potential to swallow up mountains and rivers, and it was bound to swallow up the insignificant aura around her.After a few rounds, the spell is broken, but the starlight is not extinguished, and no matter how weak they are, they are unwilling to give up resistance.

The sky was probably tired, but slowly, the thunder and lightning receded into the clouds, and the rain also fell slowly until it disappeared.

The residual talisman was burnt badly, and it fell into the muddy palm of the little girl, and the wind blew it away, like a firefly at night, or like a star in the sky, it could no longer be grasped.

At the same time, this scene can also be seen in the deserted ruins of a small southwest town far away from Huaci Town.

"What... what's going on?!"

Since noon, Shan Yunhan has not stopped, the situation is urgent, there is no time to investigate the reason why Feng Yixue suddenly fell to the ground, only know that this person's pulse has become intermittent, it can be said that he is on the verge of death.

It's not that he didn't think about any deadly substances in the food or soup, but he checked everything carefully and found no clues.

Therefore, he didn't care whether the aura left by Yu Jian would be discovered, and desperately rushed to Bianluo City, the place Li Yan had mentioned.

If it was that damned order, even if it took his life, he would have to be released by Feng Yixue.

But if you think about it carefully, you will find that Feng Yixue was in the same state a few months ago.

It was as if, this person suffered from some chronic illness, and it was about to break out after a short period of time.

Yes, old disease.

He must cure Feng Yixue's illness.

Hurrying non-stop, crossing steep peaks and dangerous mountains, Shan Yunhan's weak spiritual power was almost exhausted. He was holding on to hope, thinking that he would find a way to rescue him immediately when he arrived at the destination, but there was only one thing waiting for them The loess and a few abandoned houses and rotten tiles, not to mention people, not even a living thing.

It may be due to excessive wastage, sleepiness swept over him, Shan Yunhan carried Feng Yixue to one of the rooms with the last willpower.The moment he entered the room, he couldn't hold it anymore, even with all his spiritual energy, he made a barrier to keep Feng Yixue's soul alive.

The galaxy is brilliant, accompanied by loneliness.

In the dream, the table in front of my eyes was still as white as snow, but the sharp and shiny curved blade in my hand looked extraordinarily dirty, and the scarlet blood dripped down like raindrops from the eaves, the sound of tick, tick, ticking hit my ears.

Why……

why would……

When he woke up again, the desolate room was filled with a strange atmosphere.

When he opened his eyes, Luoxue was already in his hands, and in an instant, the sharp blade was pressed against the neck of the third person, and the red flames hanging in mid-air sizzled, making the blood flowing from that person's fair and tender neck even more intense. Yan.

Shan Yunhan turned to the opponent's back, unable to see the enemy's face clearly, he threatened: "Don't move."

Out of the corner of his eye, Feng Yixue was lying on his left, her chest rose and fell evenly, as if she was asleep.

fortunately.

But before the knife was put to death, the man held by him actually laughed.

"Hahahaha... Unexpectedly, in the past 30 years, you have died once, and you are still facing me with swords because of them."

"Your honor."