What bad thoughts can a little snake have?

Unexpectedly, this legendary luan bird has been "lurking" beside them for many days, but with such a...

Xue Qing stared intently at the little yellow bird's tiny body.

The tender goose-yellow dumpling is so small that Xue Qing can wrap it with one palm.

Like a chick just a few days old.

Who would have thought that this little yellow bird was actually the majestic Luan bird at today's ceremony?

Thinking about it this way, the previous visions can also be traced.

No wonder the big rooster bowed his head to the little hairball and let it ride on him.

No wonder Xue Qing couldn't understand the "chirp" of the little yellow bird.

After all, it was the phoenix song of the Luanniao, how could a little monster like him understand it.

But why did the luan bird turn into a little yellow bird?

"Are you not mana enough?"

Xue Qing held up Jiujiu in his palm, and looked directly at the round black eyes of the little yellow bird with his phoenix eyes.

Jiujiu didn't answer, just twisted his body, covered his injured little meaty wing, and rubbed Xue Qing's finger with his fluffy head.

There is no trace of the miraculous appearance standing on the sycamore tree in front of you when people worship.

Is it really okay for Luanniao to act like a baby like this! ?

After knowing that the little bird in front of him is a majestic phoenix, seeing the little yellow bird's coquettish actions at this moment feels a little disobedient, but it doesn't prevent Xue Qing from being cute.

"You haven't told me yet, is this jade pendant the one you had in your mouth?"

Xue Qing still hadn't forgotten that he hadn't got the answer to the question before him, so he held the jade pendant in front of the little yellow bird and shook it again.

Seeing the jade pendant shaking in front of him, the little yellow bird only stretched its neck and pecked at the jade pendant with its beak, and croaked twice.

"Choo Choo Choo!"

Seeing Jiujiu's reaction, Xue Qing almost understood.

"In that case, you can hide on me."

Xue Qing put Jiujiu in his sleeve.

Luanniao doesn't have enough mana to transform into a little yellow bird at the moment, and it's not safe to leave it here alone, so we might as well bring it together.

He has to find someone.

At this moment, fireworks exploded above the brightly lit Qifeng Village decorated for the festival, and the sound was loud, bright and colorful.If the festival is held normally, there will also be a link of setting off fireworks. At that time, there will be thousands of fire trees and silver flowers, and the brilliant lights will almost illuminate the darkened sky.

But in the chaotic Qifeng Village at this time, the fireworks are obviously too abrupt.

Could it be the signal of those Taoist priests?They are looking for help.

Xue Qing suddenly thought of what Fahai said in the town before, that the time spent in this illusion was decades ago.

decades ago...

Then think of the words of "follow orders and kill evil spirits" said by those Taoist priests.

The demon world is in trouble!

Xue Qing instantly figured out the key points.

Xue Bai and Wushuang once mentioned this catastrophe in the demon world in front of Xue Qing. It was the mad extermination of demons by people with Taoism in the human world.

Xue Bai lived in seclusion in the mountains to practice, and was lucky to escape the catastrophe.But a big monster like Wushuang who wanders between the two worlds of humans and monsters almost fell.

It can be seen how serious and widespread the disaster in the demon world was.

I don't know how other people's safety is at the moment.

Xue Qing was about to practice his kung fu, when a strange scented mist suddenly struck in front of him, disturbing his sight.

His movements were forced to stop, but along with the incense mist, it affected his gradually heavy eyelids and dizzy mind.

Slow footsteps came from behind.

not good!

Xue Qing screamed in his heart.

If you don't talk about Wude, how can someone engage in a sneak attack...!

He was about to turn around to see who was coming, but he only moved a little before he fell to the ground top-heavy.

Before falling into a coma, the last thing Xue Qing heard was Jiujiu's anxious cry.

Xue Qing came to that familiar yet unfamiliar small courtyard again.

The bamboo forest is green, the flowers are fresh, and the vegetables are green and full of vitality.

Everything is not yet decayed and lonely.

"Hey, have you heard of the Sansheng Stone?"

The black-haired boy was sitting on the swing in the courtyard, swinging his feet lazily, his loose hair fluttering with the swing of the swing.

Besides the boy, there was another person in the courtyard.

It seems that it is another owner of this small courtyard.

A tall and tall man was sitting at the table in the courtyard wiping the bamboo flute in his hand.

Xue Qing could only see his back.

He is handsome and slender, with a kind of elegance.

"Shall we go to Lingyin Temple someday?"

The boy spoke again, and his voice was as sweet as a clear spring in March.

His tone carried a coquettish request.

The whole person is as sweet as if soaked in a jar of honey.

No one seemed to be able to turn him down.

"Why do you suddenly want to go to Lingyin Temple?"

Holding a bamboo flute in his hand, the man walked up to the swing and lowered his eyes to ask.

The swing stopped shaking, and the boy didn't answer immediately, but just stretched his arms towards the man.

The man's temperament is obviously stern, but at this moment he turned into a gentleness willing to pamper the boy.

He leaned over and hugged the young man, like holding a illusory moon.

"There is a three-life stone in Lingyin Temple. It is said that if you engrave your name on it, you will be able to meet each other in the next life."

The boy looked up at the man who was taller than him, and buried himself in the man's broad chest, with a sweet smile on his side face.

The two cuddled together for a while.

Then the boy got up from the swing and went to the back room.

The expression on his face was not as relaxed as before in front of the man, as if he had thought of something sad.

"The life of a mortal is short." He murmured in a low voice, "Yellow spring and blue fall, heaven and earth, where should I go to find you?"

The air is sticky and humid.

The seriousness made Xue Qing breathless.

The boy's soft murmur was like a heavy blow to his head, making Xue Qing feel dizzy.

A heavy sadness flooded up layer by layer like thick water, robbing him of his breath.

Who is the boy?

Why does he keep dreaming about him?

Xue Qing seemed to be drowning.

Under the extreme suffocation, Xue Qing suddenly opened his eyes.

In front of him was a ceiling made of bamboo and wood, Xue Qing sat up.

He looked around, but his heart sank uncomfortably.

Everything is so familiar.

Isn't this the log cabin he has dreamed about many times? !

But there was no one in the house, and the decorations in the house were exactly the same as in Xue Qing's previous dream.

Xue Qing stayed on the bed and walked to the desk.

There is nothing on the table, there is no rice paper with words written on it like in the dream.

There were still many books on display on the bookshelf. Before Xue Qing had time to look carefully, the door of the wooden house was pushed open from the outside.

Hearing the voice, Xue Qing immediately turned around, showing a guarded posture.

A white-haired man appeared in front of him.

The eyes are deep, a pair of green pupils, as bright as jade.

A strand of pure white dirt like snow.

It was the one who stopped Xue Qing at the night market in the town that day!

"why you?"

Xue Qing frowned, and the hands behind his back secretly gathered mana.

How did this white-haired man know about this house, and why did he bring him here?

He doesn't know this person at all.

It was easy to spot Xue Qing's small movements, and the man said, "You can't attack me."

Sure enough, in the next second, the condensed mana in Xue Qing's hands leaked out like a punctured balloon.

What kind of spell is this? !

Xue Qing was shocked, he looked at the white-haired man in front of him in horror.

Sensing the fear and resistance in Xue Qing's eyes, a sad look appeared on the face of the white-haired man.

"Qingqing, you shouldn't look at me like that."

He slowly walked up to Xue Qing, wanting to reach out his hand to touch the broken hair on Xue Qing's forehead, but Xue Qing's reaction to him was indeed to take a step back and avoid his hand.

"First you have to tell me who you are."

Xue Qing looked at the man in white coldly, "Why did you bring me here without asking why?"

"I can't watch you go on like this anymore!" The white-haired man growled suddenly, with suppressed anger in his voice, "That monk, that person again, he will kill you."

"He's going to kill you."

"Our business has nothing to do with you." Xue Qing turned his head, "And I don't know you either."

Although the white-haired man in front of him somehow gave him a familiar feeling.

But Xue Qing is sure that he has no impression of this white-haired man in his mind, nor any relevant memories.

Including those scenes in his dream.

Even though he had never experienced it before, it gave him a damn familiar feeling.

Could it be related to the original owner?

But the original owner was just an unformed little snake when he crossed over.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp!"

A string of familiar bird calls made Xue Qing feel hopeful.

Sure enough, a chubby little yellow bird flapped its wings and flew over from outside the door. When passing by the white-haired man, it even kicked it with its bird's claws.

The little yellow bird, who ran away after kicking, pretended nothing happened and quickly rushed into Xue Qing's arms.

Xue Qing, who caught Jiujiu, hugged it tightly.

Unexpectedly, the little yellow bird came along with her, and Xue Qing didn't know whether she should be happy or worried.

But it must be a little more joyful.

At least he won't be alone.

The man touched the corner of his eye that was kicked by the bird's claw with his finger. Instead of being angry, he even laughed twice, causing Xue Qing to look at him with strange eyes.

"Don't hate me, obviously we are the closest people."

The man's blue eyes stared at him.

"How can you let me go?"

Xue Qing ignored the man's inexplicable self-sufficiency, and only asked in a cold voice.

He still has to go back to Qifeng Village, to find Fa Hai, and to confirm the safety of everyone in Qifeng Village.

He has a lot of things to do, and he doesn't have time to break up with this inexplicable white-haired man.

At this moment, Xue Qing's complexion and ice seemed to be showing a chill, and he only restrained a little when Jiu Jiu appeared in front of him.

If anyone here has seen Fa Hai, they must be amazed that Xue Qingleng is somewhat similar to that jade-faced living Buddha.

Although the faces of Xue Qing and Fa Hai can be said to be completely different, Xue Qing is soft and gentle, while Fa Hai is handsome and resolute.

But for some reason, there was a wonderful sense of resemblance at this time.

"You don't have to worry about the matter in Qifeng Village, it's already been dealt with."

Seeing what Xue Qing was worried about, the man finally spoke.

"The lives of mortals and lowly demons are never worth worrying about."

"Don't look at me like that." Under Xue Qing's cold gaze, the man said sadly, "I just don't want you to make the same mistakes again."

"I am your own brother, and I will not harm you."

elder brother?

Xue Qing's heart skipped a beat.

"I only have one sister."

"You stay here for a few days, and after a few days, I will let you go."

After saying this, the man stopped talking. He stood up and seemed about to leave, but was stopped by Xue Qing again.

"Can you tell me clearly what you're bringing me here for?"

Don't keep talking about riddles he doesn't understand, hey!

Xue Qing stared at the man, hoping he could get an accurate answer.

But the man just shook his head, "Not yet."

Without saying anything else, he turned around and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

After the man left, Xue Qing tried to open the wooden door.

But to no avail, the door was sealed by the man's force.

Xue Qing turned to look at the window, but was also sealed by mana.

The man's cultivation is far above him, and it seems...

In the meantime, there is also the suppression of the blood.

"Chirp."

The little yellow bird also crowed anxiously on his shoulder.

Xue Qing patted the little yellow bird's head as a comfort.

"Fortunately, you are with me."

If the little yellow bird is not there, he is really alone.

Facing the blocked doors and windows, Xue Qing had no choice but to walk around the house first.

The house was indeed exactly like the one in his dream.

Although Xue Qing still hasn't figured out why he dreamed about those scenes.

Xue Qing walked to the bookshelf that he hadn't looked at carefully before, and the bookshelf was full of books.

He took out a copy at random, and saw a few large characters clearly written on the cover - "The Domineering Monk and the Pretty Little Demon".

Xue Qing:?