I am beautiful alone [Rebirth]

Mu Xue was silent for a long time, then raised her hand and put the mask back on her face, as if the rage just now was all Qiu Manxi's illusion.

After Qiu Manxi beat him, she regretted it. Mu Xueshen had a surly temper, and she didn't necessarily have a few conversations with him on weekdays, let alone beat him so hard.

"Fuyu..."

Mu Xueshen didn't respond to the name anymore, but said coldly: "Stop it? How to stop it? You are willing to live like this without humans and ghosts, but I don't want to. My body was sealed in the wild sea of ​​flames by you Turned into ashes, not even a single bone can be found, only the spirit like a lonely ghost remains. Master Qiu Jian, do you think I will be so willing to wait for my spirit to dissipate little by little, so that I will never be reborn forever? "

Qiu Manxi murmured: "But you can't take other people's bodies, they are innocent..."

Mu Xue said coldly: "Qiu Jianzun is really kind, he thinks that there are innocent people in the world, what about me? Am I the only one who deserves to die?"

"Fuyu..."

Mu Xue said deeply: "If you don't want me to harm the innocent people you mentioned again, then let Yi Xuefeng follow me."

Qiu Manxi's face was pale: "You..."

"You can't stop me." Mu Xue said coldly, "I don't want to hurt you again, so don't stop me either."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave, but Qiu Manxi took a few quick steps and pressed his shoulder, saying in a hoarse voice, "I can't let you go."

If he was allowed to leave, Yi Xuefeng would have no life in his hands.

Mu Xue looked back at him deeply, saw that the hands on his shoulders had begun to turn frosty, and said with a half-smile, "You can't let me go? Then what do you use to stop me? With this uncultivated skin ?"

Qiu Manxi pursed his pale lips, and the hand on Mu Xueshen's shoulder had already started to feel hot, but he didn't care about it, but held his shoulder even harder.

At the same time, Yi Xuefeng, who was curled up in Ning Yu's arms, suddenly trembled and took a sharp breath, her eyes opened but were still slack.

The two had already crossed the suspension bridge at the side peak, and they were about to reach the courtyard soon, but Yi Xuefeng pushed Ning Yu away as if going crazy, rolled out of his arms and fell heavily on the ground. Ning Yu came to help him, fell on the ground and vomited a mouthful of blood, and the snowflake mark on the back of his neck seemed to fade away and slowly dissipated.

Ning Yu's pupils shrank, and he knelt down on one knee to help him up: "Xuefeng."

The severe heart pain at that moment faded away quickly, and Ning Yu didn't have time to care about the strangeness of that moment at all. He held Yi Xuefeng in his arms, wiped away the blood on the corner of his lips, and used his spiritual power to penetrate into the room. into Yi Xuefeng's meridians, but still did not find anything unusual.

But for some reason, Yi Xuefeng's pale face since his illness seemed to have eased a lot, and there was some blood on his cheeks.

After Yi Xuefeng vomited a mouthful of blood, he became completely quiet. He huddled in Ning Yu's arms, resting his head on Ning Yu's chest, gently grasping the skirt of his clothes with his hands, half-opening his eyes, and murmured after a while: "Senior brother."

Seeing that he could still speak, Ning Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and looked down at him: "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Yi Xuefeng touched his cold chest and shook his head blankly: "It's not uncomfortable anymore."

The heart that had turned into a block of ice before now seemed to have just melted, and warm currents spread from the meridians. After a while, his body no longer had the coldness it had before.

He leaned against Ning Yu's arms again, closed his eyes and soon fell into a deep sleep.

At night, Qiu Manxi came to Yi Xuefeng's residence quietly.

Probably because Yi Xuefeng's appearance during the day was too worrying, and probably also because he was afraid of being scolded, Ning Yu stayed in Yi Xuefeng's yard for the first time, sitting on the wooden steps with his eyes closed to adjust his breath.

When Qiu Manxi came, Ning Yu opened his eyes instantly.

Qiu Manxi's face was pale, but he forced a smile and said, "Is Xuefeng asleep?"

Ning Yu nodded, stood up and tried to support Qiu Manxi: "You..."

Qiu Manxi shook her head: "I'll go and see him first."

Ning Yu nodded.

Qiu Manxi walked into Yi Xuefeng's room slowly, stayed there for a while before coming out.

Ning Yu still stayed where he was, and when he saw Qiu Manxi coming out, he frowned: "Are you injured?"

Qiu Manxi forced a smile: "It's nothing serious, I'm going to retreat in a few days, and Xuefeng will be handed over to you then."

Ning Yu was startled: "Retreat?"

Qiu Manxi looked extremely tired and didn't want to say any more, just nodded vaguely, then turned and left.

Qiu Manxi's body was unable to cultivate due to serious injuries thousands of years ago, and he could only absorb a little spiritual power from the spiritual things he searched for into his body over the long years. He could accumulate quite a lot, but expelling Mu Xueshen from Yi Xuefeng's soul almost took all of Qiu Manxi's hard-earned spiritual power accumulated over thousands of years. At this time, he is a real ordinary person.

After watching him leave, Ning Yu pondered for a long time before walking into Yi Xuefeng's room frowning.

There was still a breath of ice and snow in Yi Xuefeng's room, he seemed to be still afraid of the cold, curled up in the brocade quilt with his eyes tightly closed, and the hand hanging outside was trembling slightly.

Ning Yu stepped forward in a mysterious manner, sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at his sleeping face, wondering what was going on in his heart.

It was only after he came back to his senses that he was surprised to find that he had put his hand on the side of Yi Xuefeng's face at some point.

Yi Xuefeng's cool cheek was pressed against his hot palm, probably feeling warm, Yi Xuefeng instinctively rubbed her cheek against his palm.

Ning Yu seemed to be frightened, and instinctively wanted to withdraw his hand, but his body seemed to be out of control, still sticking to his cheek, and even rubbed it twice in the end.

Ning Yu: "..."

Ning Yu gritted his teeth, retracted his hand with all his strength, and looked at Yi Xuefeng who was sleeping soundly with a little resentment, probably because he was angry at why he always made himself so abnormal.

When Yi Xuefeng woke up the next day, he had already forgotten all the things he had done in a daze yesterday. In his view, someone manipulated his memory in his sea of ​​consciousness like a ridiculous dream. The bottom half marks.

He returned to his usual obedient and heartless appearance again. Qinglin and Ning Yu thought he was shy and didn't want to mention it, and they didn't mention the abnormality that day in front of him.

Three days later, Qiu Manxi went to the main cave to retreat.

Yi Xuefeng was very reluctant, and kept pulling Qiu Manxi's sleeve to act coquettishly: "Master, why is the retreat so sudden, Xuefeng is not ready yet."

Qiu Manxi laughed: "What preparations?"

Yi Xuefeng tilted his head and thought for a while: "A drink with Master or something?"

Qiu Manxi laughed, and said: "If your senior brother sees me pulling you to drink, you may be punished to death, little ancestor, please forgive me."

Yi Xuefeng also laughed, but after laughing, he felt a little uncomfortable, still holding on to Qiu Manxi's sleeve and not wanting to let go, he looked at him eagerly: "When will Master come back?"

Qiu Manxi seemed to be in a bit of a dilemma. Judging from his speed of not being able to accumulate any spiritual power for half a year, maybe Yi Xuefeng was married and had a child, and he couldn't come out yet.

But he couldn't say such words to Yi Xuefeng, he could only coax him softly: "Master will be back soon."

Yi Xuefeng hurriedly said: "Really? How soon is it? Can tomorrow be okay?"

Qiu Manxi couldn't help laughing: "What do you think?"

Yi Xuefeng said: "Xuefeng thinks it's okay!"

Qiu Manxi laughed so hard that he couldn't speak, so he could only stuff another protective spirit object into his hand to coax him to play: "Obey listen to your senior brother, um, it doesn't matter if you don't listen."

Ning Yu, who was tired of looking at them from a distance, heard this, glanced at them dissatisfied, and said, "Are you still closed or not?"

Qiu Manxi sighed, patted Yi Xuefeng's head, and said, "Then Master is gone."

Only then did Yi Xuefeng reluctantly let go of his hand, Qiu Manxi didn't stay any longer, and was about to urge the spirit weapon to leave, but Yi Xuefeng suddenly ran over and bumped his head into his arms.

Qiu Manxi staggered from being bumped, lowered her head helplessly, and said, "Xuefeng, it's not life and death, so why cry like this?"

Yi Xuefeng raised his head, tears streaming down his face at some point, he choked up and said, "I'm a little scared..."

Qiu Manxi said softly: "What are you afraid of?"

Yi Xuefeng murmured: "I'm afraid... I will never see Master again."

Qiu Manxi said: "What stupid things are you talking about?"

Yi Xuefeng didn't know where this ominous premonition came from, but he just vaguely felt that if Qiu Manxi left, the two might never see each other again.

It's just that this kind of statement is too unknown, and he doesn't want to say it.

Qiu Manxi coaxed him a few more words, and finally assured him: "The first thing Master will do after leaving the customs is to find my Xuefeng, okay?"

Yi Xuefeng wiped away the tears on his face, and whispered: "That's settled."

Qiu Manxi smiled and said, "Okay."

He held Yi Xuefeng's finger and rubbed it lightly on the belly of his thumb, signaling that he would never break his promise, and Yi Xuefeng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Qiu Manxi didn't say any more, and turned her head to give Ning Yu a look. After receiving Ning Yu's nod in response, she drove away.

After Qiu Manxi left, Yi Xuefeng stood there and looked at the endless sky for a long time, until it was dark before reluctantly leaving.

Ning Yu originally thought that since the chill in Yi Xuefeng's meridians dissipated that day, it would not recur, but who knows, on the second new day after Qiu Manxi left, Yi Xuefeng began to feel cold again.

When woken up by Yi Xuefeng, Ning Yu was so angry that he wanted to open the door. He opened the door with a sullen face, and when he was about to open his mouth to curse, an ice-like body hit his arms directly.

Ning Yu was startled, and quickly reached out to help.

Yi Xuefeng was chilled all over, his face was terribly pale, and his body was so weak that he couldn't stand, and he didn't know how he managed to walk to Ning Yu's residence.

Ning Yu quickly hugged him to the bed, and when he was brushing Yi Xuefeng's long hair, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the back of his neck - there seemed to be a brand on the snow-white skin, a snowflake plum seal pop up.

Yi Xuefeng suddenly clenched the cup in his hand, with such force that it crushed the porcelain cup.

He threw away the fragments in his hand expressionlessly, and raised his hand to touch the back of his neck. 100 years have passed, even though he has changed his body, he still remembers that Mu Xueshen forcibly poured it from the back of his neck. Spiritual pain.

Mu Xueshen seemed to have countless lives. After killing him once, he could still come back after a while. Qiu Manxi tried his best to dispel his spirit that time, but he came back again within two months.

Since then, Yi Xuefeng has spent several years being dominated by Mu Xueshen, and gradually understands that he is possessed in his own sea of ​​consciousness, perhaps not for the purpose of taking home.

If he really wanted to obtain a body, then he could have directly defeated his consciousness and seized the body instead of trying to trick him into going to a wild and empty place.

Yi Xuefeng took a deep breath, and when he thought of Mu Xueshen's hateful appearance a hundred years ago, the repressed anger slowly burned in his heart. He casually touched the hairband at the end of his hair, and his eyes fell on a spot without focus. In the void, as if in a trance.

The crow outside the window was still staring at him.

Yi Xuefeng looked down at his hands, and for some reason suddenly laughed at himself, standing by the window, without raising his head, he casually waved a wave of spiritual power.

There was a muffled "boom", and the crow hidden in the branch was hit instantly by him, and the crow fell from the tree with a sound of a corner.

Yi Xuefeng raised his hand to hold the crow in his palm, and stared at the red eyes expressionlessly.

After being caught, the crow nestled obediently in his hand, stared at him without blinking, and opened and closed his mouth without making a sound.

Yi Xuefeng said softly, "Mu Xueshen."

The crow's eyes shrank, and blood and tears slowly slid down from the eye sockets.

The crow opened its mouth and struggled for a long time before making a series of hoarse voices. After listening carefully, it turned out to be Mu Xueshen's voice.

"my body……"

Yi Xuefeng's hand suddenly exerted force.

The crow seemed to be learning its tongue clumsily, and it stumbled when it spoke, which made people almost get goosebumps hearing it.

The crow said: "That's...my body...give it back to me!" Read the novel, come here!So fast, dear!