Misty GL

Lian looked back at Xian Ah's leaving back,

Following her footsteps, at the moment when her black hair was raised, she could vaguely see bloodstains permeating the silver shirt...

What does Xian'a mean?

Lianhui raised her sleeves, her arms were smooth, and she stuck into her clothes. Her abdomen and back were completely intact.

What about her injuries?

Could it be that the wounds from staying in the void for a long, long, long time have all healed?

The Xian'a just now was still cold and indifferent, but it seemed to be different from before.

Every day since then, Xian'a will come to see Lianhui,

Even if Lianhui ignored her, she would sit beside Lianhui silently and look at her from time to time.

"Help me get that painting on the shelf." Lianhui lay on the couch and said to Xian'a,

Xian'a put down the scroll in her hand, turned her head to look at it, and there was a picture scroll on the top shelf,

Just as she was about to mobilize her immortal energy, she heard Lianhui say,

"Take it with your own hands, don't ruin Aunt Hua's collection."

Xian'a's long and narrow eyes swept over Lianhui, she was frightened, she covered her lips and pretended to cough twice.

Only then did Xian'a turn her head, stand on tiptoes, and raise her arms to reach the painting.

The wide sleeves of the robe slid down her arm, revealing a part of the arm that bullied Shuang Saixue,

It's just that there are scars all over the place, some are still oozing blood, some have pink polyps, it's horrible,

It's like the best white porcelain, full of broken blemishes.

The light in Lian's eyes dimmed, and she sighed, "As expected, it was you who transferred all my injuries to you."

Xian'a slowly pulled up her sleeves to cover her arms, and said softly,

"You are in the virtual world, the blood is all drained, these injuries will kill you",

"Why?" Lianhui looked at her suspiciously,

"Don't you want me to die?".

Xian'a took a serious look at her, in the dark eyes, like a whirlpool,

Dark and gloomy, oppressive and forbearing,

It seemed that Lianhui was also swept into the whirlpool, and he couldn't breathe heavily.

Lian Hui avoids her sight, pulls the quilt to cover herself, and says in a muffled voice, "Call Jiu Shun over."

Xian Ah sat back in front of the window again, holding the scroll in her hand, and looked down quietly,

In the vase on the table, there are two magnolia flowers, which are scorching and blooming delicately.

"If you don't call Jiushun, I will leave here",

Lian Hui hid under the quilt and shouted, kicking her feet indiscriminately.

Xian Ah, as if she had never heard of it, was completely immersed in the scroll and ignored Lian Hui.

When Xian'a was just ten years old, the Flower God started her to practice.

After all, it's a child's heart, Xian'a can't sit still, always wants to find Lianhui, and follows Lianhui to run all over the mountains and plains.

Until the God of Flowers punished Xian'a and punished her to kneel for a day and a night,

Until the flower god told Xian'a, how can you protect Lianhui if you don't practice?

Since then, Tian Xian'a has been willing to sit in front of the desk honestly, learn the magic of immortality, and meditate and practice.

Just like that, sitting quietly in front of the window, with a perfect head and jade neck, with a focused expression,

Even if Lianhui makes a scene in the house, it won't bother her.

Lian yelled back that she was tired. After all, she was weak. After shouting for a while, she felt dizzy.

Popping out from under the quilt, panting heavily,

His forehead was full of sweat, and his face was pale without any blood.

Xian'a put down the scroll, opened the window, and the cool wind blew in.

Lianhui took a deep breath, her complexion gradually looked better, she lay with her hands on her chest,

"If you move around again, I'll tie you up," Xian'a's tone was light but threatening.

When you're done, turn around and leave.

At night, Jiu Shun returned to Muxu Peak.

Jiu Shun applied the hot handkerchief to Lianhui's forehead, twisted the handkerchief again, and wiped her hands and feet.

"Jiu Shun, did she torture you after I left?",

Lian Hui looked at Jiu Shun's previous bruises all gone,

On his clearly delicate and soft face, there was always an old-fashioned expression.

"The Palace Mistress is reasonable." Jiu Shun lifted up her sleeves and wiped them with a handkerchief, feeling very comfortable.

Lian snorted back, "Did she make sense when she hung you up in the sun on Muxu Peak?".

Jiu Shun didn't respond, she was always reticent, but she just rolled up Lian Hui's skirt again, took off her socks,

Holding a pair of exquisite snow feet, I wiped them carefully with a handkerchief,

From slender ankles to pearly toes.

"Jiu Shun, itchy", Lian retracted her feet and giggled,

Jiu Shun's ears turned red at some point, he lowered his head and said nothing.

It's just that his fingers gripped her ankle a little bit tightly.

Lian smiled back, and the smile gradually disappeared.

She looked out of the window and said suddenly,

"Jiu Shun, you said that when Yi Shui finally rushed towards me,

Do you want to eat my flesh and blood, or want to bang your neck on my sword",

"Master, don't mention Yi Shui, the Palace Master is not happy," Jiu Shun said in a low voice,

Lianhui hugged her knees, wiggling her cute toes,

"It is always said that the blood of snakes is cold, but the blood of Ke Yishui is hot",

Her eyes dimmed, Yi Shui's blood splashed all over her body and face,

Yi Shui rubbed her hand against her face, it was also warm,

Yi Shui said, if you kill Xian'a, the master will be free.

"Yi Shui has a cunning personality, and her words are mixed with truth and falsehood. No one knows the truest thoughts and emotions in her heart." Jiu Shun raised his head and said,

"A long time ago, Yi Shui started to disguise himself,

The days of pretending have been long, and I am afraid that even she will not be able to see her own heart clearly."

Lianhui hugged her knees and looked at the bright moon outside the window,

Did the lazy and gentle Aunt Hua really kill Yi Shui's mother?

Jiu Shun told Lian Hui to turn over, opened her clothes, wiped her back with a veil,

Lian Hui was thinking, when suddenly the hot handkerchief brushed her slender back, she trembled, and turned her head in a daze.

Jiu Shun wiped his hands and feet quickly, and turned Lianhui over again,

"No, no need", Lianhui was a little embarrassed,

Jiu Shun is used to serving her, but he didn't feel it in the past, but perhaps he has been estranged from Jiu Shun for too long.

Or maybe it was my previous thoughts on Shaoguang,

For Lianhui to touch other people intimately, even a woman is a bit repulsive.

"Then Jiushun went out first." Jiushun's face was expressionless, and he walked out with a basin in his hand.

He stumbled on the threshold and almost fell, staggered two steps before walking out again.

Lianhui raised her eyebrows, "Jiu Shun tripped over the threshold for the first time in 300 years",

After finishing speaking, she felt a little funny, hugging the quilt and giggling,

Outside the window, the magnolia tree, which had been knocked down with a tree of flowers, bloomed again with delicate and beautiful magnolia trees.

In the moonlight, the branches swayed slightly.

Maybe Jiushun came back, Lianhui was relieved, and slept soundly at night,

It wasn't until the warm sun shone on his face that he stretched lazily and let out a comfortable sigh,

Rubbing against the soft quilt with her small face, she closed her eyes and refused to open them.

The chirping of birds outside the window is pleasant, and the room is filled with the fragrance of peach blossoms. It is really a pleasant morning...

peach blossom...

Lianhui opened her eyes in a daze, and saw a few delicate peach branches placed in a corner, trembling peach blossoms blooming,

A faint fragrance floated, and a silver figure was sitting at the table next to him, with a book in his hand,

His focused eyes fell on his face, in a daze.

Lian Hui raised her eyes, and saw that the other party turned her head quickly, and her eyes fell on the scroll.

"You, you, what's up?" Lianhui sat up hastily,

Only then did I realize that the loose middle coat was slightly opened at the neckline, revealing a section of fair-skinned Shengxue's neck.

Immediately blushing, he reprimanded without thinking,

"The owner of the mountain, can you break in at will?".

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Lianhui wanted to bite her tongue. Xian'a has a fickle temperament, if she is angered, it will be miserable.

But Lianhui couldn't hold back her face, so she could only cover her clothes sternly and glared at the other party angrily.

Seeing her angry, Xian Ananda blushed, her cheeks were stained with haze, crawling from her face to her neck, her anger was filled with guilt.

I saw the jade cheeks dyed with clouds, like begonias blooming, and the trees are full of rouge, which is beyond words.

As if in an instant, she had grown from that babbling, toddler toddler to what she is today.

Xian'a lowered her eyes slightly, landed on the scroll in her hand, and said softly,

"The owner of the holy mountain can naturally go in and out of every part of the holy mountain at will, including your house."

Lian lost her breath, covered her head with a quilt, and didn't want to talk to her.

When Jiu Shun waited outside the door, and when Lian got up and washed up, Xian Ah put down the scroll, got up and went out.

Jiu Shun combed Lian Hui's hair, she turned her head, and saw magnolia blossoms under the tree, Xian Ah stopped in front of the tree,

The morning wind blows magnolia flowers, circling and falling around the trees,

Slowly falling on her hair, on her shoulders...

Immortal and graceful, like a meaningful picture scroll, but her shoulders are slightly curled up, as if her shoulders are oppressed and heavy,

In this colorful picture, a thick ink mark was drawn unceremoniously.

To this romantic picture scroll, with a thick and colorful stroke, it is solemn and murderous.

She said that Xian'a hadn't changed, but she had to admit that she was no longer the same as Xian'a 500 years ago.

When Lianhui slowly and softly shed her greenness and childishness, she had long been covered with a hard shell, and her hands were covered with other people's blood;

The majesty and dignity of being the owner of the mountain is deeply rooted in the bone marrow.

Every word and every look of her will affect the consciousness of others, and they will submit to them in fear.

"Master, it's done." Jiu Shun tied her waist-length hair into a bun, pinned delicate magnolia flowers on her temples,

Added a touch of color to the pale face.

Xian'a turned her head and glanced at her from a distance.

Lianhui subconsciously touched magnolia flowers on her temples, wanting to pick them off.

But Xian'a turned around quickly, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Lianhui gently put Xinyihua on the table. Compared with Xian'a's strength and power, she is not qualified to dress up.

As soon as Xian'a left, the coercion shrouded in the mountain disappeared,

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief involuntarily, and even the birds on the tree began to call and chirp.

Compared with the joy, anger, sorrow, and danger outside the mountain, the days of staying in Wanshen Mountain will be safe as long as Xian'a is not there.

Thinking of Xian'a coming to see her again tomorrow morning, Lian Hui buried her head in distress.

I don't know why Xian'a is suffering, every morning I have to sit in her room without talking,

Hold the scroll and read it alone, and leave after reading it.

"Jiu Shun, do you think Xian'a comes to watch every day, is she afraid that I will run away?" Lian Hui asked,

Jiu Shun bowed his head and said nothing, "It's useless to ask you." Lian Hui knew that she was a boring gourd, let alone the matter was related to Xian, so she dared not answer.