Misty GL

A stream of light pierced like a sharp sword, before Mo Yin could react, it brushed against her neck, a strand of hair fell off and floated on the ground.

Mo Yin broke out in cold sweat from fright, and fell to the ground slumped, his face shocked, "God...God Race...",

She secretly rejoiced that she didn't do it lightly just now.

Lianhui was unhappy all the way, besides hating Mo Yin, he even sighed;

Why is it Qianxue?

If Qianxue met Mo Yin at this time, would her ending be different?

Everything is preordained in the dark, there is no early step, no late step, it is just right;

During that time, when Qian Xue met Mo Yin, and she met Shao Guang, she was destined to be heartbroken.

"Who are you thinking about?" Xian'a's cold voice interrupted Lianhui's thoughts,

She lowered her gloomy eyes, didn't answer, just changed the subject and asked,

"If the demons snatch the Heavenly Sword, if the demon emperor is resurrected, no one can deal with it."

Xian'a's cold eyes swept across Lianhui, and she was flustered, so she looked away and said,

"If the sword spirit doesn't return to its place, the Heavenly Sword can only be regarded as an ordinary fairy weapon with great power."

"Sword Spirit?" Lianhui asked doubtfully,

"The sword spirit is the soul of the Heavenly Sword. Only after the Sword Spirit returns to its place can the conscious Heavenly Sword truly exert its powerful divine power."

"Where is the sword spirit? We have to be careful, don't let the demons get the sword spirit," Lian Hui said worriedly,

Xian'a glanced at her, "The sword spirit is conscious. When the Heavenly Sword was born, the sword spirit must have sensed it. It's just that it's not time to return."

Lianhui responded perfunctorily, looking at the dark sky and the slowly rising bright moon, and sighed softly.

She was secretly angry with Mo Yin, and reminded her of Shao Guang, the disappointment and sadness hidden in her heart.

"Let's take a break, we'll go on our way tomorrow", Lianhui was extremely tired, even though she didn't need spiritual power, driving the Zongyun Chain was also exhausting,

It's better to rub other people's celestial artifacts, but Xian'a is a cheapskate and refuses to let her step on the red lotus under her feet.

As soon as Xian'a was about to speak, she saw Lian going back to the ground with her hands and feet stretched out, her eyes closed and she was about to fall asleep.

Xian'a moved to the side of Lianhui, and the ground trembled continuously;

Lian Hui opened her eyes, and saw a small attic with carved white jade railings appearing beside her out of thin air.

There is spirit fruit wine liquid in the room, and there is also a bed made up.

Really enjoy it, brought out the attic, Lianhui muttered a few words, and walked to the attic.

"Did I let you in?" Xian'a's soft voice made Lianhui stop,

She wrinkled her face and tentatively said, "Xian, you don't know how to do it?",

Xian'a raised her eyebrows, sat in front of the railing, held the wine glass, looked at the moonlight, took a sip, and said with a smile,

"Don't you like to sleep on the ground? Go to sleep, no one will disturb you."

She really has a bad temper, Lian Hui gritted her teeth and lay down on the ground in a fit of anger;

The grass that used to feel soft, now only feels wet on the back, as if there are insects screaming not far away,

Especially the smell of the pot of wine, if there seems to be no smell, the greedy Lianhui smacks her lips.

Sure enough, there is no harm in comparison.

In the jungle at night, it was damp and cold, Lian could not sleep soundly, tossing and turning;

In a daze, someone picked her up, and the tip of her nose smelled sweet;

Lian returned to rubbing her head, and murmured, "Drink~ I want to drink~".

The nose was scratched, Lian Hui rubbed her nose, tilted her head, only felt warm and comfortable under her body, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

When Lianhui woke up in the morning, the breeze blew the green bell hanging on the eaves, making a soft tinkling sound.

The elegant gauze was blowing with the wind, she rubbed her eyes and found herself lying on the couch in the attic,

On the small table next to it, the incense in the incense burner was burned to the end, leaving only a faint light smoke, which dissipated when the wind blew.

At the foot of the couch, Xian Ahzheng was reclining and half sitting, with one leg stretched out, stepping over the white jade steps, and one leg bent,

She propped her head on one hand, closed her eyes and slept lightly, with long hair hanging down, half-covered face, long eyelashes, a straight nose, and thin pink lips.

Time passes, light and shadow slowly...

The gentle breeze, the morning sun, the pleasant ringtones, tinkling..

Everything in front of me is like a beautiful picture scroll, quiet and peaceful,

And Xian'a is the finishing touch in the painting.

As if aware of Lianhui's gaze, Xian'a opened her eyes, and there was a rare sleepiness in those cold eyes;

There seemed to be light flickering in the black eyes, as bright as stars.

Lianhui didn't know why, she looked away,

I just feel that those straight eyes seem to be looking into my heart.

"You, you, why did you sleep on the ground?" Lianhui said a little embarrassedly,

It was clear that she was lying on the ground outside last night.

Xian'a stood up, stretched her body, her eyes fell on the mud stains on the couch,

"Last night, you were so shameless that you insisted on climbing onto the couch and soiled the bedding, so I had no choice but to sleep on the floor."

"I'm already fast asleep, how come?" Lian Hui didn't believe it,

Until Xian'a pointed to the muddy footprints on the ground, pursed her lips and said, "You have dream hysteria, don't you know?".

Lianhui looked at the muddy footprints on the ground in doubt, and said in confusion,

"I haven't heard Jiushun mention it in the past, it's always Shuoming and Shao..., I haven't mentioned it either."

"There are not many people who have seen you sleeping." Xian'a's eyes were slightly cold, and with a wave of her hand, the attic disappeared out of thin air.

Lian Hui, who was still sitting on the couch, suddenly floated in the air, before she could react, she fell to the ground with her buttocks, making her dizzy.

"You said you were so cute when you were young, but why are you so temperamental when you grow up...!", Lian Hui opened her mouth and cursed,

After seeing Xian'a's threatening eyes, he stopped in time, twisted his fingers and faltered a few words.

"Cute?" Xian'a frowned, looking at Lianhui suspiciously,

"Yeah, cute", Lian Hui replied with a flattering smile, pretending to look around and say to her,

"Cute Xian, can you take me to step on your red lotus to fly today? I can't fly anymore."

"No", Xian'a rejected her without thinking, her eyes were cold,

"I don't like people calling me cute",

As soon as the words fell, red lotuses sprouted from the feet, walking against the sky, and swept forward.

Lianhui gritted her teeth and invoked her divine sense, and the imperial envoy Zong Yunlian followed.

Dongyu Qinghua, the mountains are green and secluded, the land is full of caves and heavens, and the spiritual power is overwhelming.

Unlike Nanyu, Nanyu is full of spiritual grasses and flowers, while Dongyu is full of spiritual eyes and springs;

Wherever there are spiritual eyes, there are caves, and there are immortals, warriors, king kong, etc. who opened their homes to practice, so Dongyu is also called the land of ten thousand immortals.

The stream of light in the sky is shining, and there are immortals walking with swords, all of them are born with immortal demeanor, and their appearance is immortal,

Even a boy is as exquisite as a golden boy and a jade girl.

In places where there are many immortals, there are all kinds of immortal artifacts, elixir recipes, immortal tools, etc. that are sold in natural shops.

"This is the Immortal Fantasy City. Three days after leaving the city, you can reach the Qinghua Lingmai where the Dongji Gate is located",

Xian'a is wearing a plain ink long gown, unassuming, with long ink-like hair hanging loose,

It's just that the unique aloofness between her brows still attracts the attention of many people.

Lianhui is wearing a green shirt embroidered with bamboo forest foolish white monkeys, blue and white, tied with a blue belt, decorated with fairy jade,

Her face is elegant and dusty, her eyes are clear and penetrating, her face is slightly pale,

The slender figure exudes a lovely and delicate beauty.

"A bunch of candied haws", Lianhui stood in front of the vendor with a smile, took out a piece of spirit fruit and handed it to the vendor.

The spiritual power of the fairy fruit made the vendor's hand tremble when he took it, his face was full of smiles,

"Take another bunch, just take it."

He stuffed a string into each of Lianhui's hands. After thinking about it, he handed a string to Xian.

"No", Xian A Mingming's eyes were full of curiosity, but his mouth was stubbornly tight.

Compared with Lian Hui, who has seen the world several times, Xian Ah, who has never been out of Wanshen Mountain, is even more novel about everything in front of her.

It's just that this person hides deep emotions, his emotions are not expressed in words, and his mouth is still stubborn.

Lianhui glanced at Xian'a sympathetically, Long Chican climbed onto her shoulders and jumped up and down,

She handed the candied haws to Xian'a's mouth, "Take a bite, it's sweet and sour, it's delicious",

"I said no," Xian'a walked forward with her hands behind her back, "It's something for children to eat."

Obviously older than her by several decades, with an old-fashioned appearance,

Lianhui made a funny face behind her, happily eating candied haws,

The hawthorn inside is sandy, sweet and sour, and delicious.

The two of them were walking along the street, and from time to time they saw disciples of Dongjimen wearing vermilion Taoist robes,

Occasionally, he could see disciples of the Lingxiao Sect in ocher-yellow Taoist robes, attracting envious looks.

Xian'a and Lianhui, one of them didn't look sideways, the other focused on the candied haws in their hands,

In the turbulent crowd, like a clear stream,

But Xian'a's breath is too cold, making people daunting,

On the contrary, Lianhui next to her had a smile on her face, like a finely carved porcelain doll, so cute,

From time to time, eyes fell on her.

"That, Xian..." Lian Hui was a little uneasy when he saw the disciple of Yuqing Sect wearing a blue Taoist robe,

"Huh?" Xian'a looked back, and was dragged into a corner by Lian Hui, begging,

"Can you help me change my appearance?",

"Afraid people will recognize it?" Xian'a frowned, "What's wrong with you?",

"No, no," Lian Hui stammered, "I, I, I don't want people from Yuqingmen to recognize me."

Xian Ah nodded, "Alright",

She raised her hand to brush Lian Hui's face, and a cool wind blew over her palm, and when she dropped her hand, she said, "It's all right".

Lianhui took out the small bronze mirror from the front of her clothes, took a picture of it, and muttered,

"The eyebrows are too thick, the chin is so square, hiss...what are you doing!",

Lian's head was in pain from being pulled, and she shouted at Xian A as if her hair had exploded.

Xian'a was holding onto Lianhui's long hair, flipped her wrists, tied it in a bun on the top of her head, and tied it with a piece of sky blue cloth about a foot long.

Lian Hui looked down at the bronze mirror, the sense of disobedience and abruptness disappeared, but she looked a little like a boy.

"Ugly, I don't like it", Lianhui frowned, "You can become a good-looking person who doesn't look like me",

Xian'a ignored her, raised her head and walked forward, humming softly, "Trouble".