The howling wind drowned out the sound.

Ye Bingran suddenly realized that this was a illusion created by memory and the other party would not answer at all.

He looked at the delicate-looking child, bent down to pick up Li Tian in the snow, and gave it to him. Then he walked aside, swept away the snow on the stone with his sleeves, and sat on it.

Shen Liuyun tilted his head slightly, held his cheek with one hand, staring at the person who was still staring at him in a daze.

I thought to myself: It turns out to be like a piece of wood, looking stupid.

He followed Qingling and his group to visit the Jian Sect. When he arrived, the master was taken away by the Taoist Jian Zhen, and the brothers went to the martial arts training ground, but he was taken away by Uncle Lan.

Lan Xiaosheng has always loved him, and every time he sees him, he will give him a lot of good things.

This time is no exception.

He was entertained to eat and drink well, touching the bulging storage bag, covering his face with lotus leaves brought by Qingling, wrapped in a warm velvet blanket, and slept on the beauty couch.

Seeing this, Lan Xiaosheng copied out the nine-stringed zither, and a song of requiem helped him dream.

After sleeping for most of the time, I was slept with my sleepy eyes. In a daze, Lan Xiaosheng talked to someone in his ears.

"I have been in the sect for almost two years, but I still don't say a word. I have been practicing swords in the back mountain all day long. I tried my best to do anything, but I really can't do anything."

The man next to him sighed: "Brother Lan has trouble. This child is really pitiful. He watched his parents swallowed into the stomach by monsters in order to protect him and spit out bloody wreckage on the ground. Not to mention that they are only five years old, if you and me, they will be crazy."

"It's because he feels so sad that he practices swords day and night."

Lan Xiaosheng also sighed.

"When I was worshipping me as my teacher, I told him that every disciple of the Sword Sect holds a sword and practices, but the reasons for holding a sword are different. Some pursue the great way, and some eliminate demons for killing demons... I asked him 'Why do you hold a sword'."

"He fell on the palm of my hand, writing every stroke - not letting anyone die before his eyes!"

Shen Liuyi grabbed a handful of snow, lowered his head, and tamped with his two little hands.

The dusk is getting darker.

He held his hand behind him and stood in front of the little sword cultivator who had turned into an ice sculpture.

"Send you a gift for a meeting."

Two little snowmen as big as a palm appeared in Ye Bingran's sight, one holding a small branch in his hand and the other covered a green leaf on his head.

"If you don't speak, just pretend you agree to accept it."

Shen Liuyi placed the snowmen one by one on the ground, then slid his eyelids, straightened his waist, and said with confidence and strength: "Okay, it's your turn to give me a gift."

The surroundings were quiet for a moment, and there was only the sound of snow falling.

Ye Bingran's face showed a little helplessness and went to get the storage bag in a hurry, but when he stretched out his hand, his waist was empty, let alone the storage bag, there was not even a piece of broken jade.

The sound of the sinking sound saw him slightly embarrassed, and his eyebrows were bent and his eyes were smiling.

"It's better, I am a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, and I cherish my life the most."

He picked up the little snowman covered with green leaves, grabbed Ye Bingran's hand, and placed it on it, "If I encounter danger in the future, you will come to save me, and you should regard it as a gift."

Ye Bingran's fingertips trembled slightly, and his eyes were like ice spirits and looked at the exquisite little snowman in his hand.

Wrong...

Everything is wrong -!

Just like that day he was reluctant to throw away the little snowman and held it in his hand, but ended up melting the snowman.

He is indeed stupid and stupid.

"Don't say I bullied you, this is just a reciprocity." Shen Liuyun picked off the small lotus leaf missing on his head and shook.

After shaking off the snowflakes on it, he took a step forward and covered the green lotus leaves on Ye Bingran's hair covered with cold snow.

"When you look forward... if you can see nothing, you can see me."

"I am Qingling's disciple, the one that everyone loves!"

After the words came, the child in white looked at the sky and muttered that it was time for the master to find him, so he turned around and left.

Ye Bingran's fingertips passed through his cuffs, almost able to catch them, but in the end he didn't catch anything. He watched the person gradually disappear into the wind and snow.

"Don't leave--"

Ye Bingran suddenly chased after him.

React completely differently than before.

Indoor, Lan Xiaosheng's face changed drastically, and he wanted to extinguish Lanxiang, but a stream of spiritual power protected Xiang tightly, blocking his movements.

And the source of the spiritual power is not someone else, it is Ye Bingran himself.

"Oh no, he's fallen into the nightmare trap!"

Ling Ye's eyes moved slightly: "No, he was distracted from protecting Lanxiang, which means he was still in a illusion."

Lan Xiaosheng was stunned: "Since that's the case, why don't I save him?"

Ling Ye did not answer, pinched the incense that had only been burned by only half, picked up the fingertips, crushed the spiritual power attached to it, and broke the incense.

Ye Bingran suddenly spitted blood and woke up with his eyes open.

His eyes fell on the young man on the bed, his thin lips trembled, and his voice was extremely hoarse, "...I came to Qingling to find you... I'm sorry, I admit that I was wrong... I was wrong."

Lan Xiaosheng saw that he was in a bad mood, but now it is not the time to ask in detail.

There is only one fragrance left.

"Who will come."

Ling Ye stood beside the bed, tucked the corner of the quilt, "Zhou Xuanlan."

Lan Xiaosheng held his forehead: "He has not had enough cultivation."

Ling Ye looked at him with a slanted eyes: "The Lan Sect Master is extremely prejudiced to him."

"Yes." Lan Xiaosheng admitted frankly, "Liuxiang is too involved with him, and it is not a good thing."

"I'll talk about what happened in the future," Ling Ye put his hand behind him, with a calm face. "Your fear of him is the same as my expectations for him. Now is the time to need him."

The door opened again.

Ning Runxin's face turned pale. If it weren't for being persuaded by Zhao Lin, he would have to come forward to argue.

Is he even worse than the Jindan stage disciple?!

Su Baiche looked around and thought about the possibility of successfully escaping. If the nightmare beast is captured, it will most likely be exposed.

Tong Xi said, "No, it's almost time to go, you must follow Zhou Xuanlan."

Su Baiche withdrew her eager foot and said, "Tell me more specifically."

Tong Xi was about to speak when Su Baiche's mind was filled with a sudden sound.

It's a nightmare beast.

"Master, who is coming? This breath makes me a little scared."

Su Baiche was speechless: "You are a ferocious beast in the demon world, why are you pretending to be pitiful?"

Nightmare Beast: "But I..."

"Stop talking nonsense," Su Baiche frowned, "The sea of ​​consciousness is your world. Just create a illusion to trap him."

After a while, the Nightmare Beast said tremblingly: "It's useless, these memories can't trap him... The only possible place I can't touch or see, there is, the breath of the way of heaven."

"The Way of Heaven?"

Su Baiche was shocked and pondered for a moment, "Don't borrow memories, create an extra illusion to trap him, you can take the opportunity to escape."

The Nightmare Beast stumbled and said, "Where is this kind of illusion that is useful, please tell me clearly."

"How simple is this, you still need to ask?"

Su Baiche touched her chin.

"Of course I turned into a beauty and came out to seduce him. As long as I was beautiful and energetic, no man could stand it if he was a young man with a strong spirit!"

The Nightmare Beast felt it was very reasonable and took the order to leave.

Zhou Xuanlan opened his eyes and a faint fragrance surrounded his nose.

Half of his body was immersed in the hot spring, with a cool stone on his back, and his arms were close to his own personal touch.

The boy's half-open red dress revealed his fair and seductive thin chest, his neck curved with beautiful curves, and his waist-to-waisted black hair was stuck with crystal water droplets, which were wet and draped on his soft and boneless body.

His white jade-like arms wrapped around Zhou Xuanlan's neck, and his black eyelashes trembled slightly, "Am I beautiful?"

Zhou Xuanlan looked at his face: "Beautiful."

The boy in red smiled like a flower, like a seductive figure.

He moved his hand down, and his slender and white fingers gently stroked Zhou Xuanlan's back.

The dan lips pressed against his ear and blew his mouth gently and exclaimed.

"I know you want me, come here~ Here, you can take off my clothes and do anything to me... No one knows, I can't resist it, let you pick it~"

Zhou Xuanlan turned his head and stared at the boy's delicate facial features. After a moment of silence, he reached out to pinch the fragile and fair neck.

His eyes were indifferent, and a sure sneer appeared on the corner of his lips.
Chapter completed!