The Villainous Shizun Is As Beautiful As A Flower

The howling wind drowned out the sound.

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

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

Shen Liuxiang tilted his head slightly, resting his chin with one hand, staring at the person who was still staring at him blankly.

I thought to myself: It really looks like a piece of wood, and it looks silly.

He came to Jianzong with Qingling and his group to play. When he arrived, the master was taken away by Jianzhen Daoist, the brothers went to the martial arts training ground, and he was picked up by Uncle Lan.

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

This time is no exception.

He was treated well to eat and drink, he felt the bulging storage bag, covered his face with lotus leaves brought from Qingling, wrapped himself in a warm fleece blanket, and slept on the beautiful couch.

Seeing this, Lan Xiaosheng copied out the nine-stringed qin, and a requiem to help him have a good dream.

After sleeping for more than half an hour, Shen Liuxiang rubbed his sleepy eyes, and in a daze, he heard Lan Xiaosheng talking to someone.

"It's been almost two years since I came to the sect, and I still don't say a word. I practice swordsmanship in the back mountain all day.

The man beside him sighed softly: "Brother Lan, you have to worry, this child is indeed pitiful, watching his parents protect him, being swallowed by a monster, and spitting out **** wreckage all over the floor, let alone five years old, If it were you and I, we would both be crazy."

"It is because he is suffering in his heart that he will practice the sword day and night."

Lan Xiaosheng also sighed.

"When I was my teacher, I told him that every disciple of Jianzong holds a sword to practice, but the reasons for holding a sword are different, some are for the pursuit of the Dao, some are for the purpose of slaying demons and slaying demons... I asked him 'Why? Hold the sword'."

"His fingertips landed on my palm, and he wrote stroke by stroke - let no one die in front of my eyes!"

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

Twilight is getting darker.

With his hands behind his back, he stood in front of Xiao Jianxiu who was about to turn into an ice sculpture.

"Give you a welcome gift."

Two little snowmen the size of a slap appeared in Ye Bingran's line of sight, one holding a twig in his hand, and the other covered with a green leaf.

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

Shen Liuxiang placed the snowmen one by one on the ground, then lifted his eyelids, straightened his waist, and said confidently and strong: "Okay, it's your time to return the gift."

The surroundings were silent for a moment, except for the rustling of snow.

Ye Bingran's face was a little helpless, and he hurriedly went to get the storage bag, but when he stretched out his little hand, his waist was empty, not to mention the storage bag, not even a piece of broken jade.

Seeing him slightly embarrassed, Shen Liuxiang smiled.

"That's good, I am a man who is greedy for life and fears death, and cherishes life the most."

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

Ye Bingran's fingertips trembled slightly, and she stared at the delicate snowman in her hands with icy eyes.

wrong……

Everything is wrong-!

Just like that day he was reluctant to throw away the little snowman and hold it in his hands, but the snowman melted.

He was really stupid and stupid.

"Don't say I bullied you, this is just a courtesy exchange." Shen Liuxiang took off the lotus leaf that was missing a small piece of the top of his head and shook.

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

"Yunyan in the past, look forward... If you can't see anything, you can look at me."

"I'm a disciple of Qingling, the one that everyone loves!"

When the words fell, the boy in white looked at the sky and muttered that it was time for Shizun to find him, so he turned and left.

Ye Bingran's fingertips slid across his cuff, and he almost caught it, but he didn't catch anything in the end. He watched people gradually disappear into the wind and snow.

"Don't go—"

Ye Bingran suddenly chased after him.

React very differently than before.

In the room, Lan Xiaosheng's face changed greatly, he wanted to extinguish the burning incense, but a spiritual force protected the incense to death, blocking his movement.

And the source of that spiritual power was not someone else, but Ye Bingran himself.

"Oops, he's fallen into a nightmare trap!"

Ling Ye's eyes moved slightly: "No, he was distracted to protect the burning incense, which means that his consciousness is still there and he knows that he is in an illusion."

Lan Xiaosheng was stunned: "If that's the case, why don't you let me rescue him."

Ling Ye didn't answer, pinched the incense that was only half lit, picked it with his fingertips, crushed the spiritual power attached to it, and broke the burning incense.

Ye Bingran vomited a mouthful of 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 hoarse to the extreme, "...I came to Qingling to find you...I'm sorry, I misidentified you...it was my fault."

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

Fragrance, only one left.

"Who's coming."

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

Lan Xiaosheng supported his forehead: "His cultivation base is not enough."

Ling Ye squinted at him: "Sect Master Lan is extremely prejudiced against him."

"Yes." Lan Xiaosheng admitted frankly, "It's not a good thing that Liu Xiang is too involved with him."

"I'll talk about it later," Ling Ye put his hands behind him, his face indifferent, "Your fear of him is the same as my expectation of him, and now is the time to need him."

The door opened again.

Ning Runxin's face was ashen, if he hadn't been persuaded by Zhao Lin, he had to come forward and have a theory.

Could it be that he is not even a disciple of the Jindan stage? !

Su Baiche looked around, thinking about the possibility of successfully escaping, if the Nightmare Beast was caught, nine times out of ten, he would be exposed.

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

Su Baiche withdrew his eager feet, "Be more specific."

Tong Xi was about to speak, when Su Bai Che heard a bewildered voice in his mind.

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, so what are you pretending to be pitiful for."

Nightmare Beast: "But I..."

"Stop talking nonsense," Su Baiche frowned, "The sea of ​​​​knowledge is your world, so create an 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 it, I can't see it, there is a breath of heaven."

"The way of heaven?!"

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

The Nightmare Beast stumbled and said: "Which kind of illusion is useful, please let the owner express it."

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

Su Baiche touched his chin.

"Of course it's a beautiful woman to tempt him. As long as he's beautiful and energetic, let alone a young man with vigor, no man can stand it!"

The Nightmare Beast thought it was justified and left.

Zhou Xuanlan opened his eyes, and a faint fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose.

He was half immersed in the hot spring, leaning against a cool stone, and hugged a person in his arms.

The young man was wearing a half-open red shirt, revealing a white and attractive thin chest, a graceful neck arc, and the waist-length blue silk adhered to crystal water droplets, which was wet and scattered on the soft and boneless body.

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

Zhou Xuanlan looked at his face: "beautiful."

The red-clothed youth smiled like a flower, like a seductress.

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

Dan's lips were pressed against his ear, and he let out a sultry breath.

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

Zhou Xuanlan turned his head to the side, stared at the delicate facial features of the young man, silent for a moment, and stretched out his hand to grab the fragile white neck.

His eyes were indifferent, and the corners of his lips curled into a determined sneer.

"Go away, Shizun doesn't have such a wave."