Su Rongrong felt that Su Xingyu's movements were very careful, as if she was afraid of hurting her, which gave her a lot of security, and her mood gradually returned to her normal state from the horror of persecution. After her mood settled down, she realized how close she was to Su Xingyu, and she could clearly feel the breathing of the big boy.

Cultivators are not easy to get old, especially those who break through the empowerment earlier, before the age of fifty, their appearance can basically remain in the state of a teenager, so even though Su Xingyu is nearly thirty years old, he still looks like a big boy.

They have not been in harmony since they met, quarrels are the norm, and it is the first time that they have quietly faced each other like this.

Su Rongrong felt her heartbeat gradually quickening, she couldn't understand the feeling, as if Su Xingyu couldn't explain her anger when she saw her miserable state. At a certain moment, the sight of the two people was like a kite that had been drifting outside for a long time with a broken line, and unexpectedly intersected, and the emotions that were more profound than meeting old acquaintances in other places were sublimated in the intersection of eyes.

Both of them heard each other's heartbeats and involuntarily looked away.

Su Xingyu is not eighteen years old after all, how can he not understand, this is obviously a little girl's heart. This is unacceptable to him, because he already has someone he likes, and he has liked it for many, many years, and he firmly believes that he can continue to like it, and only if it is eternal and unchanging, can he be worthy of liking that person, otherwise it is a blasphemy.

"Tomorrow will be fine. He repeated what he had just said, took the ointment, and tried to flee the place.

"Wait!" Su Rongrong hurriedly shouted.

"What?" said Su Xingyu pretending to be impatient.

Su Rongrong said: "You are gone, where will I stay at night?" Also, my uncle saw that I didn't go back, so he was determined to send Grandpa Zhao to find him, and you also had to help me send a message to reassure my uncle." ”

"You stay here at night and my friend will take care of you. I will naturally send the message, so I don't need you to remind me. Su Xingyu hurriedly wanted to leave, but was stopped at the door by a beautiful woman, "It's okay to stay here, you must send a message, I don't want to offend Yan Shiyi." She winked at Su Xingyu. "Also, I'm going out now, you stay to protect her first. ”

Su Xingyu felt very embarrassed, but he couldn't refuse, so he had to turn back and sit.

When Su Rongrong saw it, she felt very uncomfortable, and when she saw the beautiful woman leaving, she flattened her mouth and said, "Hmph, what is your relationship with this woman, why do you listen to her as soon as she says?"

"She's my sister. Su Xingyu rolled his eyes and said.

Su Rongrong stuck out her tongue and didn't dare to speak again.

As night falls, this ice city in the desert sea also begins to show its power - the temperature difference between day and night is terrifying.

Su Rongrong shivered from the cold, and walked on the street in a hurry, and there was no light on the road, making her like a boat lost in the dark sea, which could be swallowed by the darkness at any time. Su Xingyu's expression echoed in her mind, she had never seen Su Xingyu's expression, when she unintentionally asked the other party about the purpose of coming to Ceuta City, Su Xingyu's expression was like a terminally ill patient struggling in the mud, gloomy and dark, heavier than the cold air of the street. She was very uneasy, so she secretly followed her at night, but she didn't expect to be thrown off after only a few streets.

She was sure that Su Xingyu was going to do a very painful thing, she only thought about repaying it, and didn't think too much about it. Only then did she realize the importance of cultivation

If he cultivates enough, he will not be afraid of the cold, and he can also help him defeat the enemy at a critical moment. She thought that when she went back this time, she would definitely ask her uncle to teach her to practice, and with her qualifications, she would be able to surpass Su Xingyu in three and five years. Thinking of the pride, the joy overwhelmed the deep cold, making her forget for a moment.

At this time, when she came to a dark alley, Su Rongrong saw a shadow somewhat similar to Su Xingyu's figure flashing into it from a distance, and she didn't want to catch up with it much. Ceuta also has alleys, but the alleys here are very deep at night, and the ancient architectural style adds a lot of unfathomable charm to this ice city.

Su Rongrong chased to the alley that was as black as a gap between heaven and earth, and she couldn't see a human figure in it, but suddenly someone made a voice to speak, and as her eyes adapted to the darkness, she saw a person's side face, this side face was very soft, full of male charm, she felt very familiar, and after searching in her mind, she remembered.

"Wen Ziqing, what is he doing here? But he is Su Xingyu's senior brother, so it is better to ask him. ”

Wen Ziqing, the chief disciple of Longxiang Mountain, Su Rongrong once met in the Phoenix Palace, and the reason why she can still remember it is because Wen Ziqing came to the door for Su Xingyu to propose marriage to the hall master, and Pan Huan begged for a long time, but was rejected by the hall master on the grounds that she could not make the decision on the marriage of the second girl. At that time, she had a good impression of Wen Ziqing, and felt that he was worthy of being a senior brother, so she thought about her junior brother.

But Wen Ziqing's voice made her dispel the idea of opening her mouth. The voice was as light as tissue paper, and it was eerie, like an evil spirit crawling up from hell, wanting to take revenge on the world, and not with a devilish temptation.

"The conditions are ripe for attacking Yan Shifang, you go and tell each of them to get ready, this is our last chance to save our reputation. ”

"I understand. The person opposite Wen Ziqing responded softly, not like he was conspiring to kill someone, as if it was just a simple conversation.

The two sentences of dialogue made Su Rongrong dare not breathe, and her face turned pale for a while. The person who was talking to Wen Ziqing walked towards the other end of the alley, while Wen Ziqing walked towards her end. She tried to run away, but darkness and fear were like invisible ropes, binding her so tightly that she couldn't move a finger.

Finally, after forcibly filling her trachea with cold air, she regained her breath, gasping for her life, and ran for her life towards the main street. Her panic caught Wen Ziqing's attention.

Wen Ziqing quickly stopped Su Rongrong. In the darkness, his gaze was as sharp as a sharp knife, and if he breathed, it was like the spit of a viper. As the chief disciple of Longxiang Mountain, he often kept enough attention to the cultivation world, and soon recognized that it was the cook lady that Yan Shiyi had brought with him all year round. "What did you hear?" he asked with a soft smile.

"I didn't hear anything!" Su Rongrong said almost with a crying voice.

"Whatever you hear, don't say it to anyone, okay?" Wen Ziqing's voice became softer and softer, full of induction like hypnosis.

"Okay, good ......" Su Rongrong was fooled almost immediately, and when she saw the change in Wen Ziqing's face, she realized her stupidity. "No, no, I didn't hear anything, what can I say to others, you can leave me alone......"

Wen Ziqing smiled, as if he was anxious to find someone to confide in his inner feelings, and his soft face twisted slightly, "You know."

Why, Yan Shifang almost ruined everything for me. If he is innocent, then what is my behavior? I am the senior brother of Longxiang Mountain, I am the spiritual leader of many people, and I must not have a stain on my body. I don't need you to understand my feelings, and I say this to you in the hope that you will die blindly. Then he struck.

Before Su Rongrong could spit out a word, she felt a sudden severe pain all over her body, and the blood spit out in a big gulp, spraying all over the sky as she flew back, like a rain of blood.

"Stop!"

Between blurring and wakefulness, she seemed to see Su Xingyu flashing out of the darkness, he hugged her with a heartache, as if he was hurting his own body, she seemed to be in a dream, all the pain disappeared, and she reached out to touch the face, and there was a wet flow.

Is he crying for me? She thought sweetly to herself, all her fears were gone, and she tried and said bravely, "I like you......" She found that it was so difficult for her to squeeze out these words, and she sensed the passage of her life, and understood the fact that she was about to die, "You...... Like...... I...... "She spat out the words harder.

"I ......"

She didn't get the answer she wanted, the light in her eyes gradually dimmed, and it seemed that at the last moment, she saw Yan Shiyi's expressionless face appear in sight, and she struggled to squeeze out a few words, "They...... Key...... Yan...... Off ......"

Yan Shiyi's hand slowly touched the scabbard behind his back.

Wen Ziqing felt the fear of death, and he almost wanted to turn around and run away, but he knew that if he left his back to the other party, it would only accelerate death.

"Wait, Yan Shiyi, wait!" Su Xingyu shouted desperately.

Yan Shiyi wants to kill someone, will he wait? Of course not, Wen Ziqing died. No matter how hard Ziqing tried to speed up the release of the move, he couldn't catch up with the speed of the sword light, and he was cut into many blood clots by the sword light, scattered all over the ground.

Su Xingyu shouted desperately: "Senior brother, you are wrong, I came to tell you that you are wrong...... he almost shouted, as if to let Wen Ziqing's soul hear this aftermath.

"Noise. Yan Shiyi's gaze turned to Su Xingyu.

Su Xingyu felt that the darkness around him was distorted for a moment, turning into endless killing intent crowding over him, and he felt that his body had been broken into pieces by these killing intents, and he could hardly find a piece of wholeness. "Stop, I can save her!" his voice was as hoarse as if a hand had been pulled out of his throat. He knew that he couldn't die, he wasn't afraid of death, and he wasn't afraid of Yan Shiyi, but he was the only one who could stop Yan Shiyi from killing Xiang Longxiang Mountain.

Yan Shiyi may die, but Long Xiangshan can withstand his anger? As long as it exceeds 30%, the Dao system will inevitably go into decline.

Sensing the weakening of the killing intent, Su Xingyu tried to calm his breathing, "You understand that you can't delay it any longer, my life and death don't matter, but I can't let you make a move on Long Xiang Mountain, so you should know that I am sincere." Also, I have a list, and I'll find them one by one and hand them over to you!"

Yan Shiyi put away the knife and said lightly: "One condition." ”

"You say. ”

"Marry her. ”