In the sound of the drizzling rain, everything became calm, like a plunge into the water, only an ethereal sound, not the slightest noise.

The black bricks and white walls of the mountainside town are hidden in the rain, and there is no fireworks in the world for a moment, as if they never existed. The instructors inside have also disappeared, and on rainy days, they all have their favorite things to do. Some lie on the edge of the bed to sleep, and some make a bowl of hot and sour sweet potato noodles, which must be spicy and hot enough to be suitable for such good weather.

The snowflakes melted a few days ago, the college is like spring all year round, the snow is not long, but people can stay for a long time, witness the arrival and return of the snowflakes, and will also witness the reincarnation of countless years.

On the way back to the room, Xia Xiao always covered his chest, and it was difficult to straighten his waist. Shu Shuang's vitality was exhausted before, so he could only support him, and Jumang and Xiaoran on his head blocked the rain, and half a drop of rain fell on them.

The rainy day is cold, and the rain is slightly cool, which makes them feel a little depressed at this time. This is a tradition of the college, before or after encountering difficulties, there are always dedicated faculty members to come to help, they are like timely rain, charcoal in the snow. But on the way through difficulties, they will not show up on their own initiative. Because of Xia Xiao, they need to grow, and the premise of growth is to face, and it takes courage and determination to face it, and it takes extraordinary daring!

Entering a corridor, Ju Mang and Xiao Ran were protected on both sides, lest Xia Xiao have an accident. Shu Shuang had words in his mouth, all of which were words to appease Xia Xiao, let him go slowly, it's okay, and he is still there.

Xia Xiao had never been so depressed, even if it was a fierce battle, but at this time, he sat on the ground with an extremely uncompetitive ass, and let out a deep scream of extreme pain.

Seeing one's loved one suffer is probably the most painful thing to do. The day lines on Shu Shuang's arm lit up, and she felt Xia Xiao's pain, but she couldn't do anything about it.

Xia Xiao was in chaos, forgetting that this was there, and there was only darkness in front of him. He was nailed to the stake by a sword intent, and a golden sword kept piercing his chest.

Is this the furious sword intent of the golden spirit beast? was it deliberately done by him or was it inadvertently powerful?

Xia Xiao didn't have an answer, no one decrypted it for him, he wanted to cover his chest, but he couldn't bend his arm. But beside Shu Shuang, he frantically protected his chest and passed out.

From outside the town to now, Xia Xiao has not been drenched in a single rain, but he is soaking wet, and his clothes can wring out a handful of water. It's cold now, but Shu Shuang doesn't mind, carries it on his back, and takes him home in a cold air.

After passing the corridor and the alleyway and the eaves, Shu Shuang, who was trembling, pushed open the door and put Xia Xiao on his back on the chair in the living room. Then boil water and get a towel, and undress and wipe his body. As for the soaking on your back, you can take care of it later. Shu Shuang has always been like this, putting Xia Xiao first first.

Because he was afraid of the cold, Shu Shuang closed the door, leaving only one window. Outside the window, Jumang and Shushuang floated in the air, drenched in nectar, although they were very comfortable, they couldn't help but marvel.

"Spring came too fast. ”

"That's good, everything will come back to life. ”

Ju Mang's long hair is the same as Xiao Ran, because he can control the wind, he did not drape it on his shoulders because of the rain, but he was still chic and handsome. But the revival of all things is not a good thing, and the emperor hidden in the depths should not wake up, otherwise it will be a great catastrophe.

Xiao Ran felt that she had said the wrong thing, and was about to apologize to Ju Mang, but the latter shook her head lightly, looked at her gently in the rain, and whispered:

"We grew up in the rain, and he will rise to the challenge. ”

When nodding slightly, Ju Mang and Xiao Ran tapped their toes on the ground, and their wings wrapped themselves.

In the halo, vines grew on their toes and on their bodies, and those that burrowed into the ground became roots, and those that spread and grew became branches. The branches of the tree stretched widely, because they could catch more rain, and their roots were deep, because the vitality of the mountainside was abundant, and they could absorb the vitality by themselves, and increase the power of Xia Xiao and Shu Shuang.

Ever since they learned about the Golden Spirit Beast, they were also thinking of a way. The scourge is fire, and the whisper is water, and it is difficult to make a big difference in this academy, but Ju Mang and Xiao Ran can absorb the vitality of heaven and earth to feed back to their main body.

Gradually, Xia Xiao and Xiaoran turned into two trees. A verdant, slender leaf like a thunderbolt and a wind. A white and red tree, stunning in the rain.

One dark green and one white and red, like half of their hearts, they were next to each other, and they began to absorb the vitality of the academy's Tongtian Mountain.

Xiao Ran gradually became unscrupulous under the leadership of Jumang's vitality, she was a little worried at first, but she gradually became bolder. Because she found that no matter how much vitality she absorbed, it was not as much as the vitality generated between the breaths of this Tongtian Mountain itself.

The light in the room was dim, maybe it was wet by a few drops of rain outside the window, but under it, Shu Shuang helped Xia Xiao back to the bed, covered it with a warm quilt, and then began to untie his clothes and think about himself.

With her little hands on her belt, Shu Shuang glanced back at Xia Xiao on the bed and closed the door.

At night, Xia Xiao lost consciousness and just fell asleep. Before the golden spirit beast awakened, the sword qi was already horizontal, and it was worthy of being a divine aura. But with such an existence, how should Xia Xiao subdue it?

Without any of the five elements, Xia Xiao would die. Because the connection between him and Jumang does not depend on a spiritual contract, cannot be signed or unraveled, but is a natural and natural product, a whole. Once the whole is separated, it is incomplete, there will be problems, and it will be difficult to save a small life.

Faintly, a knock appeared in Xia Xiao's mind, and it rang faintly.

Soothing cream. Xia Xiao's first reaction was to call her name, but he fell into a drowsy, and he thought he was still silent. Xia Xiao realized that he was dreaming, and he didn't speak, so he forcibly made himself open his eyes.

This feeling is too false to be described metaphorically in false language. Xia Xiao's eyes seemed to be sewn up, and the needle and thread were repeatedly threaded, making him unable to lift his eyelids. If there are mountains on his body, it is difficult for Xia Xiao to sit up. But the more this happened, the more he struggled, and seemed quite unwilling, and he had to do what he wanted to do.

Xia Xiao was angry with himself even if he fainted, in his opinion, in addition to absorbing vitality, eating and sleeping and loving someone are also cultivation. What kind of attitude you put on, what kind of harvest and ending you should have. Although many things in the world contradict this principle, Xia Xiao still woke up.

Because of the rain outside the window, the room was dark, much darker than usual when there was snow. It was still spinning, tumbling, making Xia Xiao's heart sink, but the knocking on the door continued.

This is the most annoying voice of Xia Xiao, knocking all the time, without any rhythm, always urging himself, like he is in a hurry, like he is asking for help. With enough imagination, this knock on the door can have a myriad of different meanings, which can be frustrating and nerve-wracking.

Who will knock on the door at this time?

Xia Xiao opened the door of his room, the familiar living room was dark, and the door facing Shu Shuang was closed. It stands to reason that Shushuang will run faster than herself in this kind of thing, but she didn't make any moves.

The knock on the door was still ringing, Xia Xiao was annoyed, but subconsciously and faintly afraid, this pitch-black environment, coupled with the slightly cool rain, was simply a good scene for killing. Picking up the Pu knife, Xia Xiao went to open the door, and when he walked towards that door, it was like walking towards ancient fear.

"Who?"

Xia Xiao asked first, but no one answered.

"Who?"

Xia Xiao asked again, and then put his palm on the handle, but no one made a sound. Xia Xiao was afraid in his heart, but he didn't know where this fear came from, he had killed so many people, walked so many places, and been drenched in so much rain, how could he be afraid in the rain at night?

Xia Xiao pulled the door back, and with a breath, he slammed into his face.