The twilight had already blurred, and the sky full of sunset had gradually faded and lost its color.

The night had just darkened, and the thick fog was diffused and spreading, creating a calm and peaceful night, and the moon slowly peeking out of the sky, and the white mist was dyed golden under the light of the soft moonlight.

The leaves "flutter", as if playing a beautiful and beautiful song, graceful and poignant, deep and beautiful, the beating notes seem to jump out of the hazy moonlight, intoxicating.

Fan Chen stood under the gate of the Palace of Forgetfulness, holding the still weak purple spirit in his arms, and his heart and eyes fell under the corners of his skirt, the picture was really funny.

Xinyan tried hard to climb up, wanting to climb to Fanchen's wrist, but the silky white skirt really couldn't climb up, so he had to helplessly grab the corner of the skirt.

In the center of the dormitory, next to the long wooden table, Shen Tu Rin Ye's right hand was propped up on the wooden table, his hand was slightly clenched into a fist, supporting his forehead, his deep and dark eyes were slightly closed, his long and thick eyelashes formed a deep shadow, and a slight smile appeared on his handsome face, and in an instant, his brows were frowned, I don't know what he dreamed of, why it was so mysterious, so fascinating.

There are rolls of wooden ties on the table, some are horizontally, some are vertical, some are open, some are closed, how messy the table is, these days, he has not rested for the affairs of all ethnic groups, and after he came back, he looked at the ancient scrolls for a night and a day, and now, he was finally so tired that he fell asleep unconsciously.

Suddenly, a pair of slender white hands stood up and held a white robe and draped it over Shen Tu Rin Ye's body.

Fan Chen's brows furrowed slightly, and he called in a low voice: "Master!"

Qian Hui raised her eyes and looked outside the main hall, her eyes flashed, and her expression suddenly became a little unnatural, and then, she smiled faintly.

She straightened up and walked towards the outside of the main hall, and when she reached the entrance of the hall, she turned her head from time to time to look at Shen Tu Rinye.

Looking at Qianhui's appearance, Fanchen knew that she was still in love with the night!

Qian Hui pointed outside, not wanting to disturb Shen Tu Rin's rest at night.

Fan Chen's eyes looked at the sleeping night in the hall and nodded gently.

The two came to Qianhui's dormitory, the Hall of Forgetfulness.

"Sit!" Qian Hui said gently to Fan Chen.

Fan Chen nodded, put the purple spirit cat in his arms on the mat, and then sat down cross-legged, and ran to the side of the purple spirit with his eyes in his heart, lying on his hands and feet, closing his eyes and falling asleep.

Qian Hui picked up the teapot on the table and walked towards the inner hall. After a while, he walked out, still holding the purple sand teapot in his hand.

"The tea I drank in Kunlun is also very delicious, it tastes better than this, I'll bring some back another day, you can taste it" Qian Hui said and leaned over and sat opposite Fan Chen.

Bring it back? Isn't Master leaving?

Fan Chen's eyes rolled and he asked in surprise, "Master, aren't you going back to Kunlun?"

Qian Hui held the purple sand teapot in her left hand and smiled slightly. "Not back. ”

As he spoke, with a slight wave of his right hand, hot air came out of the purple sand teapot.

Whoa......

While pouring tea, he said: "I'm so tired at night, I haven't rested in the past few days, and I have been looking at those Guzha last night and today, and he has already finished reading them, and now he is looking at them again, for fear of missing something." ”

Seeing that the master was a little unusual, Fan Chen was a little puzzled, and his brows furrowed slightly. "Master. ”

Qian Hui smiled coldly, put down the teapot in her hand, and handed a cup of tea to Fan Chen, who reached out to pick it up.

"I'm no longer your master. Qianhui said calmly to Fanchen.

Fan Chen pursed his mouth. "I will never forget your kindness to me. ”

The tone was very calm, without the slightest desire to force Qianhui.

Qian Hui's eyes were certain, and she asked Fan Chen directly, "Is it within your plan for you to worship Nixian Mountain?"

Plan?

Fan Chen smiled helplessly, it turned out that the master thought that everything was designed by himself, and replied in a low voice: "What am I designing for?"

"Is that on the right path or on the evil path?" asked Qianhui in a low voice, her expression very stern.

In the face of Qianhui's two problems, Fan Chen seemed a little wronged, when Bai Yao wronged herself and colluded with Po Ya, she was convinced that she was in a gang with the Demon Realm, so she resolutely expelled herself from the division, and when the Dragon Slayer was activated, she did not support or stop it.

However, she didn't resent her because of this, Fan Chen knew and understood that everything she did was for the sake of Nixian Mountain, for her, Nixian Mountain was her everything, because she spent her life guarding this piece of her most cherished home.

Fan Chen replied gently, "I will not destroy the Demon Realm and the Demon Realm for the sake of the Positive Realm, nor will I deal with the Heavenly Realm and the God Realm because of them. ”

Qian Hui's brows furrowed, she couldn't trust Fanchen if she didn't take a stand in Fanchen, because if she restored her true body for the sake of the positive realm, it would be a great thing, and for the demons would be the deadliest blow to the positive realm.

"I just want you to remember what you said today. She said earnestly, her eyes fixed on mortal dust.

Fan Chen didn't answer, at this moment, I don't know what identity to treat her, Fan Chen or Yu Ao?

With Fan Chen, she has expelled herself from the division, and she is proud of her feathers, as if she is disrespectful to her.

Now Fanchen's heart is a little confused, and he doesn't know in what capacity to talk to her.

Slowly put the teacup in your hand and lowered your eyebrows. "Then you will call me by my name, and I will call you by my name. ”

No more respect for you her.

Qianhui nodded. "Okay, but what should I call you by your name?

Fan Chen raised his eyes, and his bright eyes looked at Qianhui indifferently. "Everything. ”

"Then I will call you Yu Proud from now on. Qian Hui replied.

Feather Proud!

Fan Chen smiled bitterly and coldly. "Good. ”

This smile contained too much helplessness, she lowered her forehead, looked at Zi Ling and Xinyan beside her, and touched the little heads of the two of them.

"Then please return Liu Yi, Miao Er, and Nanyue to me. She lowered her head and whispered.

Qianhui frowned slightly, her face was no longer peaceful, and her eyes looking at Fan Chen were different from the past. "You can also. ”

Hearing Qianhui say this, Fan Chen knew what she must have wanted.

"If you have anything to say, just say it!"

"I think this Nixian Mountain can't stay anymore. Qianhui replied, her tone very flat.

Can't stay any longer!

A faint wry smile rose at the corner of Fan Chen's mouth, Qianhui wanted to drive himself away, or not.

She pursed her lips and nodded.

"Then please return the three of them to me. ”

Qian Hui fixed her eyes on Fan Chen, believing that she would not be untrustworthy, raised her right hand, and the white light flashed in her palm, and three shining, bean-sized bright lights shone up and down.

The thin sexy lips opened slightly, she sighed softly, and three shining beads flew towards Fan Chen, Fan Chen's right palm opened, and when she held it, the three beads were included in her palm, and when she opened her palm again, the three beads disappeared without a trace.