"Can you still stand up?" Bai Cang knew that she was probably no longer saved, but he was still a little unwilling to take her down the mountain for healing, the woman's whole face met his eyes but made him feel shocked, this woman looked beautiful and her eyes were extremely resolute, but she was somewhat similar to Qing Huan, but he had never seen this woman.

"Could it be that you are also a traverser?" The woman was afraid that she had lost consciousness by the thunder, but the moment she saw Bai Cang, she smiled in a trance, as if she saw his silver-haired and blue-eyed appearance was very special, and she said this sentence weakly.

"What traverser?" Bai Cang didn't understand the woman's words at all, her strange outfit, and the words she said in her mouth were even more unheard of than he had ever heard of, and even made him wonder if everything he encountered today was a dream.

"I'll give you this black box of energy...... It's me who is too stupid... The time is wrong...... I was so arrogant that I thought I could make it back, and I just hated this life and disappeared silently here...... Farewell to them...... the woman opened her mouth weakly again, her dark eyes were barely opened by the rain, but she revealed a lot of self-reproach and hatred, and pointed to the oval-colored box, and there was no more sound.

Bai Cang felt that the body of the woman in his arms was rapidly cooling, knowing that she was dead at this time, but there were still many doubts in his heart that had not been solved, why did this woman who was dressed very strangely not afraid of the sky and thunder, and why did she appear here, and what did she mean by the traverser?

"Although I don't know where you are sacred, I know that you are an immortal who died here, and I will often come to visit you in the future." In the end, Bai Cang still braved the majestic rain to bury her on this mountain, sighed and bowed, only said that if there is love in the sky, the sky is also old, but it is a pity that when the thunder falls and hits where it is never human, the woman with her own body mortal life to fight the day thunder, the end is also imaginable, and finally everything is restored to calm but, he still received the box that the woman handed over to him before death into his sleeve, and then turned into a white tiger and galloped down the mountain.

Qing Huan tossed and turned and couldn't sleep at all, and now it was almost the third watch, but the white tiger had not yet seen the whereabouts of the return, so she simply got out of bed and opened the simple window to see that it made her heart shocked, I don't know when it was already a majestic heavy rain pouring down, the heavy rain will hit all the wild flowers and weeds in the courtyard and bend the waist, Qing Huan's heart is more and more worried, although he is an immortal monarch with spells, but it is difficult to guarantee that he will not meet any treacherous people.

After thinking about it, she simply put on her coat, found a somewhat tattered oil-paper umbrella in the corner of the wall, stared at the pouring rain, pushed open the door, and went to the door, waiting for the figure of the immortal monarch to return.

"Ahh

"Bai Cang, come in!" Qing Huan ran over ecstatically, put the oil-paper umbrella in his hand on his head, and finally let go of the hanging heart.

"Why did you come out! It's raining so hard!" Bai Cang saw that she was wearing a single coat and thin pants, and her body was half wet, and she trembled and came to pick him up with an umbrella, and she didn't know how long she waited.

"Oh" Qing Huan looked at the white fairy clothes that the tiger wanted to come without any dust, but now it was muddy, and his whole body was soaked from head to toe, and he had some doubts in his heart, what did he encounter when he went out? Suffering a fierce roar that made him anxious and worried, he hurriedly accompanied the man into the house quickly.

"Squeak" As the door behind him was closed, Qing Huan took Bai Cang into a room that Fang Er arranged for him alone, and put away the oil-paper umbrella dripping with water droplets and stood in the corner.

"Take off your wet clothes, your body is not strong, and you will definitely get cold when it rains," as soon as the white tiger entered the door, he commanded Qing Huan to take off his soaked clothes in a stern and fierce tone.

"Oh, ahhhh

"Don't look" Seeing that the white tiger who was also soaked all over his body, a pair of blue tiger eyes stared at him viciously, but Qing Huan, who had taken off half of it, was a little shy, his face was flushed with shame, and he turned away, but signaled the tiger not to look.

"I don't look at it, you take it off quickly" The white tiger dropped a sentence and turned around to make a warm bed for her, for fear that if she didn't cover the quilt again, she would definitely catch the cold.

"You're also wet, don't you take it off?" Qing Huan looked at the man's wet back, but asked a little puzzled, just asked, but a violent sense of shame came to her heart, although they hadn't traveled for several days, but she wasn't so anxious.

"That's right" The cold Immortal Jun looked at his soaked clothes because he forgot to cast a spell, and his heart moved, but he stretched out his slender fingers without saying a word in the face of Qing Huan.

"Hey, don't ......" Qing Huan didn't have time to dodge, the man's slender fingers hooked slightly, and the soaked Suyu fairy clothes fell to the ground, and almost instantly Qing Huan blushed and intuitively appreciated the white tiger's broad shoulders and narrow hips, the axe-like strong waist, the slender and well-proportioned thighs, and the high-spirited and upright thing between the legs.

"Ah" almost exclaimed, Qing Huan turned around with his hands covering his face with his red face, "Why are you such a hooligan, you don't say a word when you take off your clothes" Qing Huan blushed shyly, but the picture she just saw kept returning to the room in her mind, and the strong breath on the female creature's body was like musk, but it made her heart beat like a beat.

"Hey, it's been an old husband and wife for so long, why are you still so cowardly, quickly fade your wet clothes, you're going to catch a cold" Bai Cang saw that she still had half of her wet clothes hanging on her body, and she was anxious for a while, but she simply strode over naked.

"You can't be shy, right" Approaching Qing Huan's red ears, a face was even crimson with blood, but it was really cute in Bai Cang's eyes, a long-lost lust hit his heart, and with bad intentions, he simply approached the person little by little, and hugged her tightly from behind.

"If you're shy, why don't you let your husband take it off for you?" the man's low, sensual voice rang in her ears, and the silver strands of hair hung down on her bare shoulders, causing her to shiver like an electric current all over her body.