After hearing this, Yun Ci didn't say a word, and the room fell silent.

He lowered his head and kicked the corpse wrapped in the straw mat, sighed, and said, "I used to see this beggar when I went to the town to drink, but I didn't expect him to have such an experience, it's really surprising." ”

When Yun Ci said these words, there was a strange look in his eyes, but Lang Hatian always turned his back to him and didn't notice it.

Lang hattian then stopped the bleeding after bandaging Meng Nanxun's wound, and looked at Meng Nanxun's cheek with an anxious expression, unable to take his eyes off it. The mutton fat white jade skin looked even more warm and lovely against the backdrop of blood, which made him a little stupid for a while.

"Don't worry, she didn't die so easily. ”

Lang hated Tian turned around and stared at Yun Ci when he heard this, but from the other party's face, all he saw was the kind of indifference to everything, and the cynicism that the sky fell and had nothing to do with him. Only those slightly godless eyes affirmed his answer countless times.

The snow outside the house didn't mean to get smaller, Lang hattian went out alone with the straw mat, chose a random direction in the snow, and walked like this. In the end, even Lang hated Tian himself and didn't know how far he had walked, he stopped.

"Just choose this place, just like you would expect a life that is plain and easy. ”

In a few moments, a mound of earth rose in front of me. The snow quickly covered it, and Lang couldn't find a stone to make a tombstone, so he had to make a piece of dead wood and hastily.

The weather was getting colder and colder, he was worried about the illness of the thundercloud warbler, and he didn't stay too long, turned around and walked towards Lei Gang Mountain, his white back looked so lonely in the snowflakes.

Inside the thatched hut, Yun Ci felt the wind coming in, so he stepped forward and closed the door tightly. In his mind, the last words that Lang Hatian said when he left were still echoing.

"Help me take care of her. ”

He rubbed his stiff palms, looked at the woman lying on the bed, and snorted softly in his nose.

Lang hattian hurried back to the small courtyard, Lei Yunying had already fallen asleep, and the maid told her that the latter's fever had subsided, Lang hated the genius so relieved that he didn't even take off his soaked clothes, moved a chair and sat in front of the door, staring at the sky outside, thinking about the days in his heart.

Outside the hospital, Youdao had been following his figure, temporarily giving up tailgating, and disappeared in a flash.

It's not been a few days since the assessment of the blue-clothed disciples。。。。。。

The heavy snow covered the mountain, and the top and bottom of Lei Gang Mountain were covered, and the disciples were all huddled in their houses at this time, guarding the fire to keep warm.

But there is one exception.

On the slope of the south of the mountain, in front of a lonely house, Bai Wangyu was practicing against the bitter cold. With the movement of his footsteps, the snow on the ground was raised, and gradually, a clearing formed under his feet.

White mist erupted from his mouth, and a bird behind him spread its wings and soared, adding to the cold weather.

In the house, Qu Shuxuan was sitting by the fire, holding the book of the Breath of the Wind that Lang hated for him, looking through it carefully, and from time to time he looked up at the young man who was struggling outside the window, and felt a sense of happiness in his heart.

Bai Wangyu was completely immersed in cultivation, his black hair dancing with the movements, and every time the bird formed by his soul flapped his wings, a large string of feathers spread out in all directions, as sharp as a knife blade, leaving only a smooth section like a mirror.

In this monotonous white, there was a touch of blue floating by, which was keenly perceived by Bai Wangyu.

All the feathers shot in that direction, and the end was just a splash of snow. Bai Wangyu frowned, and the afterglow under his eyes once again captured the blue corner of his clothes, which felt quite familiar for a moment, and then he followed without hesitation and disappeared into the woods.

The front of the house suddenly became quiet, Qu Shuxuan just lowered his head, and then heard the sound outside suddenly become chaotic, and hurriedly looked up, only to find that Bai Wangyu had disappeared.

She placed Breath of the Wind on the table beside her, and stood up and looked farther away, looking for some clues, when a thin figure suddenly appeared in front of the window.

The man had his back to her, his long hair tied up high at the back of his head, and he was dressed in blue, and he didn't make any movement other than that. Qu Shuxuan's heart became alert, and there was already a faint air flow under her feet, and in an instant, she quietly flashed a few steps away, and slammed open the door of the house.

But to his surprise, there was nothing in front of the window.

She stared blankly at the place where Bai Wangyu had just stood, where the bare ground had been gently covered with snow. She rubbed her forehead to sober herself up, then walked to the window and leaned down to see the marks on the ground. There are no footprints.

It seems that everything is her hallucination.

Except for the sound of the wind, it was surprisingly quiet.

In the hearth of the house, the flames trembled violently. A person appeared at the desk where Qu Shuxuan was sitting, and the white hand picked up the book of Breath of the Wind and quickly flipped through it. The wind pouring in from outside the door blew up a lock of hair on the sideburns, revealing the birthmark underneath.

His gaze fell on one of the pages, and a smug smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

The figure quietly departed, just as it came.

When Qu Shuxuan stood up again and looked inside the room with some confusion, everything was still the same.

Bai Wangyu had been chasing the man in blue, and before he knew it, he had swept far away. The figure of the other party appeared and disappeared from time to time, and whenever he thought he had lost it, he reappeared in the field of vision.

At the same time, after resting for a while in the small courtyard of Lei Yunying, Lang Hatian got up and went to Lei Yunling's former residence again. He wanted to see if there was anything in the secret room left by the other party that he hadn't discovered.

Along the way, the wind and snow seemed to be gradually getting smaller, but the snow was very deep along the way, and it was very difficult for Lang to walk in the sky. Therefore, he did not pay attention, and stared at his eyes in secret, not only a pair.

Danger is looming.

A long knife slashed out from behind the stone lamp beside him without warning, and headed head-on towards Lang Hate. The latter was shocked and hurriedly drew his sword to block, but he didn't expect another beam of white light to hit his side.

At the critical moment, Lang Hatian instinctively used all his strength, stepping out with three movements under his feet, and at the same time turning his wrist to block the slash of the long knife. All the movements were done in one go, and when the Yunling Sword in his hand hung down, he also saw the person coming clearly.

Nie Bin's face turned red, he held the long knife in his hand and gasped heavily, exuding murderous intent all over his body. Lang Hatian was not surprised, but what surprised him even more was another figure standing not far from him.

Bai Wangyu stood about a few feet away from Lang Hattian, and Bai Hong above his head retracted his wings. He opened his mouth half-open, very puzzled, the person in front of him just now was obviously the man in blue, why did he suddenly become Lang Hatian at this time!?