Anyway, now Feng Yi has a companion, although this companion has a huge guess, but it is destined that Feng Yi will not be lonely along the way. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Because of the abundant time, Feng Yi did not use all his strength, so the speed was not fast, but even so, Leng Qiuyun was very difficult to follow, shouting from time to time to stop and rest.

In this way, the two walked all the way, and when the night fell, the two walked about 100 miles. However, these 100 miles are all mountain roads, and in the eyes of ordinary people, they are already very remarkable.

The night in the mountains is a little cool, Leng Qiuyun's cultivation has not yet reached the realm of cold and heat, the cold mountain night wind blows on the body, Leng Qiuyun can't stand the cold, his body keeps shivering, and his face looks a little pale. Even leaning close to the campfire doesn't do much use.

Seeing this, Feng Yi took off his coat and draped it on Leng Qiuyun's body.

Leng Qiuyun's body suddenly warmed, and the comfortable feeling was too beautiful to describe with pen and ink.

Leng Qiuyun looked at Feng Yi with full gratitude, but found that Feng Yi was wearing a thin shirt, his eyes were far away, he didn't know what he was thinking, and he stared blankly at the burning bonfire.

The cold mountain wind blew on his body, and the shirt was tightly attached to his body, and even Leng Qiuyun felt a chill from it, but Feng Yi seemed to be unconscious.

When a person only thinks about others in his heart, but does not care about himself, he can move people the most. Before this, Feng Yi had also moved Leng Qiuyun, it was because of the dazzling light on his body and the personal charm of a strong man, but at this time, in this dense mountain forest, surrounded by mountains, it was Feng Yi's kindness that moved Leng Qiuyun.

Leng Qiuyun tightly wrapped the Fengyi coat on his body, and more warmth drove away the cold.

"Feng Yi, what are you thinking?" The night was getting a little deeper, but Leng Qiuyun didn't feel sleepy at all.

Feng Yi let out a long sigh, woke up from his memories, and muttered: "Why is heaven and earth eternal, thousands of years like a day, but we are ......changing all the time?"

Leng Qiuyun was stunned for a moment, and said lightly: "Maybe it's because humans have feelings, right?" ”

"Feelings? Hehe...... yes, I'm afraid feelings are the most fickle thing in the world......"

"Is it because of Yun Yanran that you think so?" Leng Qiuyun didn't know why, seeing Feng Yi like this, he couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart, and asked with a sigh.

Feng Yi didn't want to say more, stood up and said, "I'll go get some food and come back, you stay here, guard the fire, don't go anywhere!" There are many beasts in this mountain, we must be careful everywhere! ”

"If you go and find something to eat, I'll give you my clothes. It's cold in the mountains! ”

Leng Qiuyun was about to return the coat to Feng Yi, but as soon as she took it off, a cold wind blew, and Leng Qiuyun shivered a few times, and suddenly found that it had only been a moment of work, and the mountain wind had become colder.

Seeing Leng Qiuyun's shivering appearance, Feng Yi chuckled a few times and said, "It's better for you to keep it, I don't need it!" ”

With a tap on his toes, he disappeared into the darkness in an instant.

After Feng Yi was gone, Leng Qiuyun's heart suddenly felt extremely unsteady, as if she had been abandoned, helpless, and a deep fear surged inexplicably in her heart.

I couldn't help but look around, but I noticed that the night around me seemed to be deeper, and the darkness became thicker. Leng Qiuyun closed his eyes in some pain, and silently prayed in his heart that Feng Yi would return soon.

Before this, Leng Qiuyun had always thought of herself as a strong woman, but since she met Feng Yi today, she suddenly found that she also had a weak side.

I don't know if it's because this is the real her, or because Feng Yi always gives women a feeling of wanting to be protected by him. In short, after Feng Yi left, time seemed to have slowed down a lot and tormented a lot.

Just as Leng Qiuyun closed his eyes, eager for Feng Yi to come back earlier, he suddenly heard a sharp sound of breaking wind, and with Leng Qiuyun's cultivation, he suddenly heard that this was the sound of a master exerting light skills and rushing with all his might.

Leng Qiuyun's heart was overjoyed, and he hurriedly shouted loudly in the direction where the voice came from: "Feng Yi, Feng Yi!" ”

The sound of the breaking wind seemed to pause for a moment, then quickly changed direction and swept towards her.

Leng Qiuyun thought that it was Feng Yi who came back, and he was ecstatic in his heart, but it didn't take long for this ecstasy to disappear without a trace, and was replaced by a shock. I saw that the person standing in front of her was not Feng Yi at all, but a guy who was covered in a huge black cloak and looked a little ghostly.

"You...... Who are you? Leng Qiuyun stared at the black shadow and asked in a trembling voice.

......The black shadow suddenly let out a piercing ghost laugh, and there was a bit of a familiar ghost laugh when he heard it.

Leng Qiuyun's face changed drastically, and his body subconsciously took a few steps back, pointing at the black shadow and saying blankly, "You...... You are Nangong Shaojing, the son of the Netherworld!? ”

Hearing Leng Qiuyun reveal his identity, Nangong Shaojing slowly lifted the black cloak covering his head, revealing his original face.

Under the light of the moon, Nangong Shaojing's face was unusually pale, and that kind of white was sickly white, like a dead person. Compared to the pale face of his face, his lips are bright red, as if he is a vampire who has just drunk blood, the comparison between the two, the visual impact is terrifying, no wonder he is called the Netherworld, it really seems to be a soul from under the Nine Shadows.

Nangong Shaojing's voice is like a man rather than a man, like a woman rather than a woman, fluctuating, making people listen to it as if there are 10,000 ants crawling on their hearts, how awkward it is: "I didn't expect it to be really you!" 磔磔磔...... God is really kind to me! ”

Leng Qiuyun never dreamed of his shouting, and he didn't call Feng Yi back, but he attracted this evil star, frowned, and asked, "Why are you here?" ”

Nangong Shaojing smiled and said: "We are so fateful, we can meet in this wilderness, it seems that it is time for me to let my father go to your Qingyun Gate to propose, hehe......"

"Nangong Shaojing! You dare to tease this girl, look for death! ”

Leng Qiuyun couldn't help but let out a coquettish sound, his slender figure floated up, and Qingyun Jue was activated instantly, and he slapped more than ten palms at Nangong Shaojing in a row.

Nangong Shaojing's body was like a ghost, floating in the air, as light as a feather, with an eerie laugh, effortlessly letting Leng Qiuyun's dozen palms fall short.

Nangong Shaojing's performance surprised Leng Qiuyun, because Qingyunmen and Netherworld Sect are in Fuzhou, and the two factions will inevitably have some intersection, Leng Qiuyun and Nangong Shaojing can be said to have grown up together.

Nangong Shaojing looked stupid when he was young, otherwise Leng Qiuyun would not have said that he was mentally retarded. The body is also weak, he looks like he is going to die all day long, and his martial arts are not as good as Leng Qiuyun, who is extremely talented, so Leng Qiuyun didn't take him seriously at all.

But what she didn't expect was that after not seeing her for a few years, Nangong Shaojing had undergone earth-shaking changes, looking at the graceful dexterity of his dodge just now, Leng Qiuyun concluded that his cultivation at this time was not under her.

"磔磔磔...... Sister Qiuyun! In the past few years, your martial arts have not improved. Nangong Shaojing dodged Leng Qiuyun's attack and said with a sneer.

Leng Qiuyun's brows furrowed, and he shouted angrily: "Who is your sister!" Look at how powerful my eight-tone soul dementor is! ”

After drinking, Leng Qiuyun suddenly opened his mouth and let out an extremely sharp whistle, which was like an electric drill, with an incomparably powerful drilling penetration, which could easily pass through the body protection qi and reach the five internal organs of the person.

Seeing that Leng Qiuyun used eight tones to deter the soul, Nangong Shaojing didn't dare to slack off, he roared coldly, his body rose from the ground, his palms slashed out indiscriminately, and the majestic and soft palm power blasted out one big pit after another on the ground, stirring up a piece of smoke and dust, which gradually covered Leng Qiuyun's sight.

Leng Qiuyun wasn't sure if Nangong Shaojing had escaped under the cover of this smoke and dust, so he slowly stopped.

However, as soon as she stopped, she suddenly found that the smoke and dust in front of her seemed to have been split by life, rolling and flashing to both sides, slowly revealing Nangong Shaojing's face that people can't forget when they see it.

Nangong Shaojing's body suddenly launched, shooting at her like a sharp arrow, and before Leng Qiuyun could recover from the shock, Nangong Shaojing's cold big hand choked her throat, and forced her to her mouth with a terrifying soul.

Leng Qiuyun was furious in his heart, his right palm slashed towards Nangong Shaojing like thunder, Nangong Shaojing sneered, and his left palm swung out like a ghost, and he grabbed Leng Qiuyun's veins with great accuracy, and pinched it hard, Leng Qiuyun suddenly felt paralyzed all over his body, and his body suddenly lost half of his strength, so he could only obediently let Nangong Shaojing be at the mercy of him.

Controlling Leng Qiuyun, Nangong Shaojing laughed out loud arrogantly, and said coldly: "Sister Qiuyun, I didn't expect you to fall into my hands one day, right?" ”

Leng Qiuyun's heart was full of remorse at this time, regretting that he had listened to Mrs. Condensation's admonition, but he didn't take it to heart, so that today he was careless and fell into the clutches of the devil.

But then again, Nangong Shaojing's martial arts have indeed improved a lot compared to before, and now Leng Qiuyun finally understands why Mrs. Condensation said that she wants to be impressed by him.

"Let go of me, you bastard!" Leng Qiuyun struggled violently.

Nangong Shaojing's hand that grabbed Leng Qiuyun's throat increased a little strength, and said coldly: "Sister Qiuyun, I advise you to calm down." If I'm not careful, the strength in my hand is too human, and I choke your pink and slender neck, then I'll be so sorry for you! Hey hey ......"

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