The woman who crawled away from Haotian Sect that day dangled in front of his eyes.

She left devastated in exchange for his uneasiness.

But he quickly calmed himself down, and said in a hoarse voice, "And how is your mother doing now?" ”

"It's okay, I'm just waiting for the life-saving medicine." Ye Zhimad looked back at the ice lake with a thick layer of ice, and his eyes darkened.

The wind blew wildly through her hair, making her fair little face red.

Murong Fu stood up, untied the thick blue cloak on his body, and gently draped it over the woman's body.

Ye Zhimad's body trembled, and he looked back at Murong Fu, and for a moment, he was speechless.

"You should wear more clothes when you come out, Los Angeles is no worse than in Dongcheng, and the environment here is worse than your hometown."

"Thank you." But she still took off his cloak and said, "Cultivators are not as fragile as ordinary people, this wind is just right, you better wear it back, so as not to get cold." ”

"Phew!" Murong Fu didn't take the cloak she handed over: "You see, the cold is incoherent when he speaks." ”

One will say that the cultivator is not so fragile, and the other will say that he will not be cold.

Who is vulnerable?

Ye Zhimad's hand holding the cloak stiffened for a long time, bit his lip, and then stood up, stepped on the stone slab they were sitting on, reached out with both hands, and threw the cloak behind Murong Fu, swinging in the air, and half of her soft body leaned towards him.

The unique aura on his body lingered between his snorts, which was intoxicating.

She put his cloak back on top of him, and tied the two strings around the cloak for him.

It was a bit clumsy because she hadn't done it before, and she didn't want to wear another man's clothes in front of another stinky man.

It's quite embarrassing to say, he didn't take it back after she carried it for a long time, she could only help him put it on, if he dared to take it off and throw it on her, she would definitely throw it into the ice lake.

"Alright." Ye Zhimad's face was completely devoid of the shy expression of a woman wearing a man's cloak.

I just think this kind of thing is ordinary.

But it made the man who was bright and dark itch in his heart.

One is because of envy, jealousy, and hatred.

The other was because of the joy of putting on a hanging robe for him with her own hands.

She jumped off the slate and said, "It's too late, I'll go back first." ”

Just as she was about to turn around and leave, Murong Fu suddenly reached out and grabbed her little hand.

She gasped, quickly withdrew her little hand from his big palm, turned around, faced him, and took several steps back.

"Is there anything else?" She asked.

"To go to the Immortal Yuan Continent, in the absence of Heavenly Dao, you need a teleportation space." He said calmly, "Do you have it?" ”

She smiled wryly, turned her face away, and said, "Looking for it." ”

"You...... Look for? Murong Fu felt pity: "Are you okay?" ”

When he said that, it hit her heart deeply.

Can you?

If there is no Mo Junxie, you can't do it alone.

She turned her face and looked at Murong Fu in a daze, but she didn't know what to say for a long time.

Murong Fu chuckled: "Okay, let's go back, don't think about it." ”

She nodded, turned and walked briskly out of the pavilion.

And he knows it.

*******

The ancestral hall of the Murong family.

The door was slowly opened, and a long figure slowly walked into the ancestral hall.