In the bitter abyss, time has long lost its role, and the coarse rice of morning, noon and evening has become the most obvious measure. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info only the light remains, the white pearl of the night in the cell.

When I reached out, there was a chill in the air.

Ji Qing sat on the wooden bed, leaning against the wall. Cheng Yu sat on the other side. On the table were two porcelain bowls with blue edges on a white background, and the two of them had finished lunch not long ago.

Obviously, for the monks, these were not enough. They prefer to eat spiritual rice with spiritual powers, or dishes made from the meat of spirit animals.

But here, you can't eat it.

The two touched their stomachs in unison, and when they looked up, they saw the helpless and bitter eyes of their roommates.

"Van Mi is really not hungry." Cheng Yu sighed.

Jian Xiu's body is strong and his appetite is strong. Just a female sword cultivator like Ji Qing would have to frighten a group of mortals with a lot of food. Not to mention Cheng Yu. To use a rough analogy, a man with a lot of strength eats a lot more than a man with little strength.

The bitter abyss has really become a veritable lack of food and clothing.

Ji Qingdao said: "You can also choose not to eat it."

Cheng Yuqing said with a blushing face: "You can only talk about cool words, no matter how bitter you are before, you have never been hungry."

"You're in luck." Ji Qing chuckled, his delicate face revealing a less obvious sadness.

During the time when they were in the Ji family, their mother and daughter needed to go hunting in the mountains every other day to fill their stomachs.

What a wow!

The chill was shrouded, and in the confusion, Ji Qing's dark green pupils reflected his mother's sad face.

It was so cold at that time, but there was warmth under the lights of thousands of homes.

Ji Qing is four years old, which is still the age of playing. She wore a pink skirt and a white fox fur. The immature and delicate little face is particularly beautiful.

"Qing'er, it's cold outside, get warm inside."

The gentle sound of water slid into the girl's ears and turned into a trace of tenderness.

"Mother," the girl opened her mouth and turned to throw herself into her mother's arms: "Mother, Qing'er wants to eat the osmanthus cake made by her mother." ”

The girl rubbed against her mother, her little face flushed. The dark green eyes are moist, lining the innocence and agility of the girl who does not know everything.

The mother stretched out her finger against the girl's forehead and scolded with a smile: "Silly Qing'er, where did the osmanthus come from at such a season?" ”

The girl lowered the corners of her mouth and shook her mother's arm back and forth, her voice soft and glutinous.

"No, Qing'er doesn't follow." The girl pouted: "My mother is obviously very powerful." Qing'er also saw an uncle suddenly appear in her mother's room before. ”

The mother covered the girl's mouth violently and looked at the girl in a panic.

The same dark green eyes, the girl in the mother's eyes, the immature little face has a surprised expression, the eyes blink and look, and the look is confused.

"Mother?"

"Qing'er, remember, you can't say these words to others."

The girl nodded as if she didn't understand, and whatever her mother said was what it was! Her mother is the best for her, and her father is not good for her mother.

The slender hands wrapped in the blue light of the water gently held the girl's lotus-like hand. Warmth swam all over the girl's body, and the girl chuckled softly, her sparkling eyes looking up at her mother.

The mother's legs were slightly bent, and her bare hands led the girl's hand, which fell next to her ear.

"Qing'er, is it still cold?"

The mother tightened the fox fur on the girl's body, and her eyes were gentle.

The girl rubbed her mother and said, "It's not cold, it's warm." ”

The dim halo fell, hid in the cold snow, and mischievously popped up again, seeping into the fair skin of the mother and daughter.

"How do you blow the wind outside?"

The man's voice came, majestic and intimate.

A pair of black moire boots entered the girl's field of vision. And then there was the handsome face of the man.

"Daddy." The girl shouted in a cheerful voice, almost jumping, and ran into the man's arms.

The man touched the girl's long, soft hair. A gentle face turned to the girl's mother: "Go in quickly, don't freeze." ”

The mother smiled lightly, and her smile was like a flower blooming in early March. She patted the top of the girl's hair, took the man's strong left hand, and entered the house.

The room was warm and cold, and the girl was placed on the bed by her mother, who stretched comfortably. Her immature body was slightly sleepy, and she rubbed her eyes, looking confused.

"Sleep." The mother's gentle voice sounded in her ears, and the soft hands caressed the girl's small back for a while.

The girl's eyes blinked sleepily, and the last reflection in her dark green eyes was the gentle corners of her mother's mouth and her father's reassuring smile.

The night was long, but it was short.

"What are you thinking?" The man's voice came, and the force fell on Ji Qing's shoulder.

Ji Qing came back to his senses.

The mouth unconsciously opened and closed: "What? ”

When the words fell, she reacted very quickly and said, "It's too bitter here, thinking about the sweetness of the past." ”

Cheng Yu leaned against the wall and said, "There must be a lot of delicious food in this way, but I'm so hungry." ”

He raised a smile and looked away.

Ji Qing was also smiling, but the smile was not as good as his eyes. The best food in the world is my mother's osmanthus cake. The most beautiful smile is the soft appearance of her mother who coaxes her to sleep.

"It's delicious." Ji Qing replied.

"You'll let me try it next time."

Ji Qing snorted coldly: "Delusional! ”

Cheng Yu mocked: "Such stingy, it's in vain that I helped you so much before." ”

When Ji Qing heard this, his face instantly darkened. She raised her voice and said to Cheng Yu: "If you mention it again, I will throw you out." ”

"You have to be able to throw it too."

When they said this, both of them lost interest, and there was a slight trepidation in their hearts.

There have been two days in this abyss, and they have not been arraigned again, if it were not for the sect master's plan, it would really be a waste of their roots.

Although for Ji Qing, the cold of the bitter abyss could not hurt Ji Qing in the slightest, and even faintly benefited her greatly. But it can't stand the suspicion of others.

The time is short, and he can still hide a thing or two with the Ice Spirit Root. If the time is too long, if she is unscathed, any Sword Sect disciple can find her abnormality.

And this bone-chilling cold, but Yu Chengyu is harmful. His superb bones, if he stays for a few more days, I'm afraid he will be ruined.

Both of them hope to get out of the abyss as soon as possible.

The food delivery came again, and both of them were extremely fast, taking their respective meals. The two were already hungry, so they picked up the wooden chopsticks and began to pick up the food.

This time, the meal was much better than usual, and even the rice was replaced with polished rice, which was not as good as Lingmi, but it was much better than the rough rice before.

I always feel a little weird!

Cheng Yu said: "This is not like a severed head meal in the world." ”

Before Ji Qing could speak, the door of the cell opened. A man with an unfamiliar face and wearing an inner disciple's uniform came in, followed by three inner disciples.

The disciples put handcuffs on them that imprisoned their spiritual powers.

In a deep voice, he said, "Follow me to Shaking Stone Peak to participate in the triage." ”