The purple-clothed young man known as Nirvana retracted his swaying legs, supported his small chin with his hands on his knees, changed his posture but his eyes remained the same, staring at Yun Qingyu, the corners of his mouth hooked a beautiful arc, and he still didn't say a word when he smiled.

"Hey-" sat up straight, knocked the cigarette pouch pot under the sole of his shoe, Yun Qingyu threw the cigarette pouch behind him, and said, "Ah Ci, go and use the tong bar to help me clear the tar in the cigarette pouch rod, and then soak a pot of rock wall big red robe!"

Counting that he has been by his side for more than a hundred years, Ah Ci knows that these orders are just some words that are inconvenient for some people to say in his presence, so after he answered "um", he took the cigarette bag and disappeared in front of the liao.

"Okay-" With his harmless smiling face, Yun Qingyu shook his folding fan and said, "I remember that the big red robe on the rock wall is your favorite tea!"

His appearance seemed to make the people of Takegami unhappy, Nirvana pursed his lips, sighed heavily, and said, "What's the matter, Yun Qingyu? Don't you really want to pretend to be deaf and dumb like this, and be a real old fool?"

With a "snap", Yun Qingyu's face sank.

"If you have found me, do you not prove that I am not what you said I was?"

When he said this, although his face was smiling, his face was gloomy, making the harmlessness of livestock look particularly gloomy.

With a bang, the green bamboo that had been bent before rebounded back to its original straight waist, and Nirvana disappeared from the bamboo, and instantly appeared on the edge of the bamboo couch.

"I'm afraid it's coming!" he said to Yun Qingyu in a deep voice.

"Hmm-" Nodding, Yun Qingyu replied softly.

In the past few days, Tian Qian's heart has been very uneasy, and he vaguely feels that something is going to happen again, all because of Mo Yifan's recent abnormal behavior.

Recently, Mo Yifan has changed from the taciturn in the past and has become more talkative, although each sentence is still no more than ten words, but the frequency is much higher, plus the day diving can only get out of bed and move, and someone must be responsible for three meals a day.

Day Qian really proposed to let Lin Anlie come and live for a few days, but Mo Yifan refused, saying that the sky was not allowed, and even after Lin Anlie sent food, he chose to "invite" everyone out.

In desperation, Tian Qian had to do whatever he liked, and as a result, Mo Yifan's fingers had to wrap white silk every day to continue cooking and cooking, but this person seemed to have no feelings, and the hand holding the knife did not tremble.

Sitting at the dining table, Tian Qian watched Mo Yifan think about it while sending food to his mouth, but he had no appetite at all.

So, putting the dishes and chopsticks in his hand on the table, he frowned.

After a long time, Mo Yifan suddenly noticed his strange behavior, blinked his eyes a few times in shock, and asked, "Why don't you eat, it's unappetizing today?"

Shaking his head slightly, Tian Qian slowly picked up the dishes and chopsticks, took two bites, and asked in an exploratory tone: "Mo Yifan, have you hidden something from me recently, or do you have something unspeakable?"

Obviously choked on the food in his mouth, Mo Yifan forcibly suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and the discomfort in his body, and still said coldly: "No!"

Sighing heavily, the day dive started to eat again, and didn't ask anymore, after all, although the contact time is not long, the two of them can be regarded as getting along day and night, and their understanding of each other is not small, if Mo Yifan doesn't want to say, even if he breaks his lips, it is useless, rather than asking about himself in the depths, it is better to remain silent like this, so as not to hurt his feelings.

In fact, Mo Yifan didn't want to tell the person in front of him everything on his mind, but he couldn't say it, not a word, otherwise what he tried to protect would inevitably sink into the abyss.

After eating dinner quietly, and quietly going back to the room to take a bath and go to bed, tonight the crescent moon is bent like a doll's squinted eyes, although narrow and strong as willow leaves, it is white and brilliant and beautiful.

He lay on the bed over and over again and turned over like a pancake, no matter how hard he closed his eyes, he didn't feel sleepy at all, and when he looked up in a haze, he found a figure flashing outside the door.

"Who?"

He sat up in a hurry, and was about to get out of bed to go out to check, only to feel that it was dark in front of him and fell forward

Hurriedly supporting his body and putting him back on the bed, Mo Yifan breathed a long sigh of relief, covered the quilt for him, and sat down gently on the edge of the bed.

"If you were stupid, I wouldn't need this sleeping technique!" With a bitter smile helplessly, he reached out and straightened the messy silver hair that had spread out during the day, and continued to say quietly, "That's it, let's sleep!"

After saying this, he put the note that was crumpled tightly in his hand and put it next to the pillow of the day dive, and then looked at the white face of the young man on the bed, and then resolutely turned around and stepped into the vast night.

The stiffness of his body is like falling into an ice cave, but Mo Yifan is still running fast, he doesn't dare to stop, and he doesn't know where he can escape, now he has only one thought, run as far as he can, run as far as he can, and as far away as he can from day diving, as long as he can protect him, he will crawl, and he will climb as far as he wants.

However, at this time, he didn't know that as early as he opened the door from the daylight sneaker's house, two figures as white as snow followed him.

"Hmph, I thought it was the bird of the Detective Immortal Palace who was joking with us!" one of the figures sneered, "I don't know, it's really here!"

“......”

The other figure didn't speak, just stared coldly at Mo Yifan's constantly running figure, his face was like frost.

"Isn't the night breeze a little heavy?"

Mo Yifan wiped a handful of cold sweat oozing from his forehead, and continued to run on the empty street with difficulty, the fear in his heart constantly devouring his spirit.

Suddenly, a white light flashed, and a white shadow blocked his way!

"It's been a long time, second son!"

His face sank, Mo Yifan restrained his figure that was rushing forward, raised his eyes to look at the person in front of him, and said faintly: "Qi Lei!"

The bewitching and good-looking man in front of him, dressed in plain white with a sword immortal, braided hair and dark red eyeliner, is named Qi Lei, and he is the deputy sect master of the Zhen Sect among the eight major sects of Xuanting.

I saw a slightly seductive smile on the corner of his mouth, and he suddenly pulled out the soul separation sword on his waist and stabbed straight at Mo Yifan.

There seemed to be a cool breeze blowing in his heart, Mo Yifan dragged his stiff body back a few steps in embarrassment, but he was still injured by the sword qi, and a touch of bright red quickly soaked out, and a particularly delicate flower was painted on the pure white of his chest.

Putting away the sword that was still stabbing forward, the smile on Qi Lei's face gradually disappeared, looking at Mo Yifan in front of him, he couldn't believe it, was this still the second son who had cultivated to the level of the sect master? If it weren't for the fact that he didn't use all his strength and retracted his momentum in time, I was afraid that this sword would kill him!

"What's the matter, Second Son?" Holding the Soul Separation Sword in his hand, Qi Lei squinted his eyes and said with a smile, "But after a few months of mortal dust, you have been sluggish to this point, is it too bad?"

Looking down at the more and more blood gushing out of himself, Mo Yifan was a little helpless, it should have hurt a lot, but he could only feel a slight numbness, and if it wasn't for the instinctive reaction of his body, he was afraid that with his current stiff state, he should have been dead (corpse) at this time.

Forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart that had been transformed by heartache, Qi Lei lifted the Soul Separation Sword in his hand, pointed the tip of the sword in front of Mo Yifan's face, and asked sharply: "If the second son still wants to go home, lead me to find the person who took your immortal root and immortal power!"

Looking at him coldly, Mo Yifan said indifferently with an expressionless face: "My loss of immortal power is also my personal behavior, and it is extraordinary-"

Swept the blade of the sword suddenly, Qi Lei interrupted him and said, "If you are not a mortal, how can the second son, who has always been cold-faced and ruthless, be so protective?"

frowned slightly, Mo Yifan was shocked to realize that he was speechless, swallowed his saliva and stood in place in a daze.

"I never thought that-" Qi Lei gritted the silver teeth in his mouth and said viciously, "After recognizing the ancestors and returning to the ancestors with the Mo family relics in my wandering soul, will he also be moved by mortals?"

"I-"

Mo Yifan wanted to explain, but he felt a powerful immortal force coming from behind, and the feeling of oppression penetrated into his internal organs from every sweat pore of his body, making his knees weak and almost kneeling on the ground before he could "plop".

"Sect Master!" Qi Lei's gaze crossed over Mo Yifan and fell on the person behind him, saying in an extremely respectful attitude.

However, these two words made Mo Yifan's whole body tremble.

"Have you forgotten your way home, Yifan!"

If Mo Yifan feels cold enough, then the person in front of him is like an iceberg, and even every trace of breath exhaled seems to be cold.

This person is Mo Yichen, the current sect master of the Zhen Sect among the eight major sects of Xuanting, and Mo Yifan is his biological brother.

Trembling and turning around stiffly, Mo Yifan was almost suffocated by the natural momentum, and he snorted for a long time before he struggled to spit out two words, "Brother-"

staring at him from top to bottom with heavy eyes, Mo Yichen didn't speak, he was clearly looking at his own brother, but there was no emotional fluctuation in his eyes, but there seemed to be a sea of rolling clouds in his dark brown eyes.

Although he didn't seem to see any movement, Qi Lei noticed that his sect master's fingers moved slightly, his heart tightened, and he quickly flashed between the two brothers, and attacked Mo Yifan with a sword.

Life and death are imminent, anyone will have an instinctive reaction, Mo Yifan was so shocked that he leaned back, flipped over two with difficulty, and fell heavily to the ground, his heart beating like a drum that couldn't stop beating.

Qi Lei's movements were expected by Mo Yichen, so he still didn't speak, but also took two steps back slightly, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows showed traces of watching a good show.