With him, who dares to touch a single hair of Phoenix Feather, he will make their family never be able to live forever!

Huang Yu is a god, but he is not.

But since Huang Yu wants to play with them, then he will also accompany them to the end.

The conversation upstairs came to an end, and the sound of two light and one heavy sticks hitting the ground sounded.

Squeak –

The door opened and closed, and the man's footsteps sounded overhead, swirling softer and farther away, disappearing at an incredible speed.

She pricked up her ears and listened carefully, wondering where the footsteps had gone, but she didn't hear them.

One thing is certain, though, the staircase is not straight, but spirals like a labyrinth.

The short distance from the first floor to the second floor makes the staircase so complicated that there is only one reason to explain it.

That is, there is more than one person who can go up the stairs, and the stairs can be ascended by multiple rooms.

Ming Qi suddenly remembered the old woman's eyes, which seemed to be cloudy, but they were secretly shrewd.

Could it be her? Who is she with?

The man in his arms whispered "um", moved his fingers, and turned around.

She slept dishonestly, turned around and turned her head again, turned her back to Shen Qi, and then was picked up by a pair of gentle hands and put back into her arms.

Huang Yu frowned impatiently, not quite satisfied with this position, but quickly fell asleep again.

"You can't run away, and don't even think about turning your back to me when you sleep." Mingqi got what she wanted, smiling at the corners of her lips, tugging at her ruddy face and twisting a strand of her satin-like hair.

Huang Yu heard it, and muttered indistinctly, and Ming Qi only heard two words when he got closer,

“…… Go away"

That look, like a little milk cat sleeping with teeth and claws, sleeping uncomfortably in the owner's arms and kicking his feet, no matter how sharp the little claws are, it is just a fleshy milk murderer, and there is no lethality at all.

It's cold and cute, but I don't know it yet.

Ying Qi was overjoyed, he leaned over slightly, took a sip on Huang Yu's forehead and cheeks, and an impulse was inexplicable, he couldn't wait to bring her back to the underworld immediately, hide her in the Underworld Palace, her beauty can only be seen by him.

For a moment, Shen Qi almost couldn't control himself from taking her into his arms and protecting her under his wings, but he also knew very well that anyone could, but he couldn't.

He gently bit the tip of his tongue, his mouth filled with a sour taste, and he sighed softly in his heart.

In the past, he had a phoenix feather, and he had obviously done it, but he didn't cherish it, so now he has returned to the way strangers get along, and he looks at it less.

There hasn't been a day in these years that he hasn't regretted it, and there hasn't been a day that he hasn't regretted.

The more I lived, the more I went back.

That's it, I'll talk about it later, he doesn't want to think about it too long-term now, and he doesn't have any lofty ambitions. What he wants now is just his wife and children by his side, a hot meal when he goes home, someone to add clothes when he is cold, someone to accompany him when he is tired, and the life of ordinary people.

There is only one phoenix feather who can give him these, and he doesn't want anything else.

The winter nights were dark and long, and the northwest wind whistled through the bare treetops, making only the big poplars in the yard shiver in the cold wind.

Click-

The overwhelmed branches were blown off, and the wind struck the barrier in front of the door, and were easily bounced back and landed in the courtyard without making a sound.

There was another click, something was broken, and panicked footsteps and conversations could be heard in the courtyard.

"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up the spirit flag!" The old man's hoarse voice said anxiously, and the three-inch golden lotus stomped on the ground and made a thumping sound.

"What can I do about this, what can I do about this, what kind of wind is this, is it difficult to ......"

Ming Qi felt the three-inch golden lotus look over here.

Soon, the three-inch golden lotus confirmed his feelings.

Her hands trembled and touched the wooden door where the two of them were, and groped for a moment on the door, her long nails squeaking against the wood.

Ming Qi was not worried about what the three-inch golden lotus would find, he only cared about whether the phoenix feather in his arms would be woken up.

The human state of Huang Yu couldn't see or hear the people of the three-inch golden lotus, but now that Huang Yu had recovered his divine body, he couldn't escape the senses of the gods at all.

Ming Qi raised his hand and gently covered Huang Yu's ears, a small shroud in the palm of his hand, the mutton fat jade-like ears were sensitive to a faint red, and Ming Qi only felt more itchy in his heart.

"It's not here, it's not here, where would it be......" The three-inch golden lotus muttered like a ghost at the door.

If it were someone else, the third watch would have fainted with fright when he heard someone outside the door touching his door and talking.

"It's so cold, it's so cold, where the hell is it, how can it be so cold, who's messing with ghosts, who's messing with ghosts!" The three-inch golden lotus clutched a handful of wooden doors, and the sharp grinding sound of her nails made people want to curse.

Ming Qi saw Huang Yu's slightly trembling eyelashes, and wanted to scold even more.

Fortunately, the three-inch golden lotus walked away after touching the door of the room.

"If you can't fix it, you can't fix it, you have to hurry, the snow in the world is coming, and if you can't repair it, you have to die!" They all have to die! The palm of the three-inch golden lotus slapped the coffin and made a thumping sound, the voice was vain and sharp, and the crow's voice was better than hers.

It turned out that the thing was called the Soul Summoner, and it turned out that they all had to die if the Soul Summoner was gone.

What a big discovery.

Stygian smiled inwardly.

But the strange thing is that these people don't belong to the yang world, the conjuring spirit is their thing, and they don't belong to the yang world, how can they be broken by the wind of the yang world?

No, it wasn't blown by the wind.

Someone deliberately caught the wind and broke the conjuring pan!

The man wanted to destroy the ritual in the coffin!

According to the information now known, the coffin was made by the old man and the old woman in order to send away the daughter who was ghosted.

So there was no reason for them to quietly destroy the coffin in the middle of the night.

At the same time, Shen Qi didn't see anything from the underworld on them, so they probably had nothing to do with these things that weren't human outside.

It's just possible, because the yin energy on the powerful yin soul can be hidden, just like the yin qi can hide the yin qi.

The yin qi that was not seen in the old man and the old woman was seen in Cuicui.

To be exact, in Cuicui's belly, there is a cloud of yin qi that can't see what it is.

And the last thing to see the coffin in this room is Cuicui.

So it can be inferred that Cuicui destroyed the conjuring pan on the coffin.

This result shocked Mingqi.

He was very confident in the drug that Aunt Zi gave him, and now Cuicui had no ability to wake up and command anyone to do these things!

Things get confusing.

It was only noisy outside for a while, and suddenly someone shouted: "It's snowing!" ”

After that, there was no movement.

Snow is a symbol of white and flawless, it can wash away the filth of the underworld, and it is not very lethal, but it can also toss the imp half to death.

The noise of the middle of the night finally ended, and Ming Qi let go of the hand covering his ears and rubbed his eyes tiredly.

Probably because the dark qi was suppressed and couldn't protect his body, he felt extremely tired now, the bloodshot on his eyelids bulged out, and his eyes were uncomfortable.

It's been the middle of the night, so it's probably fine.

The night here is surprisingly quiet, there is no bright lights in the capital at night, there is no sleepless singing and dancing in the Fengyue Tower, everything is so quiet, quiet and drowsy.

Can't bear the exhaustion, in the soft sound of falling snow, Ming Qi gently fell asleep with the phoenix feather, even if he fell asleep, it was a protective gesture, like an old hen protecting a chick.

The gentle little snowflakes fall slowly, very clear and very thorough. Gradually, the small snowflakes became bigger and thicker, and as the wind blew more and more violently, they slapped densely on the wooden door, staying on it like weaving a white net, covering the two sleeping people with a layer of cool dreams.

At least for the Dark Ki, it's cool.

The people of the underworld are also human beings, but they are just a group of people with special abilities. They are also like the people of the world, with warm blood flowing from them.

But Ming Qi has been sick since he was a child, and his body remains cold all year round, no different from ice cubes, and after sleeping for a long time, he feels that the whole person feels like falling into an ice hole, shrinking and getting colder, and his blood is almost frozen by the cold outside, and the cold is about to stop flowing.

There is only a layer of wood separating the room from the outside world, the temperature in the room is too low, and with such an ice cube as Ming Qi beside him, Huang Yu unconsciously drilled into the "thing" that he could rely on, and the distance between the two was only a few layers of fabric.

A light and pleasant smell of lotus belonging to the warm summer spreads on the tip of the nose, as if it has been condensed and fixed by the cold air, leaving only a light fragrance.

She liked the fragrance very much, and kept moving closer to the fragrance, but she was so cold that she shivered in her dreams, and a small movement woke up Mingqi.

Ming Qi opened his eyes and saw that the space under his arm was mostly empty, and the tip of Huang Yu's nose and ears were frozen red, and he was obediently shrunk in his arms like a little rabbit, and he was about to arch him under the bed, and he unconsciously drilled into his arms.

"Cold ......"

Huang Yu frowned and muttered.

The smell of cold in the snowy air is cold, and every breath of air inhaled is like pouring a mouthful of ice water into the nose, and the cold hurts, and the nose is about to freeze.

But she didn't want to open her eyes, she thought, it wouldn't be cold if she fell asleep.

Shen Qi gently opened her robe to wrap her cold and trembling body, put her hand into her clothes, tucked the corners of her clothes, and stretched out her arms to hug her tighter.

But Huang Yu was very unappreciative and sneezed two big sneezes.

She was still cold, and her cold lips were blue.

Ming Qi hurriedly unbuttoned his clothes, revealing his strong chest, hugged Huang Yu in, pressed his little head into his arms, and said in a very gentle voice, "It's okay, it's okay, it's not cold soon." ”

He didn't realize that his body temperature was different from that of others.

Soon, Huang Yu's whole body trembled coldly, and even his teeth trembled slightly, and Ming Qi panicked.

He touched Huang Yu's forehead, the tentacles were warm, and they weren't hot.

"Why is it so cold," he said, touching his forehead with his hand again, and suddenly discovered the reason.

Cool and lukewarm are two different concepts entirely.

Ming Qi hurriedly rolled out of bed, leaving all the clothes on his body to Huang Yu, leaving only a thin single coat.

The moving large ice block finally left, and Phoenix Yu's frowning brow gradually loosened.