"Do you think I'll believe what you say?"

"Is it true or false, won't it be good for you to go back and ask Feng Yan" Cen Lingju's voice echoed in the valley,

"The women of your Feng family are better at acting than one another, and your sister also took you up the mountain to play, I think she wants to take the opportunity to push you down the mountain to avenge the revenge of the year."

"Shut up" Xiao Qi shouted sharply,

"I wouldn't do anything like that, and my sister wouldn't"

"Then you go and confront your sister" Cen Lingju's face was tightly pressed against the fence,

"Do you dare, do you have the guts" Xiao Qi took a step back slightly. She heard her own sudden rapid heartbeat and breathing, and a shrill string sound seemed to flood her head.

At this moment of being intimidated by the sudden past, she didn't even notice the turbulent waves in her heart, but felt a little stiffness in her limbs and a little helplessness in her movements.

Want to refute. But every word that floated through my head made everything even paler. Seeing that Xiao Qi wanted to speak and stopped, Cen Lingju felt the joy of being scared for a long time.

She laughed and watched Feng Wan flee to the sound of her laughter. In the second half of the night, it began to rain lightly in the sky.

Xiao Qi was lying alone in a room without lights, the windows of the house were not closed, and there was rain and mist invading from the window along the wind, which made her feel biting.

She hugged the quilt and closed her eyes tightly. Three thousand years old, jumped on the edge of the window and looked out, mainly looking at Wei Xingzhen's side.

The aura of this Wei Xingzhen who came back tonight was a little strange, although it couldn't tell what was strange.

It looked back at Feng Xiaoqi, who had suddenly wilted after returning to the house at night, and sighed a little irritably.

Michitose sat on the windowsill and scratched his neck with his hind feet raised. I don't know if it's the dreariness caused by the night rain or something else, but since the night of today, it has felt a strong uneasiness, and an indescribable sense of oppression has come from the depths of the mountains and forests.

This feeling made it inexplicably uncomfortable, and made it want to escape from here far In fact, looking down from the window of Tianji Palace, countless birds and beasts had already escaped from here tonight.

Most of them were creatures with a little shallow cultivation in the mountains and wilderness, so like themselves, they sensed the threat in advance.

This sense of oppression is subtly similar to the feeling of being caught by Feng Yan in the mountain temple not long ago, but this time it is even stronger.

It wasn't until this moment that Michitose was truly aware of a possibility. As soon as the thought of Feng Yan as the source of this sense of oppression emerged, it immediately exploded like a thunderclap in his mind.

It's Feng Yan, oh my God, is this Feng Yan's breath after being serious, the three thousand years old suddenly panicked, and every instinct in his body was warning it to run, but the little reason that remained reminded it that if it ran away and was caught back this time, what was waiting for it was probably not as simple as a verbal warning.

The little fox was like a puppy that felt the coming rain, jumping up and down in the house, completely unable to calm down.

From time to time, it looked into the depths of the mountains and forests, at the source of this sense of oppression. If this woman named Feng Yan and Wei Xingzhen let go of a fight, who would win Thinking of this, the three thousand years old endured panic and hugged his head.

How can there be such terrible human beings in the world

"Three thousand years old." Xiao Qi on the couch finally looked over to the little fox,

"Can't you sleep too?" Three thousand years old stuck out his tongue and gasped, it felt as if it was in a kind of danger of death, where did it still have the heart to listen to the little girl who couldn't sleep what was on her mind, but Xiao Qi hugged three thousand years old without saying a word.

The little fox's fur was oily and smooth, like a natural hand warmer, and Xiao Qi took it back to bed.

Three thousand years old suddenly realized at this time that Feng Xiaoqi was also trembling. It turned around a little strangely, slapped its claws on Xiao Qi's face, leaned in and sniffed what you were shaking, are you also a monster, would you be afraid that Feng Yan Xiao Qi would hold the three thousand year-old claws and turn it back over.

Three thousand years old curled up on his feet, not daring to move. Although it seems that Feng Xiaoqi is just an ordinary little girl, this family is too hidden.

Who knows if she is disobedient, this little girl will do something hurtful to the sky In the dark, Xiao Qi didn't speak for a long time, and her breathing choked with some restraint.

She recalled the scene when she first came here, the picture of her first acquaintance with Feng Yan, and the certain wariness and unwelcome that the Wei Mansion had shown to her during this time.

Everything seems to make sense. Xiao Qi covered his eyes a little sadly. But Sister She, Sister A, why did she never mention this matter On the observation platform at the highest point of the prayer altar, Feng Yan hung her feet in the air and sat sideways on the jade slab carved with flowing cloud patterns.

Beneath her feet was the depths of the abyss, and ahead was the jungle of the hinterland of the martyrs. The rain had already soaked her clothes, but she hummed a song softly in her mouth.

"If you go to the past, you are willing to go alone."

"Honest and frank, ghostly Zhenji." Her gaze, with a certain gentleness, fell once again on the jungle not far away, as if she did not mind the dampness and cold of this rainy night.

For Feng Yan, such nights are always hard to come by. Although the young banshee and the golden sand that she had seen in her aunt's vision had not yet appeared, she could already feel the difference between this place and the rest of the place.

The last time she confronted the pseudo-luan, she had discovered a fact: whenever these powerful demons appeared beside her, their strong presence could almost cleanse the breath of all other creatures in the mountains.

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The breath of "people". So between heaven and earth, there is a clear one. Before meeting Wei Xingzhen, nothing could be more precious than such a moment Every time at this moment, Feng Yan would give birth to a wonderful hallucination, as if the world was vast, and there was no place that could not be visited.

Wherever the wind can blow, she can get there. This illusion, even though it will dissipate with the death of the monster, between the strong demonic aura and killing intent, she did feel a brief and indescribable freedom.

The rain gradually stopped at dawn. On the second day, the mountain of Daizong was overcast. Feng Yan learned the posture that Wei Xingzhen had done before, swooping and jumping in the mountains and forests, startling clumps of flying birds.

At dusk, she hovered in the air overlooking the sunset in the sea of clouds, and if the monster summoned by the martyrs could be a little stronger, she might be able to fly even higher.

Feng Yan, who was immersed in demonic energy, neither felt hungry nor tired. In the middle of a deserted mountain stream, she played alone all day.