An Yang rested in the palace for three days, and the cold subsided slightly.

For the children who came out of the Liu family, a family of immortal cultivators, this kind of repair speed can only be described as bad.

But the head of the Liu family loves Liu Xinyue's mother alone, and ignores the warbler Yanyan who was sent to the door, spoiling the only child lawlessly.

Fortunately, the family of cultivating immortals has always paid attention to blood, and most of the relatives and children of the Liu family are from famous families. This genuine lady is unimpeded, as long as it is not too excessive, most people choose to turn a blind eye.

[Anyang: So, if you don't take advantage of such good conditions, you have to hang yourself from a tree in Ji Yanshu. 】

Using the time to recuperate and familiarize himself with the plot, An Yang sighed helplessly, [Love really makes people blind. 】

[System: What should I do, what should I do, it's been three days, and Ji Yanshu doesn't show up......]

[Anyang: Tong'er, do you know what you look like now? 】

[System: ??? 】

[Anyang: A deep resentful woman who waits for others to give alms. 】

[System: ......] Suddenly I don't want to talk.

The system's worries were interrupted by the sudden appearance of the guards that night.

"The sect leader has an order, please come over."

There are not too many words, let alone any reason, whether to see or not to see is all in Ji Yanshu's sentence.

Glancing at the white clothes in the wardrobe, An Yang frowned and picked one at random, followed the guards and walked towards the Red Flame Palace, the most revered temple of the Demon Sect.

The black-gold nine-turn corridor, occasionally inlaid with garnets, is like blood spilled on it, revealing a palpitating blood red.

The whole Demon Sect gives people the feeling of being oppressive and treacherous, and only the palace where Anyang lives, Luoyun Pavilion, is unique and has become the only bright color here.

After arriving at the door, the attendants of the surrounding guards all tacitly retreated.

A heavy "squeak" sound came from the quaint and old door, which was pushed open by Anyang with great effort, revealing the gloomy space inside.

Stepping into the temple where she couldn't see her fingers, a cool breeze brushed her ankles, and the open door closed again in an instant.

"It seems that the leg is better."

A deep voice echoed from afar, and you didn't have to listen carefully to feel the anger hidden inside.

An Yang didn't answer, tensed his body and lowered his arms back, and walked into the depths step by step with an elegant posture.

"Click, click......"

As she went, the twin floor lamps on both sides began to light up strangely with red fires.

The light of the fire shrouded in the glass cover refracted a faint light and sprinkled on her smooth clothes, as if the whiteness was attached to the fireworks of the world.

Walking to the place where she usually stopped, she slowly raised her head, and her black pearl-like eyes met a pair of deep red pupils.

Ji Yanshu sat lazily on the throne of the high platform, his index finger rubbing his cheeks like carvings, and his reclining body let the dark golden fire-patterned robe flow down, covering Chiguo's ankles. The neckline is half-open on the chest, revealing a healthy tan skin inside.

pursed his thin lips slightly, with a faint coercive gaze, and admired An Yang standing below inch by inch.

I don't know how long it took, with a sigh of relief, Ji Yanshu let out a voice similar to a sigh, "Come up." ”

Facing Ji Yanshu, Liu Xinyue always had a resigned expression.

Walking slowly to the front of the throne, Ji Yanshu's fingers casually touched the tassel on her waist, and there was imperceptible contempt in his lowered eyes, "I have something important to go out recently, wait for me to come back." ”