It wasn't until the sky was slightly white that Ji Yanshu reluctantly withdrew his gaze.

The finger finally touched An Yang's eyebrows, and the raised lip flap let out a soft sound of unknown meaning.

When Anyang really woke up, the wind and snow outside had stopped.

The main altar of the Demon Sect built in the valley is rarely so bright. The half-meter-high snow changed the appearance of all the pavilions and pavilions, and Anyang stepped on the "creaking" snow under his feet, and couldn't help laughing, "I haven't been home for half a year." ”

This stall was the time when the rare medicinal herbs in the Far North were born, and Ji Yanshu would stay outside for three months. She is not Liu Xinyue, she will guard a lonely world for someone she doesn't love.

When he was packing his luggage, An Yang found that there were really few things about Liu Xinyue's memories in Luoyun Pavilion.

Without taking a change of clothes, Anyang took Liu Xinyue's portable sword, the Bixia Sword, and left the Demon Sect generously.

With Ji Yanshu covered, the Demon Sect was even more afraid to avoid her domineering temperament, so no one dared to suspect that she left without permission.

Following the rope woven by the vines on the moat, Anyang climbed to a platform and took out a paper crane that was close to him.

"Go."

The moment it was thrown out, the white paper crane chirped, and it instantly became dozens of times larger.

Following the appearance in his memory, Anyang jumped on tiptoe. Grabbing the dorsal fin in the middle, the crane let out a bright cry and flew her into the sky.

Like letting go of a kite swaying in its hand, the cool wind broke into Anyang's eyes with another piece of world.

It was obviously a cold winter, but there was a purple wave on the top of the mountain, dotted with life.

Anyang drove the paper crane closer only to find that in front of him was actually a lavender bush protected by spells.

Clusters of small blue-purple flowers bloomed luxuriantly, and the sunlight that crawled out gave them a faint glow.

Occasionally, snowflakes blown down from the top of the mountain, falling on the spell in small pieces, like a sugar pot that has been touched, looks very novel.

The moment An Yang left the Demon Sect, the copper bell hanging from Ji Yanshu's waist trembled uneasily.

Damn woman......

Pursing his lips, Ji Yanshu's eyes flashed with strong dissatisfaction. Although he guessed that An Yang would not keep to himself, he had just left the Demon Sect not long ago......

Hovering his body and the top of the mountain, Ji Yanshu looked back at the howling east wind, took a deep breath or chose to continue on his way.

[System: Hey, won't Ji Yanshu come back to chase you? ] 】

[Anyang: That's why I said that Ji Yanshu doesn't like Liu Xinyue. It's just that his methods are so weird that I haven't figured it out yet. 】

Sitting cross-legged on the paper crane, Anyang saw the picture put back by the system, and snorted disdainfully, [How long is it until Liu Xinyue's house? 】

[System: Don't worry, according to the speed of the crane, after my careful calculation, I will definitely be able to catch up.] 】

The clear glow of the sun turned from whitening to orange light, and in the smoke like fire, Anyang finally appeared in the sky above the eastern continent after three days and three nights of sleepless travel.

The cool cold wind gradually warmed up, and she heard the exclamations from below in the distance.

"Miss, it's Miss who is back!"

The paper crane circled in the majestic mansion for a while, and after slowly falling, before standing firmly, Anyang was embraced by a beautiful woman.

"You kid, where are you going to play? It's been more than half a year, and I don't know how to send a letter back, and my mother is worried! ”