Even if there is inexplicable intimacy and ambiguity between the two of them, she believes that Nalan Chuxue should not be such a person who has no bottom line and principles.

As the saying goes, each is born from the heart.

It's not so much about believing in Nalan Hatsuyuki's qualities and character as it is about trusting her own vision and intuition.

At the same time that Nangong Xuehai was speculating about the first snow in Nalan, the first snow in Nalan was also speculating about Nangong Xuehai.

In fact, Nalan Chuxue was standing here, and he himself was very embarrassed and puzzled, obviously he would know the news the next day, but he ...... Alas, he just couldn't wait......

He was eager to know which elder Nangong Xuehai had chosen to be her master.

He was a little confused, a little hesitant, and a little panicked.

It was as if something was gradually breaking out of his control, and he was proud of it.

God, what's wrong with him??

Who can tell him, what the hell is going on??

Nalan Chuxue secretly smiled bitterly, and his deep eyes looked at the distant lakes and mountains through the Nangong Snow Sea, with birds singing and flowers, gurgling streams, pavilions and pavilions......

His people are still here, but his mind has long since wandered to where it has gone.

Nangong Mingyue's words kept echoing in his mind.

When Nangong Xuehai was in the Yunxia Palace, Nalan Chuxue chatted with Nangong Mingyue and accidentally learned a piece of information that surprised him.

This woman, this woman with red lips and white teeth who are as cold as snow, she turned out to be Nangong Mingyue's cousin.

Nangong Mingyue's cousin is no more, and what makes him even more unbelievable is-

Her original name was not Nangong Xuehai, but Ouyang Xuehai.

Ouyang Xuehai, when it comes to this name, there are probably very few people on the Fengyun Continent who don't know.

She was originally the daughter of Ouyang Yifeng, the head of the Ouyang family, the head of the four great families, and she was also a well-known cultivation waste.

Afterward......

At the family meeting of the Ouyang family, she took the initiative to give up her noble identity and quit the Ouyang family.

Her name was also changed from Ouyang Xuehai to Nangong Xuehai.

After this incident happened, it spread in a short period of time, and it once shocked the entire Fengyun Continent.

I really didn't expect that the woman who moved the world was standing in front of him at this moment.

Hum

He was really curious, how did a cultivation waste material win the first place in the trial, was it just luck?

He really wanted to know, what was the reaction of the Ouyang family to the loss of such an excellent junior, and he couldn't regret it? ?

Even though Nangong Xuehai and Nalan Chuxue's hearts were full of thoughts and ups and downs, their faces were as calm as the wind, and they were at ease.

Nangong Xuehai's lips with black hair like a waterfall smiled slightly, like a spring breeze turning snow, bright and moving,

"Cousin, let's talk about it in another place, well...... Just go to your yard and sit down, cousin, I just recognize the door, ask for a cup of spiritual tea to drink, hehe, cousin, what do you think? ? ”

After the words fell, she took a step forward, grabbed the corner of Nangong Mingyue's wide sleeve with her little hand, and shook it.

Nangong Xuehai's intimate move, Nangong Mingyue knew that she did it on purpose, but she still succeeded in pleasing him.

I saw him smiling, as beautiful as a crown of jade, warm as water, his slender fingers gently poked her forehead, and nodded,

"Good ......"

This ghostly stubborn girl is changing the topic again, what she doesn't want to say, it's useless to ask again, alas, even his cousin is no exception.

(Additional note: In the Flying Immortal Sect, disciples who have not yet established a foundation are not qualified to open their own caves, however, each of them will be assigned to an independent courtyard for their cultivation.) The size of the courtyard, whether it is good or bad, is directly proportional to the level of their cultivation. The cultivation realm is such a cruel place - survival of the fittest, the strong are respected, and the weak are slaves. ）