Chapter 167: Discord (I)

The willow tops on the moon, the forest tops are sprinkled with a faint moonlight, with a bit of chill.

Xue'er sat on the clean steps, holding her chin and looking up at the bright moon in the sky, the moon was similar, but the mood was different.

The feeling of loneliness is still there.

Why did they become like this, hey, is it true that after reincarnation, people's hearts will change and become unrecognizable. Thinking of the bright moon in the Heavenly Palace, the qin, flute, Xiao and Ming, so pleasant and moving, the time at that time was really simple and happy.

The winter wind, through the verandah, blew through the treetops, making a low "whining" like the low wail of a wounded beast.

Xue'er felt a little cold on her body, and couldn't help but hold her body with her hands to keep warm.

Suddenly, I felt a sinking on my body, and a fox gold 'hair' cloak surrounded my body.

Xue'er turned around and looked up, it was Situ Feng's concerned eyes, and when she saw that she was looking over, the corners of her mouth were twitching: "If you are sick, no one will take care of you." ”

This Situ Feng is really, and he doesn't know how to think about it, something is wrong when he gets out of the mountain pass, and after meeting Mo Zhanpeng in that mountain forest, it is even more strange. It's always such an annoying look.

Cher pouted, not arguing with him. patted the steps beside him and said softly, "Can you sit with me?" ”

"I still have to deal with what you provoked, and the devil came to ask him to stay with you a little longer." The voice was a little tired.

Xue'er raised her head in surprise and looked at the man in front of her, under the silver 'color' moonlight, his bewitching red 'lips' were printed, and the slightly thicker 'lips' were shining between the teeth, shining with water, looking very much like a bite, like a lychee that has been peeled off.

He really hasn't changed at all, and even as he gets older, there is more mature taste in his eyebrows, and he looks even more handsome and moving.

The tiredness between his eyebrows, Xue'er didn't see it. I also want to talk to him with an open heart, but he has been avoiding it, and he doesn't seem to want to talk to himself deeply.

He always had a flirtatious smile, and rarely with a serious expression, and in those quiet days in the col, he brought himself too much laughter and surprise.

A knife-carved doll, a delicious roast duck, a fish, and the first 'flower' that bloomed that summer.

is a sensitive person, but he has to be dull. Xue'er shook her head and looked at Situ Feng's back, the silver moonlight shining on his back, wide and with a sense of reassurance.

Compared with the ruthless thin figure of 'Hua', Situ Feng can be regarded as a burly man. His figure eventually disappeared into the dimly lit room.

Obviously worried about the ruthless body of 'flower', but he just wanted to make a reluctant appearance. It's really a twisted guy.

Xue'er remembered that at noon, Situ Feng saw the ruthless situation of 'flowers', and his face turned white. scolded herself harshly, and that kind of scared expression, she saw it for the first time. Even if Situ Feng was poisoned, he was so talkative and laughing.

Today, he was really scared. He held her hand so tightly, as if he was afraid that she would fly and disappear.

After a busy afternoon, Xue'er ate two more bowls for dinner, and Xiaocao'er was stunned, his mood was still low. It's just that at the beginning, she pulled Xue'er and asked a few worried words, to see if there was any irreparable damage to her body if she 'pumped' out those immortal powers.

Dragged her to the next room alone, carefully examined her for an hour, and then let her go.

'Hua' was ruthless, he took out a cyan 'medicine' pill, 'handed' it to Situ and fed it to him who was still 'in a coma'.

The expression was still disdainful, but the worry that crossed her eyes still fell into her eyes.

Sanzun, Xiaocao'er, she, and even the mysterious and elusive man smiled into the molasses-like Ouyang obsidian.

The kindness and hatred between them have gone through the great battle in the Heavenly Palace and several experiences of reincarnation. It has long been indistinguishable, and it stands to reason that she should hate Ouyang Heiyao, that is, the god of war in the Western Heaven Realm, who wants her so strongly.

It led to all kinds of troubles behind, if it weren't for him, maybe she wouldn't have taken the 'flower' purple gold hairpin and gave up her immortal body.

However, if it weren't for him, without him giving up everything, he would have risked falling to the Immortal and entered the cycle of reincarnation, bringing her reincarnation here to reverse the wheel of fate.

In the end, should she hate or feel 'excited', if she faces the dark god who has become Ouyang Obsidian again, what kind of attitude should she take. Whether to use her anger and indifference as in the Heavenly Palace, or to go with the flow, her head is 'messed up'.

Xue'er hugged her knees, buried her head in her knees, and her thoughts were messy.

At night, getting more and more around, there were dark clouds floating over the dark sky. The wind is getting stronger and stronger, bringing up thin pieces of snow.

Xue'er tightened her cloak and looked at the arched courtyard 'door' of the black 'hole' and 'hole'. He actually broke the appointment, although she didn't go to ask him out in person, but did she regret it if she agreed?

This is not Mo Zhanpeng's 'sexual' personality, he is the kind of person who does everything and must be perfect to the extreme, unless he ...... Really reluctant to come, unwilling to face her.

It's because he's afraid that he won't be able to face it, and he's embarrassed to come to see her, or maybe he doesn't want to explain anything to her.

That's right, what else to explain. Things have been done, he has his pursuits, he also has his responsibilities and ambitions, and what can he blame him.

A deep sense of powerlessness surrounded her. Xue'er was still sitting on the steps, reaching out to pick up the pieces of Xue'er that fell from the sky, thin, cold to the hand, and disappeared in an instant, leaving only a drop of water stains.

Xue'er looked at the palm of her hand in a daze, yes, why can't you let go, can't let go, although he is also one of the three, but he still has the right to choose and has his position.

What can you do if you see it, what if you don't see it, you can't change anything anyway.

She shook her frozen hands, slightly warmed, and then stood up and walked back into the house, where a man was desperate for her and showed her the gentlest side. One even lost her 'sex' life for her, and she was still nostalgic for something.

As soon as I opened the door, there was a sound of "creaking" footsteps behind me, which was particularly loud in this silent winter night.

Cher stiffened her hands, didn't turn around, and walked inside.

"Cher, I'm late."

Xue'er's body paused: "Since it's late, why bother to come again, rest early" She didn't want to see him anymore, and she didn't even want to look at his brown 'color' eyes that 'bewitched' people, she was afraid that she couldn't help it for a while, and stepped forward to question, if everything he did annoyed him and affected Situ Feng and Xiaocao'er's plans, it would be troublesome.

He is no longer the Mo Zhanpeng who will hold her and protect her with a doting embrace. He is Shangguan Youyun's future husband, the excellent sect leader of the Lore Killing Pavilion, and the greatest hope of the Luoyun Imperial Family.

He will be the king of this land, protect its people, and sacrifice everything for the good of this land, including himself.

Outside the 'door' was silent, without sound.

Xue'er stopped walking, turned around, and looked outside, facing the eyes with pain, since she did it, why regret it.

"Be your king, and don't forget the five-year covenant." She only said a word, and before he could speak again, she closed the 'door'.

It was quiet outside.

Xue'er glanced sideways at Situ Feng who came over and blocked his words in her throat. On the 'bed', 'Hua' lay there mercilessly and quietly, her pale face was a little more bloody, her expression was very peaceful, and she slept well.

I didn't expect Situ Feng to have a set of poison, and this technique for seeing the disease is also good. After several acupuncture sessions, the heartfelt heart of 'Hua' finally stabilized.

Xue'er looked at Situ Feng with excitement.

Situ Feng pursed his lips, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and said, "Okay, don't look at me like that, it can turn danger into disaster, and it is also his creation." ”

"Can it really be good? Does that really work? Cher's eyes widened.

Situ Feng glanced at her: "Such pure immortal power, even if an immortal is injured, it can be cured, let alone a small mortal body." He knocked on Xue'er's brain 'door' angrily: "Don't worry, tomorrow morning, I will give you a sober ruthless brother, and in another month, I promise to return you a white and chubby ruthless brother." ”

Xue'er was immediately overjoyed, as long as it was useful

Listening to Situ Feng's meaning, this immortal power is of great benefit to nourishing the body, like the 'flower' ruthless current physique, which can already be compared with a cultivator who has entered the Yuan infant stage.

This is the benefit of pure immortal power, and it is also why cultivators are so diligent in their pursuit of innate immortal bodies.

Xue'er looked at Situ Feng and took his hand with a smile.

Situ Feng immediately slipped away, looking vigilant: "What are you going to do?" After speaking, he thought of something again, his eyebrows and eyes smiled, and the corners of his 'lips' were full of peach 'flowers', staring at her burningly.

Xue'er pinched him in annoyance: "Your health is not good, it is better to ......"

Before she finished speaking, Situ Feng had already interrupted and said angrily: "Nonsense, can immortal power be used so 'messily'?" If you provoke the cultivators of this world, I will see what you will do. ”

Saying this, Xue'er suddenly thought of the blue 'colored' eyes she saw during the day, the 'color' of the face and the sword monarch who was as pale as a dead man, and the unfathomable young man.

She was suddenly quiet and no longer insisting.

Nothing was said all night.

Under the eaves of the unknown house, a beautiful and indifferent 'woman', with pointed fingertips, slowly 'touched' her face, and in the boxy bronze mirror, a peerless face was revealed, and a sharp 'color' flashed in her jewel-like eyes.

If anyone is in this room now, you can see that under the skirt, there is a hairy tail, sweeping back and forth the broken 'flower' petals at the foot of the stool.

If you distinguish carefully, on each complete 'flower' petal, there is a name written in red letters - Han Qingxue.

The nine-tailed fox pinched the pearl hairpin, with a smug smile on the corner of his mouth, and muttered to himself: "Everything is just right." ”

In the palm of her hand, a white 'colored' mist slowly emerged, and in the mist, a black 'colored' figure was standing, and a man in red was standing opposite.

The two talked and talked.

Sometimes, the fake is more real than the real. The nine-tailed fox smiled happily, raised his hands, and the appearance of a small courtyard appeared in the bronze mirror.

In front of the crescent-shaped arch 'door' of the small courtyard, there is a magic Zhanpeng.

The slender body froze, facing the candlelit hut, not knowing what to think.

The nine-tailed fox only glanced at it, her face was pale, and she hit the bronze mirror on the ground, and her right hand with pointed nails covered her chest.

"Slut." She shouted angrily, the petals of the 'flower' on the ground were clear, a beam of white light hit, and the petals of the 'flower' with names were all shattered in the void, and there was no residue left.