The darkness was like a huge net, engulfing Feng Yin in its belly.

Leaving Xuanyuan's yard, he had to hide in the forest and find a big tree to spend the night temporarily, because he didn't know what he would encounter if he ran around, he could only do so.

The night breeze blows through the branches, and the shadows of the trees sway in the moonlight.

When the sky began to turn red in the east, Feng Yin jumped from the trunk of the tree where he had been staying for the night, and he walked down the hill to see if Xuanyuan Ye was still angry.

When I walked to the front of the courtyard, the gate was open, but I didn't see anyone.

"Are you there? Feed? ”

"Then I'll take my sword, take it and leave."

There was no one in there to answer. He thought that he had come to take his things, and that he had made no mistake, so he dared to go into the courtyard.

The courtyard was deserted, and the Blood Fruit Xuanyuan on the Blood Tree used two at night, and there should have been two left, but now there was no one. The green vegetables still grow in those few square meters of land, and the chickens and ducks are squatting aside.

He didn't see Xuanyuan Ye and didn't seem to be at home. But he just needs to find the sword of his predecessor.

Feng Yin walked into the house, most of the things in the house were gone, and she just wondered if it was a thief, but she shook her head to dispel this idea. How can there be thieves here? And the house is so neatly tied, Xuanyuan must have left.

From the bed to the bottom of the bed, Feng Yin did not let go of every drawer wooden box, but after a few hours, he did not see the sword of the afterlife.

Feng Yin sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the messy room where she was tortured, and muttered softly.

Why is this man like this? How can you take your own things without your consent? He deliberately didn't give himself a chance to speak last night, right? What should I do when the seniors come to the sword of death?

From the morning to the afternoon, there was no shadow of Xuanyuan Night, and Feng Yin only had the anxiety of losing the sword of the dead in his heart.

What kind of person is Xuanyuan Night? Anyway, Feng Yin doesn't feel like a bad person, but she doesn't look like a good person either.

Leaving with disappointment, Feng Yin clenched the token in his hand, he thought, Xuanyuan Yize is so powerful, can he help him recover the sword of the dead?

Walking alone on the road, every time he meets a person, he has to ask, and whenever he asks about Xuanyuan Mansion, the passers-by stare at him with a monster-looking gaze, making him embarrassed.

After living for thousands of years, Feng Yin has never been so helpless, and even faintly hopes that he can return to the underworld, but he knows how to get out, to return to the underworld—he feels that it will never be possible.

Someone told him that Xuanyuan Mansion was in Guicheng, which was at least a day's road away from Qiuzhen.

It turns out that Xuanyuan Yize's house is so far away, what is he here for? Feng Yin walked slowly, thinking in her head.

When it was dark, he hid in the grass and stared blankly at the night sky, rubbing his aching ankles in his hands. Wait until dawn to continue on your way.

Feng Yin asked all the way, or walked through the wrong road three or four times, and it was already four days later when he waited for Guicheng.

Entering the city with messy hair and messy clothes, many people cast strange glances. He only knew the disdain and contempt in his eyes, but he did not understand the attitude towards beggars.

Feng Yin stepped forward to ask, but the people in the city were not as simple as the villagers, and they hid far away, and no one wanted to pay attention to him.

He wandered down the street, people kept a distance of two or three meters from him, and he was no longer interested in everything around him.

Xuanyuan Ye arrived in Guicheng five days ago, and tomorrow the people of Jiuyang Immortal Trail will come here to recruit disciples, and he is here for this recruitment.

Sitting by the window of the inn, slowly drinking inferior tea, Xuanyuan looked at the pedestrians on the street with cold eyes, one day when he returns, everyone will look at him with admiration, who would dare to look down on him?

Xuanyuan Night, originally supposed to be the seventh young master of the Xuanyuan family, his mother was a lowly maid who climbed the bed, Xuanyuan Night was born without the love of Xuanyuan Chengao, the head of the Xuanyuan family, and his mother killed the Xuanyuan family's favorite concubine Qingxue because of jealousy, and later the Xuanyuan family owner was furious and killed his mother, thinking that he was young and a close relative just drove out of the Xuanyuan Mansion.

His fingers tapped lightly on the windowsill, and the gaze in his eyes was as sharp as a sword. Suddenly, he was stunned and looked incredulously at the dirty man on the street. Although he couldn't see his appearance anymore, he remembered the clothes, that was the clothes he wore for Feng Yin, he couldn't have known his own clothes, right?

Putting down the teacup, Xuanyuan Ye hurriedly got up and walked out of the room.

Ghosts don't die, there is no end to life, at least Feng Yin has never seen ghosts die, although he has never seen Bai Chang mention what is in vain, but he has never seen it.

Xuanyuan Ye left, and Xuanyuan Yize couldn't find it, he felt a bit like those wandering souls in the underworld who couldn't cross the Nai He Bridge and couldn't go to hell, but just kept wandering in the underworld.

There should be no wandering spirits in the underworld, that is, the dead people were unwilling to reincarnate at first to stay in the mortal world, and then they wanted to reincarnate but missed the time, so they could only wander in the underworld, hoping to meet an adult who could be a little more tolerant. But Feng Yin knew that no matter which adult it was, they never showed favoritism.

Do you want to become a geist in the future? But there is no more embarrassed and depressed spirit than himself.

Feng Yin thought as she walked along the street in confusion.

"Feng Yin?"

A black shadow shrouded down, Feng Yin raised his head helplessly, and the next moment he was shocked and took a step back: "Xuanyuan Night? You ...... "What's here?" Can you meet it like this?

"How did you become like this?" He frowned and looked at Feng Yin dissatisfied.

At this moment, Xuanyuan Ye had already changed out of his previous coarse linen clothes and was wearing an ordinary black tight-fitting suit. Xuanyuan Ye's handsome man and tall are fully displayed under the strong costume, with a slender figure, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, he is really a handsome young man.

Feng Yin hid his dirty hands behind his back, not daring to look at Xuanyuan Ye, but he didn't lie, and replied in a low voice: "You are gone, I have nowhere to go, Xuanyuan Yize asked me to look for him if I have something, I only know him, so I came to him." I don't know the way, I've been looking for it for so long, but now no one wants to pay attention to me. And ah, my ......'s sword, with you."

Feng Yin didn't say the last sentence, he felt that if he said it, he would be hated again.

looked at the person who should be beautiful and shouldn't appear in the world, but at the moment he was sloppy like a little beggar, and he looked aggrieved, but he didn't have any self-knowledge at all. Xuanyuan Ye actually thought it was a little funny.

probably felt that it was unreasonable to just leave, and he was also surprised why he ran out when he saw Feng Yin.

He looked at Feng Yin for a while, and said without warmth: "Let's go."

Walk? Feng Yin looked up at Xuanyuan Ye who left on his own in front of him, ran down to see his depressed appearance, and told himself to go, why is this person like this?

"What are you doing standing? Come on. Xuanyuan Ye turned around and glanced at Feng Yin coldly.

"Huh? Oooh! Feng Yin's heart warmed, and she hurriedly followed.

As for going to Xuanyuan Mansion, he had already been left behind.

When I entered the inn, although the boss looked very bad, he didn't say anything. Xuanyuan Ye asked Xiao Er to bring a bucket of water, took Feng Yin to the room, and sat alone in the corner under the inn.

Closing the door, Feng Yin walked to the bathtub, reached out and picked up the petals in the water, put the petals on the tip of his nose and sniffed them, and a fragrance entered his nose.

He couldn't wait to take off his clothes and hide in the bath, the warm temperature made him feel good.

Although Feng Yin was nostalgic for the comfort in the water, she was afraid that Xuanyuan would get angry after waiting for a long time, so she immediately got out of the bath after washing.

He was wearing the robe that Xuanyuan Yize specially selected for him in Qiuzhen, a small place like Qiuzhen is not expensive and there are not many styles, Xuanyuan Yize chose this one for a day.

The light blue robe, without any patterns, is very monotonous, but it still can't hide his beauty when worn on Feng Yin.

After getting dressed, Feng Yin walked out of the room, looked down in the corridor, and saw Xuanyuan Ye sitting in the innermost part at a glance. There were already several dishes served at Xuanyuan's table.

Seeing Feng Yin coming, Xuanyuan Ye subconsciously frowned, he didn't like Xuanyuan Yize very much, including Xuanyuan Yize's things.

"Eat."

Feng Yin heard a slight anger in Xuanyuan Ye's tone, and he couldn't figure out why this person was angry again, although this person was always angry.

Sitting carefully opposite Xuanyuan Night, Feng Yin subconsciously reached out to grab the vegetables, but before he touched it, there was a "snap" sound, and a pair of chopsticks knocked on the back of his hand.

"With chopsticks!" Xuanyuan looked at him with a dark face.