Huang Yue hid behind the sleeves of her master's robe, her eyes tightly closed.

Although the previous life was full of murder, they all left the scene quickly after they succeeded. His own shots have always been clean and neat, and the scene is neat.

Occasionally, there is a difficult master, and at most it takes more energy and time.

After returning to the base to restore his life, he will carefully wash himself every time to wash away the smell of killing as much as possible.

Then soothe yourself with a glass of wine and fall asleep.

As for whether there will really be ghost retribution or something, I never think about it, and I don't have time to think about it.

Now I've crossed the ...... Naturally, you don't have to think about it...... Are there any ghosts...... A living example yourself!

The gentle laughter of Master Qingyue sounded in his ears, and a slender hand gently pulled himself out from behind him.

Huang Yue picked a thin slit in her eyelids and peeked into the air, but she didn't see a fluttering white shadow. I couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Immediately afterward, I felt a warmth on my body, opened my eyes and looked down, and saw that the master was wearing a snow-white white fox fur cloak.

The master squatted down, and a pair of large, slender hands were flying up and down, wearing a large red silk tie of the cloak.

Originally...... That fluttering white shadow...... It is a white fox fur cloak.

Huang Yue looked at the thinly dressed master, and then looked at herself who was wrapped like a hairball.

Raising his hand and touching the thin sweat that had just come out of his forehead, he wondered why the master wrapped himself in a hairball for the winter in the warm spring-like weather.

But the next moment, she understood.

I saw that the master's sleeves were gently flicked, and the two white wooden doors in front of him with carved marigold patterns and inlaid with lilac crystal pieces opened silently.

A cold wind blows in the face with the temperature and breath that is unique to winter. Huang Yue looked at the silver sky that was very different from the indoor temperature, and was slightly stunned.

Liye looked at the little Huangyue with a pair of apricot eyes, and said with a smile: "Huang'er, this is the Return Palace, the Xingyun Peak built in Yunyi Mountain, covered with snow all year round, looking around.

The natural hot spring water is used indoors, and the four seasons are as warm as spring.

Huang'er has not yet practiced internal strength, and the seasons change in and out, so you should pay attention to adding or subtracting clothes in the future, and be careful not to catch a cold. ”

After saying that, Liye took Huangyue's little hand again, stepped out of the carved door, and walked all the way to the honey pavilion.

Huang Yue followed the master through the carved cloister of the same texture of white wood carved marigold pattern and inlaid with purple crystal color pieces.

At intervals on either side of the cloister hung a fist-sized golden bell, underneath which was tied a string of calendula carved with lilac crystal.

The wind is wrapped in light snow blowing, the flowers are dancing, the golden bells are crisp, and the jade ground with white marble carved calendula patterns, and then look at the handsome man in purple clothes and light yarn beside him.

Everything is like an elegant and leisurely dream in the clouds.

Walking around all the way, there is not a bunch of flowers and green trees.

The red plum, which was the favorite of the ancient literati, also has no branches.

The entire Palace of Return is either white or lavender.

The building is mainly colored with lilac, with a snow-white curved roof, white marble carved calendula balustrade steps, white unknown wood carved calendula inlaid with lilac crystal color pieces of doors and windows, like a light bamboo fragrance emanating from this unknown wood.

The entire inside and outside of the palace is either white or faintly purple. Like its owner, the lilac brocade robe was covered with a snow-colored veil as thin as a cicada's wings.

The master and apprentice stopped in front of a small building with a transparent dome.

I saw that the houses here were different from those you saw along the way. Except for the translucent dome made of unknown materials, the walls are made of white marble, and countless intricate marigold patterns are meticulously carved on them.

Only two white wooden openwork calendula doors are still inlaid with lilac crystal flakes as elsewhere.

In the upper left corner of the wooden door on the left, hang a double-headed Ruyi wooden sign of the same wood, and write the word "honey pavilion" neatly in regular script on it.

Huang Yue tightened the white fox fur cloak on her body, and said in her heart: "The place to eat has finally arrived." ”

Liye turned around, gently touched Huangyue's head through the hood of the white fox cloak, and said with a smile: "Huang'er, this place is the honey pavilion for dining." After a while, I will go in with the master, and remember to take off the cloak so as not to be soaked in sweat. ”

Huang Yue obediently nodded her hairy head and followed the master up the stairs.

With a flick of the sleeves of the liye robe, the carved wooden doors of the honey pavilion slowly opened to both sides.

A warm breath wrapped in the rich fragrance of flowers hit the face. What catches your eye is a large group of golden green connected into patches.

Crossing the threshold of white marble carving, Huang Yue saw clearly the marigold field connected indoors, the deep and shallow emerald green lined with the deep and shallow gold, in this snow-capped return palace, particularly vibrant.

Among the emerald green and golden yellow, bees buzzed and flew among the tender yellow stamens, a busy scene.

In the middle of the flower field, a clear stream meanders by, and the water reflects the sparkling light purple waves.

Huang Yue took off the white fox fur cloak and put it on the white wood lilac satin brocade pier at the entrance, and took a closer look at the shimmering lilac stream, only to find that the bottom of the stream was paved with a layer of natural crystal rough stones of different shapes.

Huang Yue squatted down and curiously leaned into the stream, wanting to pick up a crystal rough stone at the bottom of the stream and look at it in front of her. When I dipped my fingers in the water, I realized that the water was actually warm.

The sound of leisurely footsteps sounded in his ears, and he only heard the voice of the master Qingyue and said with a smile: "Huang'er, the underground of this honey pavilion is the spring of the underground hot spring of the entire Return Palace." So unlike other places, the soil is soft, and these calendula flowers can survive here. ”

Liye stretched out her slender hand to Huangyue, and said with a smile: "Huang'er, come, take you to the dining hall of the Honey Pavilion for the teacher." ”

Huang Yue put down the warm amethyst in her hand, and obediently put her fleshy little hand into the master's slender hand.

The next moment, the world was spinning in front of him, and he was carried into the air by the master.

I saw that the master was on tiptoe, and he actually carried her all the way to the flowers. Everywhere you go, the flowers sway, and the young stamens are unharmed.

In a moment, they came to the end of the sea of marigolds in the honey pavilion, and the master and apprentice gently floated to the ground.

Huang Yue looked up at the wooden boxes with large and small white wood carved marigold patterns hanging on the white marble wall.

I saw that there were constantly hard-working bees buzzing in and out, and I realized that these white wooden boxes were actually beehives.

Qingyue's voice in his ears said: "Huang'er, taste the calendula nectar brewed in the palace." ”

As soon as Huang Yue turned her head, she saw a man in purple and light gauze, with dark eyes bent by glass and broken ice, and the corners of his lips curved with a gentle arc.

The slender fingers of the bones held a lilac crystal glass flower bowl, which was full of golden nectar.

At a glance, it is elegant and dusty, and it is not stained with any mundaneness.

Huang Yue cautiously reached out and took the glass flower pot from the master's hand and handed it to her lips.

Tasting the fragrant and fragrant calendula nectar in small sips, I felt that the warmth flowed in my belly, which was indeed not ordinary.

I can't help but secretly say in my heart: It seems that this time I have crossed, not only have I crossed over to become the apprentice of the "White Snow Palace Master", but I am also about to be trained to become a "crossing version of the Little Dragon Girl......