As far as the eye can see, the four walls are surrounded by tall bamboo shelves, which are stacked with bottles and cans of different sizes, which are slightly transparent. In the dimly lit room, countless poisonous insects, snakes and scorpions can be faintly seen soaking in the water.

In the middle of the house, two corpses were placed on the bamboo couch, one of which was intact and covered with silver needles. The other was a white skeleton, with bones scattered in pieces. And the most terrifying thing is the pool of blood, all kinds of internal organs sink up and down in the churning water, exuding a tangy smell.

When Tan Luo approached, he caught a glimpse of the heart still beating in the pool of blood, and subconsciously looked at the expressionless man beside him and the blade he was holding in his hand, and secretly said that it was not good.

This man, shouldn't he have lied to her to kill and dismember?

Thanks to his elegant and elegant appearance, his demeanor is dusty, and he dares to be a bloodthirsty maniac, what a waste of this good skin.

She hurriedly covered her stomach, frowned and shouted, "Xian'er, I, my stomach hurts so much." ”

"Isn't it comfortable, let me take a look." Yan Bo looked worried, and he was about to help her.

"No, I want to go to the hut." It seems that this is a common excuse for a woman to get out, and she has tried and failed.

"Well, you go back to the bamboo house first, and then I'll look for you when I have twisted the wick."

"Okay." I'm waiting for you.

After successfully escaping, Tan Luo slipped into the bamboo house. She was bored and sat down at the pear blossom wooden table, and saw that in addition to the ordinary clay pot and tea cup on the table, there was also an unopened jar of old wine.

She thought in her heart that this witch fairy was not only a master of the apricot forest, but also had extraordinary medical skills, and he could actually make his own wine, so it was better to drink two glasses for him and give him some advice.

Of course, she would never admit that she was a drunkard and a convict, and she couldn't wait to find a valid reason. A certain woman said yes, and the action was fast and accurate, and in an instant, the house was full of wine.

"It's the best daughter Red!" She was amazed, this wine was fragrant, rich in color and mellow, and spicy with a hint of sweetness and sourness.

She drank three glasses in a row, and the wine came up, and she was groggy and said that this witch fairy was next to Xiaogu a medicine boy, what kind of daughter is red, he has not yet married a wife, and he does not need to marry a daughter.

But then again, she has been making wine since she was a child, and she can be regarded as a big bubble in a wine tank, how can she get drunk after three glasses this time, and she will be drunk when she is drunk, her body is sour and soft, and she is getting hotter and hotter. Now that the autumn is high and cool, Kunlun Ruins is even more cold and windy, what kind of door is she burning?

No, this kind of body is extremely empty, and it is in urgent need of a gap to vent, just like the time when it was plotted by Nian Nu.

It won't be so decaying, is it, could it be that there are ingredients added to this wine?

Tan Luo opened her misty eyes, brought the wine jar close to her, and sniffed out a hint of sweetness, although she had no research on these medicines, but this fragrance would never appear in the pure daughter Hongzhong.

This turned out to be a jar of acacia wine, and the witch fairy put Raush's acacia wine on the table in a good manner!

She sat up and stood up, her sleeves inadvertently swept to the glass, and the glass spilled wine, and the amber wine wet her sleeves. The purple sand cup turned out of a semi-circular arc on the pear blossom table, rolling down the edge of the table, and with a crisp breaking sound, the bamboo door was vigorously slammed open from the outside.

When Yan Bo stepped on the Moshang path, he suddenly heard a sound out of thin air in the house, and he remembered that Tan Luo was still guarding it at the moment, and hurriedly slammed the door open, and then saw the girl's cheeks were red, and her eyes were drunk and confused.

The girl stumbled towards the man, like a weak willow supporting the wind, her eyes were lightly raised, her white jade-like cheeks were red like fire, and her bewitching attitude inadvertently revealed from the pair of autumn water cut eyes.

At this moment, she gritted her teeth and forbeared, sweating slightly, as if she was enduring the unspeakable heat, and her clothes were messy, revealing a touch of ivory-like crystal clear snow muscles.

Seeing the witch fairy wrapping herself around her chest with a worried expression, she snorted, trembling and softening, as if all her strength had been drained away at this moment, and she was like a snake sticking to the coldness in front of her.

Wu Xian's body is filled with a faint bamboo fragrance, which makes people intoxicated and reassuring at the same time, and her lower body temperature than ordinary people just alleviates her craze at the moment.

She is like a flat boat floating on the water, between ups and downs, only by relying on the support of the water can she stabilize her figure. She lay on Wu Xian's chest, and there was a strong and steady heartbeat in her ears.

Closing her eyes, she only heard a soft sigh above her head, and a slender jade hand stroked her smooth forehead, and whispered softly: "What do you say I should do with you?" ”

Raw or cold, it's not all up to you at this time.

Tan Luo held on to the plain linen clothes, looked up at the man's blue water and cold eyes, and smiled disappreciatively: "It's me who is greedy for a cup, Xian'er, can't your blood cure all kinds of poisons, help me." ”

When Yan Bo heard this, his face was even more sad, and the blue eyes that seemed to be able to see through all the sorrows in the past and present lives were reflected in the girl's smile at this moment, and he was sad.

Seeing her snuggled in his arms, Yan Bo seemed to be stunned for a moment, his eyes were so deep that people couldn't look at the end, but in an unreachable place, there was a touch of grief.

He turned his face slightly to the table, turned his intestines, looked at the girl with sour eyes, the corners of his lips were slightly curved, and he laughed at himself: "The antidote to Hehuan wine is a man, can't I still get into the girl's eyes?" ”

"No, that's not what I meant." She shook her head desperately, obviously not wanting the other party to misunderstand.

Hehuan wine was originally the wine that the newlyweds drank together when they were married, and then went to Wushan together, how could anyone be idle and bored to develop this antidote. It's just that she didn't expect that the blood of the witch fairy was not omnipotent.

Sensing the increasing force on her waist, she leaned back, subconsciously trying to avoid his touch.

"Xian'er, let go of me and let me go to Hantan!"

"Does he have to be?" Yan Bo suddenly spoke, holding her waist while her arm was slightly forced, the girl staggered and fell into his arms again.

"You know, I miss you so much"

The bamboo fragrance on his body was quiet and elegant, like a gentle wind, gently blowing on her face. Surprised by the deep affection in the other party's eyes, her heart trembled, and she couldn't help but raise her wrist to caress the tightly locked brow.

"Don't go, stay with me." He took the girl's slender fingers and put them into her lips, begging softly.

The cold of life and death is not as good as the pain of parting.

It's been 10,000 years, he has been looking for 10,000 years, and he has been waiting for 10,000 years, but this 10,000-year lovesickness can't be dissolved, he can't escape, and he has become obsessed, just to be with him day and night.

Watching her throw herself into the arms of another man, I asked myself, he couldn't do it! So he chose to leave quietly, even if he died.

His love has been humbled to this point, and he only asks for a trace of mercy from the other party, and in his lifetime, will he not be able to fulfill this wish?

Yan Bo hugged the girl in his arms tightly, and said without refusing: "I want you, give it to me!" ”

He hugged Tan Luo by the waist and slowly walked to the bamboo couch.

"Xian'er, Yan Bo" she screamed, desperately trying to break free from the ground.

"If you want me to save that man, you will exchange it!" Even if you hate me in the future, he just wants to have it one last time.

The veil was flying, warm jade and fragrant, looking down at the girl on the couch with her eyes closed, he gently kissed the long eyelashes, down the delicate nose all the way down, and finally took the cherry petals in his mouth, and outlined them gently, just like treating a fragile object, loving and pity.

"Open your eyes and look at me." He whispered softly in his ear, like a lover's ears grinding.

The medicinal properties of Hehuan wine continued to surge in the body, and Tan Luo opened his misty eyes and looked at his stunning eyebrows, but there was no escape after all.

She looked sideways at the window, the sky was getting late, and the moon was rising.

Night, silently. When the last trace of clarity dissipated, she lowered her head, and seemed to see Yan Bo's stunned expression.

After the sky was bright, Tan Luo gradually woke up from her hangover, looking at the messy bamboo couch and the brocade quilt with residual warmth, she seemed to recall the unpleasant fragmentary pictures of last night.

The bamboo door was opened with a "squeak", and Yan Bo walked slowly with the porridge, frowning slightly, and his posture seemed to be a little different than before. Seeing this, a certain woman hurriedly covered her clothes.

"Hmph-" The fairy-like gentle man rarely had a trace of temper, and between his turns, a few mottled blood stains were exposed under his clothes.

Tan Luo stared at the blood stain that seemed to be a tooth mark, and in terms of size and tooth shape, how could it look like she had left it herself. Could it be that she was ruthless last night, and would rather die than obey, and then took a few bites on Wu Xian's body?

She held her forehead and thought deeply, she had a headache, she seemed to have been tossing for a long time, looking at the man's stinky expression on his face, obviously she was deflated last night, and she was secretly sulking.

"Xian'er-" Tan Luo trembled and called softly, no matter how she said that she was the one who suffered, why did she always seem to have done something sorry for others, and she didn't admit it in a blink of an eye.

Yan Bo glanced at her, turned around and left a lonely back.

Yes, it seems that she really did something crazy after losing her mind, and what could make Wu Xian angry was definitely an unforgivable event!

But she also has a temper and a muddy nature, as a woman, how can she bow her head to the man who was forced by the overlord last night.

So Tan Luo rubbed to the table, picked up the porridge and began to eat.

Yan Bo glanced at the girl with his spare eyes, and when he saw that she didn't think so, he was deeply heartbroken. How could he like such a rude and barbaric woman, who has no pity for the fragrance and jade, and who does not understand what it is to be reserved. I thought I could leave unforgettable memories in the last period, but it was true

Engraved-bone-inscribed-heart!

Pity his dignity as a man, shattered to the ground, Yan Bo gathered his cloud sleeves to cover the bruises on his wrists.

"After packing up, follow me out of the valley at noon." He got up and left.

"Where is Xian'er going now?" Tan Luo asked casually.

"Spray!"

Near noon, the witch finally reappeared. Tan Luo looked at his white and flawless neck, and he didn't know what kind of ointment this man had applied, and he was back to normal.

Xiao Gu followed, holding a bag in his hand, and when he saw Tanluo, he bent his eyes and smiled, revealing a deep pear vortex.

"Are we coming out of the Ice Grave?" She wondered.

Yan Bo took out a paper crane painted with charms, pinched his fingers, and the paper crane quickly grew larger, enough for three people to ride.

Spiritual power is convenient to travel, Tan Luo is envious, and soars in the sky on a paper crane. In the mist, she remembered that there was a lonely woodcutter living in Death Valley, so she patted the man on the shoulder and arm, and motioned for the other party to fly to the old man's residence.