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Outside the bamboo forest, Luo Shifang stood here, looking at the bamboo forest, with a long sigh, and the figure gradually disappeared.

Bai Mi and Yan Ran, the two of them glanced at each other, they were all waiting quietly in this bamboo forest, as long as the wind did not come out, they would not leave this place at all.

Of course, in fact, Bai Mi is very happy in his heart, after all, he can be alone with Yanran.

The two glanced at each other a few times from time to time, and at first they didn't have anything to talk about, but later, they talked about it, and they even chatted, all of which were idle things in the demon world.

In the bamboo forest, at the moment when Lin Xue'er turned around, there was a blue-white veil on her face, covering most of her face.

Yan Feng was already prepared in his heart, and the moment he saw Lin Xue'er, there was no other expression at all, only a smile on the corner of his mouth.

On the contrary, it was Lin Xue'er, looking at Yan Feng, when she saw Yan Feng's smile, her eyes were full of tears, and her head was slightly lowered, she didn't dare, she didn't dare to let him see her appearance.

"What's the matter, you don't know me anymore?" Yan Feng smiled, stretched out his hand, and gently brushed it on Lin Xue'er's nose covered by the veil.

At this moment, at the moment when Yan Feng's hand crossed Lin Xue'er's nose, the world seemed to stand still.

Lin Xue'er, who could no longer suppress the tears in her eyes, fell down the city, and threw herself tightly into Yan Feng's arms, tears and bursting the embankment.

The cry, unable to tell whether it was injury or joy, echoed in this bamboo forest, and Yan Feng's eyes were equally red at the moment when Lin Xue'er threw herself into her arms.

With both hands, he hugged Lin Xue'er tightly in his arms.

Under the blue and white veil, biting her lip, Lin Xue'er's voice was hoarse and old, whispering softly.

"I don't deserve you like this. ”

Yan Feng put his hand on Lin Xue'er's shoulder, raised his head again, and stared into Lin Xue'er's eyes, with the same smile on the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, his hand slashed towards his left eye.

A three-inch-long cut slashed across her left eye, and blood flowed freely, Lin Xue'er was startled and hurriedly wanted to bandage Yan Feng.

Yan Feng grabbed Lin Xue'er's hand.

"You see, now I'm like this, what is not worthy of it. ”

Tightly poured Lin Xue'er into her arms again, letting the blood in her left eye flow.

"I'll never let you leave me again. ”

Lowering his head, Yan Feng buried his head deep in Lin Xue'er's hair, and the blood fell on Lin Xue'er's white clothes, dyed his hair red, and dyed his clothes red.

"Silly girl, don't think about it, no matter what you become, you are my favorite woman Yan Feng, this life, this life, life and life, forever and ever, will not change. ”

The voice was gentle and fell into Lin Xue'er's ears.

Two lines of tears slipped from the corners of Lin Xue'er's eyes, and her head nodded desperately.

The night was quiet and quiet, in the igloo, Lin Xue'er's laughter came out like a hoarse bell, perhaps, this was the first time she smiled in these days, the first time, laughter.

"Really?

"Yes, you don't want to think about it, when you're not there, you can't let me braid my hair, besides, where can I be a big man with this thing, let alone the master and his old man, as for the ninth master and Xiaobai, these two goods don't understand anymore, and Xiao Mula can only think about it by himself. ”

"I'll just say, we're really good!"

"That's, you don't look at who brought it out. ”

"You're poor, stinky and beautiful!"

"Besides... You can try it again?!"

"What are you doing~ What are you doing~ Don't scratch me, hahahaha, don't don't~"

Late at night, the night wind howls in the heavens and the earth.

On the top of the mountain peak, the clear moon hung high in the sky, Luo Shifang looked at the house in the ice and bamboo forest, and sighed loudly, an ordinary person's day is Lin Xue'er's year.

At this moment, a figure walked out of the woods behind the peak, greeted the moonlight, and came to Luo Shifang's side, and the two of them, in this place on the top of the mountain, stood side by side.

"Cher, how long is it left? ”

With Yan Feng's cleverness, it is impossible not to know the meaning of this ordinary person arriving at Lin Xue'er for a year, and if he disperses his cultivation, even if it is a soul body, Shouyuan will be like a mortal, and there will be a day when he will come to the end.

The end point of mortals is body death, and the soul re-enters reincarnation, and Lin Xue'er, her end point is not body death, but spirit dissipation, spirit dissipation between heaven and earth, completely wiped out from this world, there is no reincarnation at all!

"A month and a half. ”

Luo Shifang looked at the flow of wind and clouds under the black moon: "A month and a half at most." ”

"A month and a half, a big week. Yan Feng's hand clenched tightly, no matter what, he would never let Xue'er scatter the world in front of his eyes.

"I know you have a way. ”

Yan Feng looked up at the moon in the sky, it was a full moon again, if there was no way, Luo Shifang would not let himself come here to find him at this time.

"Yes, I do have a way, but I can't. Luo Shifang looked at Yan Feng and said loudly.

"There are four feasible methods that I know, the purple-veined peach that bears fruit once in nine thousand years in the heavenly court, the ginseng fruit of the ancestor of the earth immortals, all the rebirth water of the Emperor Beiyin of the Difu, and... It is the nine-colored fire lotus of the demon world. ”

When Yan Feng heard Luo Shifang's words, his heart instantly became cold, he didn't know anything, most of what Luo Shifang said, he had heard of most of them.

The first type, the purple-veined peach, the most extreme existence in the peach, such a divine object, Yan Feng originally thought that it was only in mythological stories, go to heaven to get a peach, with Yan Feng's strength now, how is it possible!

The second kind, the ginseng fruit of the ancestor of the earth immortals, the legendary ancestor of the earth immortals is Zhen Yuanzi, this ginseng fruit is even more famous, Yan Feng has seen it three or four times in Journey to the West, but the legend is a legend.

The third type, the resurrection water, the Beiyin Emperor, with the chess pieces he has now buried in the underworld, it is easy to go to the underworld, but to get close to the Beiyin Emperor, the realm difference is too much, it is estimated that before he is close to the rebirth, it will be directly destroyed.

As for the fourth type, the Demon Realm Nine-Colored Fire Lotus, this, Yan Feng has never heard of, and it is also the most promising one at present.

"The first three, whether it's you or me, can't get it, and there's absolutely no way, but the fourth. ”

Luo Shifang looked at Yan Feng: "Nine-colored fire lotus, in the demon world, it is rumored to be owned by an old devil with a strange personality, this person has never been ordered by the demon venerable of the past dynasties, so he has been rejected by the demon clan for a long time, but the demon venerable of the past dynasties, but no one can stand him." ”

"What's even more strange is that this nine-colored fire lotus is only useful for people who are about to run out of life, and only for people who are not demons, so the people of the demon clan have no pursuit of this nine-color fire lotus, but there is less resistance. ”

Yan Feng listened to Luo Shifang's words, and if he didn't understand him, he would be stupid, Luo Shifang's meaning was to fight the nine-color fire lotus in this demon world.

He only has a month and a half now, and he can't afford to gamble, and the other three have absolutely no possibility of success when he has not reached a certain level, only this fourth one, there is still some hope.

"I see. ”

The wind is long, Yan Feng looked at Changbai Mountain under the night, the moonlight was pouring, the white glowed with contrast, the left eye, the cut had already formed a light scab, and Yan Feng's eyes had a firm color.