Twelve didn't want to think deeply, what was the strange feeling of Ling Yuhan in his heart, in short, he had helped him many times, and now that he was in trouble, she should naturally rescue him.

Twelve doesn't know, once some things are sown, they will slowly break through the ground when she doesn't know it, until Zuihou blossoms and bears fruit.

"Actually, I can. A touch of fortitude appeared on Yun Ruohan's pale face, he looked at Twelve, his eyes were stubborn, "I know you're worried about that person, let's leave as soon as possible, don't worry about me." ”

Twelve squinted his eyes unhappily, waved his sleeves slightly, and a not strong fighting spirit pressed straight towards Yun Ruohan, his whole person seemed to be pressed by a huge mountain, and he couldn't move, so he could only blink his eyes, looking at Twelve innocently, and couldn't understand why she suddenly made a move.

"Sister Ruyi?" Yun Ruoshui exclaimed.

"You can't even resist this kind of attack, and you still have to be strong?" Twelve hooked the corners of his mouth disdainfully, snorted coldly in his mouth, and there was already a little bit of anger on his face "I ......" Yun Ruohan was instantly surprised, and his heart moved at the deep gaze of Shang Twelve, his heartbeat was chaotic a few beats, and two faint red tides floated on his pale cheeks, he lowered his face, his lips squirmed a few times, but he didn't say anything after all.

She's caring about herself......

This realization made Yun Ruohan's heart soften, and thousands of emotions were like a tide, rippling in his heart.

"Okay, when my injuries heal, we will go to the Divine King's Palace. The extremely gentle words spit out from his mouth, mixed with indescribable feelings, his eyes were intoxicating, and at a glance, as if he could drown people in it, he looked at Twelve who was sitting quietly on the wooden chair, and his heart was pounding.

Seeing Yun Ruohan's expression tomorrow night, his brows frowned slightly, he had seen that kind of expression too many times, every time in the bronze mirror, he was like this, with a shake of his feet, the whole person stood in front of Twelve, isolating Yun Ruohan's gaze, and his sharp gaze went straight to his affectionate eyes.

He will never allow this man to have bad thoughts about his master!

Thinking of the heaven and earth contract that Yun Ruohan made in front of the twelve at the bottom of the cliff, he was very nervous in his heart tomorrow night.

"Well, you can rest in peace. Twelve nodded, the coldness on his face eased a lot, and he got up to leave.

"Wait. Yun Ruohan saw that she was about to go out, and suddenly spoke.

Twelve raised his eyebrows in confusion, "Is there anything else?"

What to say?

Do you want to tell her that he just wants to see her a few more times?

"Huh?" Seeing that he was reluctant to speak, Twelve whispered softly, his eyes shining brightly, like stars in the sky.

"It's okay. Yun Ruohan smiled gently, and watched Twelve leave, before he fell back on the bed, pillowing the jade pillow, sniffing the faint fragrance left in the air, as if she was still here.

"Tut-tut, Ruohan, is your appearance ** heart rippling, en?" Qiu Lou hugged his arms and squeezed his eyebrows at Yun Ruohan, she was a bystander, naturally she had already seen Yun Ruohan's intentions for Twelve, he never concealed it, but Twelvenight never responded, then again, such a person, as long as you pay attention, it is easy to like her, right?

Qiu Lou glanced at the bright night with a gloomy face and full of vinegar, and sighed in his heart.

Yun Ruohan was slightly stunned when his mind was exposed, looked at Qiu Lou with a smile, and said calmly: "Yes, this heart will only be uncontrollable when I see her." ”

"Hmph. Tomorrow night with a cold snort, interrupting someone's affectionate confession, "Young Master Yun, I hope you don't say these words in front of your master!"

"Why?" Yun Ruohan raised his eyebrows and asked, "I like her, and I never hide." ”

Yes, he liked her, so much so that his soul trembled when he thought of her.

Tomorrow night, his five fingers tightened, and he was almost so angry that he was about to pull out the knife from the sheath, but fortunately, his reason did not disappear, he glared at Yun Ruohan fiercely, turned around and left, exuding a violent aura all over his body, obviously on the verge of an explosion.

"Why are you teasing him?" Qiu Lou opened his mouth, they saw Mingye's thoughts in their eyes, he didn't say it, they didn't ask on weekdays, Fang Cai Yun Ruohan sarcastically beat Mingye with a word, no wonder he was angry!

"That's it, brother, you know that he ...... tomorrow night" Yun Ruoshui was about to educate his brother, but he couldn't help but see the dark color on his face, and after a pause, he touched the tip of his nose and smiled, "I won't say it, I won't say it." ”

She wasn't afraid of anything else, she was afraid that Yun Ruohan wouldn't say anything, just stared at her blindly, and her scalp was numb.

"I don't even dare to tell her my own thoughts, heh!" Yun Ruohan laughed meaninglessly, closed his eyes, and didn't say a word again, Twelve left the guest room, meditated cross-legged in the next room, and regulated her internal breath, because of the relationship with the Zhuxian Sword contract, the fighting spirit in her body was much stronger than before, although it had not yet reached the level of breaking through the martial god, but the foundation was stable, and it was only a matter of time before she broke through.

As long as she breaks through the Martial God, in this world, who can help her?

Once she breaks through the realm of the Martial God, she will definitely cut through the void and return to the modern era!

Eleven......

As long as she thought of the death of her nest in her previous life, her chest ached faintly, and in that position, she seemed to be able to feel the cold touch of the dagger inserted in her heart, even the blood seemed to be frozen, and her limbs were filled with cold, all of this was Eleven's fault!

She betrayed her!

The twelve eyebrows froze, and the killing intent in their hearts was like a tide, growing madly.

"Mom......" The little milk bag creaked open the door, dragging two strings of sugar gourds in her hand, and whispered.

Twelve opened his eyes, pressed the churning air flow into the dantian, and bent down to pick up the little one, "What?"

"Here you go. The little milk bag smiled and handed a string of sugar gourds to Twelve, as if he was asking the elders for merit, his eyes were full of pure light, Twelve was stunned, reached out to take it, and took a bite gently, the sweet and greasy taste filled the taste buds, which was the sweetness she hated the most, but at this time, it made her heart sweet all the way to the bottom.

A warm current rippled in her heart, she squinted her eyes comfortably, the corners of her mouth raised a pleasant arc, and the smile on her delicate little face bloomed, light and shallow, but like an epiphany, although it was only for a moment, it seemed to condense all the beauty of the world.

Clean, tender and warm.

The little milk bag nestled in the arms of Twelve, raised her head, and asked glutinously, "Mom, is it delicious?"

Twelve clicked and crushed the apricots inside, swallowed them in his stomach, patted the back of his head, and nodded, "It's delicious." ”

Being cared for and cared for, even if it is just a string of ordinary sugar gourds, still makes her feel precious.

"Hee-hee, the Lun family knew that their mother would like it. The little milk bag buried her face in Twelve's arms and said coquettishly.

"You. Twelve flicked his fingers helplessly, "Okay, go out and play by yourself, don't disturb your mother's cultivation." ”

"Oh. The little milk bag responded in frustration, but obediently jumped from the arms of the twelve, it knows when to be coquettish, when to be sensible, and it is so smart that it makes people feel distressed.

"Fire Qilin, was this what you were like when you were a child?" Twelve closed his eyes, and rarely played tricks on a certain demonic beast that was in the promotion period in the spiritual sea.

"Tsk, it's still a mythical beast, and the conjured human form is actually a milk doll. Zhu Xianjian suddenly spoke, and mocked without yin or yang.

"Aren't you the same?" the twelve replied to her, "As a century-old artifact, the sword spirit is only seven or eight years old, and you are not as good as the fire qilin." ”

Zhu Xianjian was so angry that he screamed, and the sword body kept slapping the ground in the space of Najie, and he jumped to his feet in anger!

Twelve shook his head and laughed, ignoring the chatter and scolding of a certain sword, cut off communication with it, closed his eyes, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to cultivate.

The night was thick, until midnight, twelve did not wake up from the cultivation, her shoulders were faintly numb, she rubbed her shoulders, pushed the door out, in the lobby, Qiu Lou and Ming Ye were fighting with each other, passing by the next guest room, Yun Ruoshui was sitting on the edge of the bed and feeding Yun Ruohan supper, the little milk bag was lying on the table, and she slept so much that she was on the table.

Twelve's heart is warm, such a picture makes her only feel warm, in this strange continent, she is finally no longer alone.

In the cold and hard heart, many people have long been quietly inhabited, and when she found out, she could no longer pull them out, so she could only let them live in the softest place in her heart, deeply rooted.

The figure flashed, and Twelve had jumped on the beam of the inn, lying in the eaves at will, with the moon and stars above his head, and the night was as thick as splashing ink, like a bright Milky Way, and the evening breeze was blowing on his face.

The night was very quiet, only a few frogs chirping from time to time in the bushes, and the occasional birdsong from the branches, Twelve closed his eyes, put his hands behind his head, and his expression was indifferent, blending in with the scene of the night.

For some reason, a red figure suddenly appeared in her mind.

My heart tightened, and I opened my eyes twelve, and my originally calm heart was completely messed up!

Damn, why does he always show up when she's calming down?

Twelve frowned irritably, flipped his wrist, and took out a jade flute from the ring, the body of the flute was cold, the whole body was clear, and there was a faint streamer flickering in it.

Woo - ugly tone, extremely harsh.

It seemed that she really didn't have much musical talent, and Twelve shrugged her shoulders and gave up the idea of playing the nice tune that Ling Yuhan played for her last time.

Humming a tune in her mouth, her eyes narrowed slightly, even she was surprised, she had only heard it once, but she could actually write it down without missing a bit, and even hum it.

After the song was over, the man's playful face seemed to appear in front of Twelve Eyes.

"Damn it. She cursed angrily, casually put the jade flute back into the ring, no longer had the intention of admiring the moon, and jumped off the eaves in distraction, the dark clothes were drawn in a graceful arc in the air, and returned to the inn, Qiu Lou and they had already gone back to their rooms to rest.

After a brief wash, he instructed Xiao Er to cook a bowl of clear soup and noodles, and eat them one bite at a time while they were hot, and even drank the soup base.

Her stomach was swollen, she touched her belly, smiled with satisfaction, and her irritability had long been left behind at the moment.

It seems that turning upset into appetite once in a while is quite effective.

But......

Twelve's eyes flashed, and through the wide open window in the lobby, he looked in the direction where the Northern God King Hall was located.

Maybe she should have rescued him sooner.

This thought arose in my mind, and it was never cleared away.

Seven days later, Yun Ruohan's injuries were so good that he could already walk on the ground, but he couldn't recover to his peak state for a while, and after taking the pill left by the black-clothed messenger Mo Bai, the speed of recovery of his fighting spirit became faster and faster.

Early in the morning, he went downstairs to prepare for breakfast, wearing an ink-colored brocade robe, three thousand green silk hoops in the jade crown, and a bone fan in his hand, like a young man in the world, gentle and elegant, with a warm smile like a spring breeze in March, and greeted the twelve people who were sitting around the wooden table and drinking morning tea.

"Awake?" Twelve looked sideways, "Looks good." ”

personally carried a pot and filled him with a cup of tea, Yun Ruohan naturally took it, and sat down next to the twelve: "Yes, I have been lying on the bed for ten days and half a month, and my body and bones are about to degenerate." ”

"Really?" Twelve raised his eyebrows, "Don't worry, you'll have a chance to show off soon." ”

Her words are meaningful.