Long Yuan's white sword fell to the ground in response, and Baili Fengma fed a pill into her mouth almost at the same time as the red clothes fell to the ground.

Like, afraid that the life-saving straw he finally encountered would be broken in the next moment, his movements were a little bit of real eagerness.

A series of movements only happened in a blink of an eye, and the sudden turmoil quickly calmed down with the continuous snowfall. It seems that the original scene is like this, it is Baili Kazuma squatting in front of the red clothes for a long time, staring at her, without smiling or looking.

Not like him.

If there is anything that makes him feel powerless in this world, in addition to this world that is already terminally ill, the other thing must be Ah Che. For the sake of a piece of Ah Che's news, he actually lost his sense of proportion, and today he left behind the disciples of the Southern Dome Sect who were in dire straits, and tried to save a wicked person who everyone had been punished.

But he thought about it for so many years, but he couldn't figure out which step was wrong back then, and which step he had to start again. What's more, even eight years later, he still didn't believe in Ah Che's innocence back then.

After a while, Baili Kazama remembered something again, and reached out to try to take off the mask on Hongyi's face, but found that this mask was condensed by mental power, and if she didn't loosen her mental power, she couldn't take it off. Baili Kazama withdrew his hand.

The black distant mountains are connected to the bleak night sky, and the white snowflakes sweep the entire land densely, but at a glance, only the red in front of you is pure.

***

There was endless blackness and a bone-oozing cold. Red-clothed opened his eyes and smiled slowly at the void darkness cut by the fine iron bars.

Suddenly, she moved her arm, and the thick black iron chain that pierced through her lute bone shook with it, and the heavy knocking sound of clanging was incessant, incidentally involving the wounds left on her body after the torture, and the pain that had already solidified spread again.

It's not the first time I've been here, I've been here eight years ago, and I found that even the torture process here is still the same. The pain of the past was so far away that she was almost forgotten, and now she was unconscious, no matter how severe the punishment was.

This Jiahuang Mountain is still like this, standing for thousands of years, pine forests, cliffs and strange rocks, even grass and trees, bricks and tiles, have never changed in any way because of her departure. What has changed is her, she has lost three souls out of seven souls, and she has been dragging a miserable body for eight years to live an ignorant and unconscious life.

When she remembered in a trance, she was in the back mountain, and saw that on the Yunqin Peak, which had been with the wind for a hundred miles, it was still the same as the white horse bones that were full of mountains at the beginning, white and pure, and it bleached away the wanderings of several lifetimes at a glance.

That year, Luofu Chun, which had been brewed for one hundred and twenty years in the sea of flowers with white horse bones, leaned obliquely in the pavilion, squinted and twisted the smile of all beings upside down, and said to her from afar, "Ah Che, this century-old wine, Master is going to get drunk."

It was a very rare time for her to remember, and they got along peacefully. He was really going to get drunk to talk to her like that.

In fact, Hongyi also regretted it, he knew that it was a situation with him drawing his sword now, and he should have left a little more good memory at the beginning, after all, he was a master and apprentice.

It's not that she hasn't envied other masters and apprentices, who are kind and filial, but if this scene should be between her and Baili Feng, it feels nondescript to think about it.

In the darkness, the distant voice that was only in memory suddenly approached, unhurried, and with a lazy determination in his tone: "It lasted longer than I thought." ”

The red clothes wanted to laugh. Everyone else saw his calm and relaxed appearance, but she was the only one who had seen him jump like thunder and want to strangle her.

Then Hongyi really laughed, sounding cold in the silent prison: "Nanqiong is such a big prison, is this the only ability?" Compared to the punishment in the prison of the imperial capital, it is really far from it. ”

Today's Mochiri Kazama and last night's aggressiveness look completely different, but in fact this is his usual face. He leaned against the iron railing, leaning lazily and smiling.

didn't answer immediately, but felt that Hongyi's words didn't look like showing off, but contained a kind of sadness for the past. What's the matter, did she also stay in the imperial capital prison? When the thought hit, Baili Kazuma only felt faintly confused, but subconsciously ignored it, and only said calmly: "I don't have much ability, so I came in person." ”

"How can you get me," counting the desolations of the world, I am afraid that the red clothes are one of the few people who are not afraid of him, and asked sarcastically at this moment, "At least I know Jing Che's whereabouts, you don't know." ”

"You will say it, because you don't want to die yet," Shi Shiran straightened up from the iron fence in the hundred miles of wind, and the red clothes heard the sound of the gourd plug opening, and a faint smell of Luofu spring wine permeated. He took a sip of wine before he gathered his robe and turned sideways to face the red robe.

The fluttering face was close at hand, and it was clearly visible that the green stubble on his chin showed a tendency to grow at will, two unruly sword eyebrows flew obliquely into his sideburns, and his eyes were flowing with glass-like calm and grand broken light: "Last night, I thought you would rather die than give in, but what you swallowed was just a pill to close your mind, if you really want to die, why bother to come here?" ”

"I don't want to die, but you don't want me to die either. So I wondered, what are you threatening me with? ”

Baili Kaze was not in a hurry to refute, and tilted the corners of his mouth: "Do you want to try it?" ”

His voice was very gentle, and his deep voice was spewing with the moisture of wine, as if he was about to get drunk. The wine is still Luo Fuchun, but I don't know if the wine that has been aged for eight more years tastes the same as it was at the beginning.

Hongyi sighed fiercely: "Heh, I want to open my eyes too." ”

Baili Fengjian's eyes were drunk and lazy, but at this time, a precise and fierce light flashed, and before he could see his movements, Hongyi's chin was pinched fiercely, and he was forced to raise his head to stare at Baili Fengjian's eyes.

Hongyi didn't struggle, and a flirtatious smile floated, which was the most familiar look she had practiced in the past few years: "The posture of the Hundred Miles Sword Saint is ambiguous, what do you want to do?" ”

Baili Fengma lazily hooked his lips: "Since Hongyi thinks so, then I will fulfill you." ”

He suddenly firmly held on to Red's waist and leaned over her lips. The black iron chain that ran through the bones of the red-clothed pipa shook in response, and she was stunned, many years ago, this was what she had hoped for in her pink dreams, but now it was like a quagmire shrouded in nightmares. She reacted, violently trying to break free. And he ignored and domineeringly pried open her lips and teeth, and the clear aroma of wine mixed with blood overwhelmed the world, and then a soft and cold pill rolled into her throat.

Baili Fengma left her lips, raised his sleeve and wiped the blood droplets that were bitten out of his mouth, even if he did such a disproportionate thing, he still had an indifferent look. He admits that from the first time he saw the red clothes, he understood that the red clothes were like a kind of poison of temptation. Because like Ah Che, but also because she is not Ah Che.

Emotions inevitably fluctuated, Baili Fengjian made up his mind, straightened up and hid the expression on his face: "Chiming Gu, you must have heard of it." ”

This is a kind of Gu refining in Miao Jiang that has been lost, the Gu will seep into the essence blood and suck people's cultivation until they hollow out people into an empty shell, with no will, but they will not die. People with high cultivation often rely on their will to survive the torture, and once they lose their will, they spit out everything. Chiming Gu is the most vicious method used to extract confessions, and if it is too terrifying, it will gradually disappear.

Before the red clothes could react in the fierce fray, the face behind the mask turned pale in an instant.

"It's just that this Gu - it was asked by Ah Che to ask the priest of Miao Jiang back then," Baili Feng's eyes sank slightly, and he stared at the red clothes calmly, "You don't want to let down Ah Che's things." ”

After saying that, he turned to leave, and left another sentence in a loud voice: "If you open your mouth early, I will give you a good time, presumably you are not willing to be neither human nor ghost, not born and not dead." ”

After a while, the red clothes came back to their senses, and the red lips that still had his taste were bitten out of a few drops of blood, which had already condensed in the cold air. They really can't escape from that mode, give a little sweetness and make up for a few slaps.

She couldn't tell whether it was the poison or his kiss that was tormenting her heart at the moment. This time she admits that he won so beautifully.

She really was, reaping the consequences. Hongyi suddenly burst out laughing, and the laughter melted with fiery despair, which stunned the people who were trying to enter outside the Immortal Prison.

"Uncle Shi, what's inside?" The male voice is clear and respectful.

"It's okay," the sound of the wind blowing through the woods outside became louder, but the words of the wind were not alarmed, "The injured disciples have all been settled?" ”

Red-clothed stopped laughing, and his heart suddenly tightened. The man who talks to the wind of the hundred miles...... Let's fix it too. That senior brother, who is always meticulous and cold, now it seems that he is already the head disciple of the main peak, it seems that the events of the year did not have any impact on him, and the head of the family values him after all.

"The disciples who died in the battle have all collected their bones, and the injured disciples have also been sent to Uncle Lu for treatment. The head master is still in retreat, and the disciple has not reported the matter. ”

"Then needless to say, the reason for the empire's sudden sneak attack on the Southern Dome Sect can be investigated?"

"Judging from the situation in the mountain behind Yunqin Peak, it should be the Imperial Major General Xiao Shen and the Red Yi who wanted to steal the Mirror Boundary Stone, but they were counterattacked by the divine power of the Zhenshitai and were discovered when they fled in a hurry, which caused a vicious battle."

"Oh? It's all in the town stone platform......" put away his lazy expression, and his sword eyebrows frowned slightly.

"The disciple has another strange thing......" Ye Xiu's tone was quite hesitant, and Baili Kazama motioned for him to continue, "I heard from the surviving disciple that Xiao Shen wanted to kill him, but was stopped by the red clothes. The disciple always felt strange, so he wanted to come and meet the red clothes. ”

Baili Fengma squinted in the snow: "You go in." ”

Ye Xiu raised his head slightly, his expression was cold and rigorous, and his tone was still respectful: "Senior uncle, I heard that the red clothes are ...... Much like Acher? ”

Baili Kaze didn't seem to be touched, and he didn't know what he was thinking and didn't answer. After a while, he untied the wine gourd around his waist and poured a sip of wine slowly: "Go in." ”