"Oh, no, I need to take a break. ”

A dirty white gown, two obvious dark circles under his eyes, Xiao Cong had a splitting headache, held the table step by step to the chair and sat down, his head was on the back of the chair, his legs were spread, his arms were drooping, his face was not turned, he raised his hand and groped around on the table next to him, grabbed the celadon delicate teapot and put it to his mouth is a burst of whale swallowing cow drink, the tea overflowed from the corner of his mouth, flowed through his neck and poured into his chest, but he didn't seem to be aware of the cold in this autumn season.

After sitting for a while, estimating that the sky was about to dawn, Xiao Cong shook his head vigorously, and supported his body with the help of the armrests on both sides of the chair, but under that flick, his hair seemed to become more messy.

There are still a few cold stars in the night sky, but the half of the cold crescent moon is even more lonely, and the shadows of the trees are swaying under the moonlight, Xiao Cong is walking on the road to the highest point of the holy city, and he is alone, and he also looks so lonely.

A few jumps came to the high platform, through the cold moonlight, you can see Xiao Cong who jumped on the high platform grinning for a while, and then, he sat cross-legged, solemn, motionless.

When the first glimmer of dawn appeared in the eastern sky, the moment when the white of the fish belly was suddenly opened, Xiao Cong's eyes opened suddenly, there seemed to be some kind of wonderful connection or induction, in the end it was still unpredictable, a trace of purple light flashed in his eyes, from the strange to nature, from boiling to calm, as if this moment had never happened, and as if it was really happened, but not in the same person.

The cold autumn dew is heavy, and the cold and biting dew has soaked the clothes, making people feel extremely uncomfortable, and this dew seems to carry an innate cold, which is sad to the bone marrow, causing a faint pain in the joints.

Xiao Cong stood up slowly, his dew-soaked hair sticking together against his scalp, drooping down one by one, his body was straight, his arms were so naturally drooping, his face was cold, and he was looking ahead.

The inner world was dead silent, but it was not lonely, but there was a strange tranquility that filled it, Xiao Cong didn't know anything about it, as his seemingly unfocused eyes showed, he felt that what he saw was a quiet and pure white color.

The sun rises higher and higher, the sun begins to become blazing, in the early autumn season, it is warm and cold, the sun shines on his body, and a piece of warmth flows around his body, making him feel extremely comfortable.

Xiao Cong slowly paced back to the post station, pushed the door in, and became more and more lost, because he felt that the feeling of peace before was becoming less and less, and there was no trace of it at this time, but the feeling was familiar, and he vaguely felt that he had that feeling before, but he couldn't remember when it was.

A strange heaviness once again permeated his body.

According to the convention, he sorted himself up and down, so no matter how embarrassed Xiao Cong was before dawn, he was always new when he greeted the next day.

It stands to reason that he should go to the room where the formation was refined yesterday to continue his work today, but he didn't want to go there today, as for the reason—he didn't know why, but after weighing it, he felt that out of politeness, he should go and visit the old flame-loving beast, and the old flame-loving beast should still be there at this time.

Gently pushing open the carved wooden door, Xiao Cong saw at a glance the old flame-loving beast lying on the chair like a red fox dog, his eyes closed lightly, and his chin was cushioned on his forelimbs, showing a nonchalant look.

"Xiao Cong greeted his seniors. ”

Xiao Cong leaned forward slightly and saluted the old flame-loving beast lying on the table.

"I don't know if the seniors have any instructions today, but if there is, the younger generations will do their best. ”

The old flame-loving beast was still lying on its stomach as carelessly as before, motionless and silent, but the eyelashes that were particularly obvious in the background of the black wood carved chair were trembling slightly, but it unexpectedly betrayed his coldness.

Xiao Cong knew that he was bored, and he didn't want to stay longer, so he bowed again and said, "If the seniors have nothing to say, the juniors will say goodbye first, and come to visit the seniors tomorrow." ”

As he spoke, Xiao Cong turned around and was about to leave,

"Boy, you wait. ”

"Oh, what did the seniors command?"

Xiao Cong turned around, he really didn't expect that this time the arrogant and withdrawn old flame-loving beast would actually respond to him.

"I'd like to ask you what you think of last night's events. ”

Xiao Cong's eyes rolled three times, and he pretended to be suspicious:

"Oh, what is the matter that the predecessor said? ”

The old flame-loving beast raised his head and looked at the thirteen "mud blocks" in the magic circle in the southwest corner of the room, in fact, the name of this thing is "Nirvana Coffin", and the yellow mud used by Xiao Cong is not an ordinary yellow mud, but a rare yellow spring mud in the entire Xuanzhen Realm, he can get these, it is all based on the Xiao family's accumulation of many years and his own creation, obviously, these things are not a secret to the old flame-loving beast, and the experience of the old antique is not blown out.

Knowing that there was no way to avoid it, Xiao Cong smiled and said:

"It turns out that the senior refers to the formation puppet made by the junior last night, what's the matter, what's the problem?"

"Boy, you're very dishonest!" the old flame-loving beast said coldly.

A smile slowly solidified on Xiao Cong's milky little face, the corners of his curved mouth and his black hair hanging from his shoulders looked particularly good in the sun, but this smile did not come from the heart, but it seemed to be a kind of helplessness, a kind of cover-up.

The two looked at each other, silent, fixed, only the hustle and bustle from the window was still in their ears, everything seemed to be frozen, even the sunlight was isolated.

After a while, Xiao Cong put away his smile, his face was straight, he adjusted his posture to make it easier for him to look at the old flame-loving beast, his gaze was calm, and the silence made people feel a little cold.

"Then what do you think I'm doing here? ”

The old flame-loving beast shook its head, but the fierceness in its eyes did not decrease in the slightest,

"As the fourth son of your Xiao family, why did you come to do this in person, and where did you get this cute demon technique. ”

"Are you doubting my identity?"

The old flamelover shook his head,

"There's a lot of things in this world that are so much more important than identity, and I just wonder why?"

"Is it okay to be entrusted by others and to be loyal?"

"What else?"

"My master is a Heavenly Dao Weng!" Xiao Cong replied lazily.

Hearing this, the old flame-loving beast was slightly stunned, and said to himself while nodding his head:

"That makes sense......"

In fact, what he should have understood a long time ago was just that he was used to seeing Xiao Cong's appearance, but he forgot that Xiao Cong's master was a Tiandao Weng, and there was such a maverick master, if he taught an apprentice who followed the rules, it would be a strange thing.

Originally, the monster might have wanted to say something, but he just opened his mouth slightly, and there was a pause or two, and after saying "You go", there was no follow-up.

Xiao Cong walked out of the room, turned around and gently closed the carved wooden door, the old monster looked at the back of Xiao Cong's departure, silent for a while, his red eyes were deep, like an endless blood-stained starry sky, wanting to see through the world, see through, for a long time, he let out a heavy and long sigh:

"This son is so young, why is his thoughts so heavy......