Suddenly, on the side of the bonfire, the figures of the two flashed, you came and went, and the sound of swords colliding was endless.

After a while, the two of them continued, shooting out a few sword qi from time to time, stirring up the bonfire and extinguishing a lot.

Fan Feng frowned coldly: "Stop." ”

However, the two fought fiercely and did not hear it at all.

The old man's face was slightly gloomy, and Yuan Ying coerced out, pressing straight to the two: "Stop." ”

Only then did the two stop moving, and Qiu Shao put away his sword and looked at Qi Mo, who was slightly disheveled: "I will spare you this time." ”

The man was not angry: "Who is afraid and who doesn't know." ”

The woman sat back down: "Tomorrow continues." ”

Qi Mo snorted coldly, walked back, took out the medicine bottle and wiped it on his arm: "Tomorrow, the young master must get it back." ”

After finishing speaking, he tidied up his clothes slightly, but he caught a glimpse of Bai Xuan's people looking over one after another, and their faces were a little ugly: "Give me a quick rest." ”

In an instant, everyone retracted their necks and slept with their eyes closed.

Qi Mo glanced at Qiu Shao: "One day, this young master will defeat you." ”

The woman covered her ears and turned directly to the side, her back to him.

Qi Mo: "..."

The night is like an indissolvable thick ink soaked in the endless forest, the evening breeze is cool, shuttling between the trees wantonly, without any order, and the fallen leaves are even more swaying, like a drunk who has drunk, I don't know where to drift.

Suddenly, somewhere in the forest, I remembered a sound.

"Don't... Don't come here..."

"I'm going to kill you... They all have to die..."

“… Let me out..."

The hammock began to sway, and the young man's ten fingers sank deep into the futon, whispering, and the thin sweat on his forehead was layer after layer, wetting the ink hair.

Jun Qing suddenly opened his eyes and hugged the person into his arms, the young man struggled desperately, the demonic energy around his body loomed, his arms accumulated strength, and he subconsciously wanted to attack the other party.

However, in the next moment, a golden light shot into the center of his eyebrows, and the young man's body slowly calmed down, and it didn't take long for his breathing to gradually return to normal.

Jun looked at him lightly, his dark eyes seemed to melt into the night, and all kinds of thoughts were stirring in it, this was not the first time, he had also been in the previous planes, and he dreamed back at midnight, always having inexplicable nightmares.

Who is he? And where did it come from? What's the secret? What's the connection with her? What kind of nightmare can inspire demonic energy? With a strong killing intent, who is he going to kill?

Jun Qing was thinking about it, and the young man suddenly rubbed into his arms, his arms wrapped around her waist, and his body trembled slightly, like a helpless deer, wanting to absorb a little warmth.

She lowered her head and kissed the top of each other's hair, patted the back of the little man with her right, and then another, gently, gently and patiently.

Slowly, Rong Li's body relaxed, and his head was unconsciously buried in the opponent's neck socket.

Jun smiled lightly, and looked up like the boundless night, the towering ancient trees around him stood like giant beasts, and the sound of leaves rubbing against each other sounded from time to time, but she felt extremely warm, greedy hope that this moment would be eternal, as if revenge was not worth mentioning compared to the person in her arms.

The corners of Junqing's lips are slightly upturned, like a warm breeze blowing by, stunning the time, gentle the years, and warming the night.

The beast under the tree rolled over, raised its eyelids and looked at the hammock overhead, and then lay on the ground and continued to sleep, its long tail wrapping itself tightly like a pile of cotton.

Time gradually drifted by in the cold wind of the night, and the morning sun was yellow and shining, sprinkled down through the cracks in the branches.