As the night passed, the sky grew brighter.

Qingluan got up from the bed, yawned, and opened her eyes to see that the paper kite had returned, sitting at the table and drinking water. "How's it going, have you collected anything?"

"Nope." The paper kite shook its head.

There was a huge force lingering in the Immortal Palace, and the paper kite didn't dare to go over without permission.

"Take your time, I'm going to see that cold night real person today!" Qingluan rolled up his sleeves, picked up the basin and went out to fetch water.

After washing, a senior brother came to the courtyard and asked Qingluan and a few people to follow him.

Along the way, several people kept looking.

There was a huge silver sword statue in the center of the training ground, and the young men and women wearing the school uniforms of the Changxian Sect were gesturing with wooden swords, one move and one style, which looked a little strange, Qingluan looked at it a few times, and then withdrew his gaze.

When entering the Changxian Palace, Qingluan obviously felt a chill on his body.

She raised her head slightly, looked around, and it felt like it should be an enchantment just now, an enchantment used to detect monsters?

Shen Yanmei gently pulled Qingluan's sleeve, and the moment she raised her head, she suddenly lost her voice, Qingluan glanced at her in surprise, and also raised her head, and immediately knew Shen Yanmei's stunned.

It is as cold as a flower, like a carved painting.

The long hair like ink, smooth and smooth like fine silk satin, is covered in snow-white satin. Dressed in a fox coat, the slender fingers holding the jade chess, crystal like jade, white like Ying, he sat quietly and elegantly, indescribably ethereal and dusty, and descended to earth.

The facial features are deep, like a perfect jade carving with delicate distinctions.

Beneath the ink eyebrows are a pair of stunning dark blue magnificent eyes.

Qingluan subconsciously showed a little surprise, this person? Could it be a real person on a cold night? What a delicate face.... It's even more beautiful than Xia Changge, I feel that this person has a fairy aura on him.

It has a completely different temperament from Shimo.

Qingluan really wanted to open his eyes and take a look at this person's data!

Forcibly suppressing the thoughts in his heart, Qingluan turned his head and looked at the other person who was playing chess with the real person in the cold night, and was shocked again.

His face was handsome, and his eyebrows were picturesque.

The dark blue robe, the clothes hang lightly, and the bones are evenly fingered with jade chess, which is rich and charming, giving people a noble and heroic momentum. Dark blue eyes like jewels, clear but bottomless, under the high bridge of the nose, light thin lips lightly curvature.

It adds a bit of elegance and charm.

This person...?

It can't be that sect master, right? Qingluan has a black line, this Changxian Sect simply changed its name to the Beautiful Male Sect, the sect masters are so beautiful?!

Among the few people, except for Qingluan, who was sober and complained in his heart, the rest of the people looked at the two people playing chess in shock, their eyes were amazed and stunned, and they all forgot to salute for a while.

Qingluan quickly glanced at a few people, and found that among the same inner disciples as her, only the girl with the mutated spirit root came back to her senses the fastest, although her eyes were still amazing, but there was no light of obsession and love.

After thinking about it, Qingluan remembered what her name seemed to be, Mei Xuetian! Right!

Will it be the main character?

Qingluan took a look at this slim girl, the protagonist of this world is either a genius or a fake waste material, anyway, in the end, he is still a genius, this Mei Xuetian has a mutated spiritual root thunder attribute on her body, and she is not obsessed with male sex, which is very in line with the character of the protagonist? !

Looks like we'll have to make friends with her.

There is a high chance that the seed will be generated in the protagonist's body, but there will also be a part of it in other people's bodies, or high-ranking powers, or ordinary people, there is nothing fixed, but Qingluan found a common denominator.

More than two-thirds of these seeds will be in women.

She has only encountered several worlds once, and the seed is in a copycat leader. The only male, does these people have anything in common? Qingluan couldn't think of a reason.

When Qingluan was looking at these people, there were also many people looking at her quietly.

"Senior brother, you lost." The voice was as warm as jade, and the fingers of the joints were even, and the jade fell on the chessboard.

The dark blue robe hung down, and the pale thin lips showed a light smile.

Qingluan turned his head sideways, his eyes fell on the chessboard, and after a few glances, he silently turned away, oh I don't understand.

The slender fingers hung lightly, and the jade fell into the jade plate with a crisp sound.

The real person smiled slightly and did not speak, gorgeous as a carved painting, with eyelashes hanging like ink slightly raised, dark blue magnificent eyes, like the proud ice lotus on the top of the snow-capped mountain stained with mortal dust, cold and elegant, as if seeing flowers in the fog, the moon in the water, charming but not real.

He stood up, the wide fox fur sprinkled with prosperous light and shadow, and the snow-white satin almost dragged to the ground, but it was not stained with a trace of dust.

Qingluan was slightly surprised, this person's every move was cold and elegant, as if he did not touch the prosperity of the world, elegant and noble, and dusty like a fairy.