Deep in the Endless Forest.

Purple-black smoke filled the cave like a snake, hissing and hoarse.

The bare skin of the girl lying in the thick purple-black smoke was covered with purple-black scales, and she reluctantly raised her head, her purple-black vertical pupils continued to overflow with black blood.

The cheeks are covered with scales, and the ears are like shark fins spreading backwards, not human-like.

The long man leaned down and his slender fingers touched the purple-black scales on her cheek.

A hint of coolness.

Hiss –

The purple-black scales retreated as quickly as if they had seen a natural predator, and they actually stopped spreading.

"Yi Jue...?"

The girl's slightly cold voice seems to be overlapped by a demonic voice, which is slightly weird.

"Is that you..."

She struggled to open her eyes, but the purple-black vertical pupils were overflowing with blood, blurry, and she couldn't see anything clearly.

The body shape is Yijue, and even the breath is also.

However, there seems to be something different.

A faint coolness surrounded her, and her whole body seemed to be soaked in cold water, and the heat and pain were instantly relieved. Slowly opening her eyes, the paper kite realized that she seemed to be being held in her arms, and her body was cool, and it was layered into her body.

A chill on the lips.

The long eyelashes trembled, blurry, as if I saw a white side.

After that, he fell into infinite darkness.

The body of the girl in her arms was soft and cold, and the purple-black scales that were covered were slowly fading, revealing her skin that was so pale that there was no blood. The purple-black smoke shuttled like a snake, spitting purple letters.

The man lowered his head, ready to let go of the girl in his arms.

The smoke passed through, and the girl curled up close to him, murmuring unconsciously.

"A-Niang, it's so cold..."

...

A group of centaurs sped through the jungle.

The white dove rode a horse, and several white doves flew beside him, "Go, this way." So saying, she rode in the other direction, and the car behind her hurried to follow, and the wheels passed with a bone-chilling sound.

The curtain was lifted, and Su Jiuyue looked at her, "White Pigeon, when will Qingluan come to meet us?" ”

"Come on, we'll see them when we get to Xicheng." The white dove said, his eyes constantly looking around.

It has been attacked by various forces for several days, and the manpower has been greatly reduced.

Fortunately, the people who died were all from the Yao family's forces, but fortunately, in the past two days, the guards of the two forces have been added, which has expanded the team and ensured the safety of Su Jiuyue and the others. In addition to the forces of the cultivation realm, the demon clan was also involved.

Subsequently, Feng Yicen also summoned his subordinates, and he acted vigorously and skillfully.

I don't know if it's because Qingluan is not there, Feng Yicen has a straight face all day long, almost not giving people a good look, and when he gets closer, it seems to have entered the air dozens of degrees below zero, and it is shivering.

Swish!

Several black shadows appeared out of thin air beside the white dove.

"White pigeon girl, the front is also cleared."

The man dressed as the first guard spoke in a low voice, this person was the powerful secret guard beside Feng Yicen, named No. 1.

"Okay, keep walking."

The white dove nodded, opened his hand and flew a flock of white pigeons, lifted the reins and continued on his way.

The dark shadow behind him disappeared in an instant.

It's been a week, the clothes are flying, and the long hair of the white dove is gently raised with the breeze.

Qingluan said that the time of that chip is seven days, that is to say, Qingluan should be about to wake up. Several white doves, under her control, flew in several other directions.

You'll need to get in touch with them quickly.

The breeze is blowing.

Su Jiuyue looked at the white dove riding away in front of him, and then looked at the huge team that was ready to go, and silently lowered the curtain. Everyone is fighting to protect her, but she can only hide in the carriage and can't help anything.

She couldn't help but turn her head sideways, the man used to play chess alone.

The posture is elegant, noble and cold.

He is always so cold and elegant, calm and unhurried, and his temperament is elegant and extraordinary, just like those immortals who are high above and do not stain a trace of mortal dust.

Master... Where did he go?