Ning An's gaze really wanted to give a little to the woman.

This is probably the so-called river demon?

The river demon who was abandoned by the scumbag and has been resentful for a long time?

Ning An resisted his curiosity and refocused his gaze on Yao Shuang and Venerable Xuanye.

The man in white was pale, his eyes were slightly closed at this time, and he leaned on Yao Shuang's shoulder obediently.

The sun is just right, and the whole town of Wutong seems to be glowing with new vitality.

Murong An almost rushed to Yao Shuang, looking at the pity and smile on the woman's face, he stiffly slowed down again.

"Shuang'er......" Murong An opened his mouth for a long time, but only shouted such a name.

He didn't know what to say.

Obviously, his wife was holding other men in her arms, but he didn't even have the courage to ask.

Now that such a name is called, he bears great panic.

Such panic is not groundless.

Because when Yao Shuang's eyes looked at him, they were full of alienation and coldness.

"General Murong, my name... Yaoshu. ”

When Yao Shuang looked at Murong An, there was no wave in his heart.

In the past few years, she has lost her memory and recognized the wrong person, and she has indeed lived in Wutong Town for a long time.

But so what.

In just a few years, it is only a matter of time in the thousand-year life of a cultivator.

She is Yaoshu, not Yao Shuang.

She made it clear.

Murong An looked at Yao Shuang, his lips trembled, and he didn't say a word.

He was afraid... Afraid to hear more.

I finally thought that nothing had happened, and when I was about to speak, a voice had already interjected.

"The younger generation doesn't know, please forgive Venerable Yaoshu." Wen Luoyan pointed the tip of his knife downward, held the hilt, and bowed emptily.

The young man in red still had blood beads on his side face, and his voice was warm and modest, but he clearly saw no humility.

The word wanton arrogance seems to be engraved in the soul of this person.

Yao Shuang's gaze turned to Wen Luoyan.

To be precise, he looked at the black knife.

Teenager, she didn't recognize.

But the knife is a well-known demon knife in the cultivation realm.

"Lingyun Sect, Ethereal Peak, Yunqing Song."

Yun Qingge also stood over, and bending down was considered a salute.

"This time... Thank you very much. Yao Shuang smiled faintly when she heard Lingyun Sect.

Ning An and Feng Qi came over.

Yao Shuang's gaze naturally fell on Ning An's body.

This girl...... She loved it.

Ning An smiled shyly, hiding embarrassment inside.

What to do?

She poured poisonous chicken soup for several days.

Wait a minute......

Ning An thought of a more serious question as he smiled.

Did she use it in front of Venerable Yaoshu.... Wind and frost tricks?

"......" Ning An fell silent, and lowered her head and awkwardly kneaded the fox's ears.

The fox's head kept shrinking into Ning An's arms, and finally when he couldn't bear to slap Ning An's hand away, his eyes inevitably touched the bruise.

Finally held back.

"General Murong, the river demon has been removed, can you stay in the General's Mansion for a few days?" Yao Shuang hugged Xuan Ye Zhenren, turned her head to look at Murong An, and her voice was faint.

Between her and Rong An, there are still many secrets that have not been clarified.

All this will have to wait for Rong An to wake up.

The true qi is thin, and even the pulse is a little unstable, and Rong An's internal injuries are a little serious.

Murong An: ......

Murong An didn't know what he was feeling in his heart, he only knew that he couldn't refuse such a polite request.

Her request.

He has always had a hard time refusing.

*

Ning An went back to his room, and the whole person was spread out on the bed, like mud.

"Hey, get up and talk!"

The woman's voice exploded in Ning An's ears again, and Ning An, who listened to it, turned over and rolled directly into the quilt.

She couldn't hear it.

Can't hear you!

Xiaohong didn't know where she went, and when she came back, there was no shadow.

But her fox is so powerful, she is not worried at all.

Ning An's eyelashes fluttered, and the woman's pale face appeared in front of her without warning.

Ning'an: ......

"Ahh

The screams will be late, but will never be absent.

【？？？ The system looked at Ning An, who jumped up from the bed, and expressed his incomprehension.

How... It's been so long, and you haven't been able to be a qualified cultivator?

No, what's it called? Isn't it just a river demon?

Ning'an: ???

She...... How could she take her head off in her bed!

It's outrageous! This is unbearable!

The woman frowned and looked at Ning An, who was screaming, and only after a while did she speak with a little disgust: "The sword in your hand is an artifact of the Qinghe era." ”

This girl is obviously only a teenager, but she is contaminated with the atmosphere of the previous era.

Ning'an: ......

The River Demon also... Quite knowledgeable?

"It's... So what? Ning An took the broken frost into his arms and stared at the woman vigilantly.

Woman: "......"

You don't have to put the "you're bad" label on her face.

She's just... It's just a bit of resentment.

Grievances from thousands of years ago.

"Since we met, it's fate." The woman threw something out of her hand and landed right in Ning An's arms.

Ning An didn't avoid it, but at this moment, the system prompt sounded.

【Ding! Pick up the key item: Artifact Hongmeng Pen]

Ning An hurriedly picked up the object in his hand.

A pen.

It looks like a normal brush.

Unexpectedly... It's still an artifact.

"Well, I've got you." The woman looked at Ning An's expression with a little disdain.

With that, turn around and leave.

"Where are you going!" Ning An looked at the woman's back and asked quickly.

"Leave, you're in charge of a lot." The woman didn't turn her head back and disappeared from Ning An's field of vision.

Ning'an: ???

What a strange NPC this is!

Artifacts are something that is said to be given, and when it's finished, it's gone, and there's not even a hidden plot.

It's too rudimentary, it's not scientific.

Ning An also looked at the direction in which the woman disappeared, looking through the autumn water.

Then I saw a white figure.

"Little Red!" Ning An looked at the silver-haired young man and jumped up from the bed excitedly, "Where have you been?" ”

I still know how to come back.

Pei Yi: ......

System:......

Pei Yi looked at the girl's bright smile for a moment, and the hand holding the medicine bottle tightened.

Ning An watched the young man walk up to her without saying a word, and grabbed her arm.

"What's wrong?" Ning An asked, and then began to laugh, "Xiaohong... Itchy! ”

Laughing tremblingly, the whole person was about to fall crooked on the bed.

The young man's silver hair was unrestrained, and it seemed to cut through her arms.

Pei Yi was dyed with some impatience between his eyebrows, and with a little effort, he pulled the girl back strongly.

The powder was sprinkled on the red and swollen area of the wrist and kneaded.

Now Ning An is no longer itchy, it hurts.

Subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand: "It hurts! Tap, tap! ”

Xiaohong's hands are so heavy!

However, there was no twitching, the boy tightly imprisoned her arm, and a hint of irritation flashed in the pretty fox's eyes.

The voices were a little angry.

"Bear with me."

*

The woman looked at the sun and felt like she was in a different world.

This is not the era of Qinghe.

Has it been so long?

Looking at the back of Yaoshu guarding the man's side, the woman was envious.

It turns out that there is really love, and you can be fearless of life and death.

Even if... The other party has long been unrecognizable, and he doesn't mind.

The woman watched her body slowly become transparent in the sunlight, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Don't be envious.

Don't love, she can be free and easy.

scattered between heaven and earth, like the wind, like rain.