Xie Yindeng knew that Xihe was difficult, especially since he had been locked up in this dark dungeon for three hundred years, his already bad temper would definitely become more stinky and harder.

After learning of Shen's condition, he stopped speaking, and returned to his previous state, curled up in the corner motionless.

Xie Yindeng was not annoyed, but he was about to get moldy, so he sat down against the iron railing and thought about countermeasures.

According to Qin Xiao's style of acting, he will bring someone to interrogate her in no more than two days at most.

More than 130 people up and down Huan Feng died in a sword to seal their throats, and the whereabouts of the sect leader Shen Huai are unknown, if this matter spreads, the entire cultivation world will be in turmoil.

After all, the Xuanyang Sect is the first sect in the Jiuding Continent, and its status and influence are extraordinary.

Xie Yindeng was a little surprised, in the original book, the Xuanyang Sect also suffered a catastrophe, but the time and place of that time were not in Huan Peak, but in the second month after the new beginner disciple came back from the mountain experience.

The Treasure Pavilion was ransacked, Jiang Fei, who was guarding the Treasure Pavilion, was seriously injured, the spiritual root was almost destroyed, and all the other disciples were killed.

After this incident, the vitality of the Xuanyang Sect was greatly damaged, causing an uproar in the cultivation world.

Xie Yindeng supported his head with one hand, and wrote and drew on the floor with the other.

She simply pulled out a timeline, and then wrote down the important plots of this life, and after comparing them one by one, she found that the plot in the book had become unrecognizable.

In the original book, after the original owner was punished and confined to Wuliang Peak, the Xuanyang Sect returned to its previous calm, and the cultivation of the heroine Ye Congyun also improved by leaps and bounds in these three months, and the results broke through to the late stage of Jindan.

However, after Xie Yindeng wore the book, there have been disputes within the Xuanyang Sect, and the disciples have suffered countless deaths and injuries.

If she hadn't been convinced that she wasn't a big villain, she would have suspected that she was really possessed by Conan, and wherever she went, there would be murders.

She suddenly sighed, raised her hand to cross out the timeline on the ground, and just crossed out half of it, when a gust of wind suddenly blew behind her, straight to her back.

Xie Yinlan instinctively rolled on the ground, and a stone grazed her shoulder and shot into the opposite wall.

If she hadn't dodged, the stone would have hit her heart!

Xie Yindeng's eyes sank, and when he turned his head to look, he saw that Xihe had moved, he was standing by the iron railing, not looking at her at all, but focusing on the painting she hadn't finished covering.

She hurriedly walked over, trying to completely destroy the calligraphy and paintings, but her legs seemed to be bound by an invisible hand, and she couldn't move at all.

Xie Yindeng gritted his teeth and walked forward, only taking a small step.

She gave up struggling in an instant, and when she walked over, Xihe had already finished reading the things on the ground, so why bother doing useless work.

Anyway, she uses a modern font, and the time is all Alaba numerals, so I don't believe he can read it.

Sure enough, after Xihe finished reading it, he immediately raised his eyes to look at her, "What did you write?" ”

Xie Yindeng avoided answering, frowning and looking at his legs, which were impaired with mobility.

This person is as arrogant as Shen Yu, and it is really unpleasant to ask her to answer her questions and solve her doubts, and she looks arrogant.

Xihe's face was expressionless, and the hand behind her moved slightly, and the force that bound her legs disappeared in an instant.

He said in a deep voice, "Now you can talk about it." ”

Xie Yindeng finally regained his freedom, strode over, and removed the remaining calligraphy and paintings on the ground.

When everything was done, she met Xihe's scrutinizing and cold eyes, and said in confusion: "Xihe's predecessors haven't seen this?" ”

Of course Xihe has never seen it, he has been locked up here for three hundred years, he has not said a word, and the only thing he can do is sleep.

His thin lips pursed slightly, his expression was very displeased, this woman is really not afraid of death, dare to laugh at him for not understanding!

The more Xihe thought about it, the more angry he became, but he became silent, his cold gaze moved from her slender neck to her limbs, and he didn't know if her small body could withstand his torture.

Xie Yindeng only felt that Xihe's eyes looking at her made people's scalps tingle, and he subconsciously took a step back, "It's normal that Xihe's predecessors haven't seen it, and I don't know much about it." These things are left behind by a ascending power, which can not only record the exercises, but also cultivate sentiments like playing chess. ”

"Xihe senior, do you want to try it?"

When Xihe heard her say this, his murderous heart calmed down a little, but looking at her immature face, he inexplicably had an urge to get rid of it.

The hand behind him clenched violently, and he raised his chin slightly arrogantly: "How to play?" ”

A quarter of an hour later.

Xie Yindeng looked at the boxy grid on the ground, held the stone and drew a circle at the intersection of the straight line and the horizontal line, and immediately connected it into a straight line with the four circles in front of him.

She smiled and said to Xihe, who had a gloomy expression on the other side: "Senior Xihe, I won this game again." ”

Xihe snorted coldly and said unwillingly: "Come again!" ”

Xie Yindeng and Xihe played backgammon, ten in a row, all of which were won by her.

Xihe has a bad temper, but his character is good, even if he loses again and again, he is not angry, but he is high-spirited and vows to win her.

Xie Yindeng took the trouble to play with him, and it wasn't until the fiftieth game that he released a little water and let him win.

Xihe kept a straight face, and after seeing the five forks connected in a straight line, a smile suddenly appeared on his lips, but it was fleeting.

He coughed lightly and glanced at Xie Yindeng, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, "Say, what do you want me to do for you?" ”

Xie Yindeng bent his eyebrows, "Senior Xihe is serious, I don't want you to help me do anything, I just want you to don't do anything for a while." ”

Xihe was stunned, and a trace of surprise and annoyance flashed in his eyes: "Xie Yindeng, are you fooling me?" ”

Xie Yindeng hurriedly shook his head and looked at the iron door at the end of the corridor: "Senior Xihe, if someone comes in in a while, please don't do it for the sake of me accompanying you to relieve your boredom." ”

Xihe didn't respond, and when he saw Xie Yindeng's pleading face, he nodded in a deep voice: "Okay, I can not do it, but you have to tell me the reason." ”

Xie Yindeng stood up from the ground: "My master will come to see me soon, I don't want him to be injured, so I want to ask my seniors to be merciful and not to do anything to my master." ”

Xihe glanced at her up and down, and suddenly said with pity: "Xie Yindeng, how weak is your master, and you still need you to protect him?" ”

Xie Yindeng quickly retreated to the corner: "My master is Mingxu Immortal Venerable." ”

Mingxu Immortal Venerable?!

Isn't that Shen delusional!

Xihe's breath suddenly became disordered, and his long hair was windless, and his eyes looked at Xie Yindeng's eyes, and he couldn't wait to break her body into pieces, but when he touched the gadgets on the ground, the killing intent subsided a lot.

He turned around and snuggled back into the corner without saying a word.

Xie Yindeng covered her neck in fear, if Xihe didn't stop just now, she would definitely be in danger.

Her clothes were already soaked with cold sweat, her hands and feet were trembling slightly, and the feeling of dying was really uncomfortable.

Just as the two were secretly arguing, the iron door at the end of the corridor was opened, and a red figure walked straight towards the cell where the two were located.

Every step is like walking on Xie Yin's heart.