Wei Zhi was tired of crying, and slowly fell asleep in Di Xin's arms.

The sound of shallow breathing sounded, and he curled up in the man's arms uneasily, and the whole person looked like a soft and well-behaved rag doll.

But in fact, she is not such a soft character.

The Wasteland Glacier is Di Xin's Zhihai Ling Mansion, and the vast snowfield has been burned by the black dead air.

Desolation and annihilation, dark and gloomy.

He hugged Wei Zhi, who was crying and sleeping, and sat with his legs bent expressionlessly, and there were dense emotions belonging to Wei Zhi from his heart.

Di Xin let the flood of emotions and feel it little by little.

Restless, distressed.

He lowered his head and licked his partner's cheek a little until he had all the tears gone.

"It's so bitter"

Two hours later

Wei Zhi opened her eyes and blinked her long eyelashes, and she saw Di Xin, whose breath was wrong.

"Xiao Xin"

Wei Zhi called him cautiously, let Di Xin hug him tightly, and gently reached out to touch his face.

"Sorry to scare you. I'm fine now."

"When the mission is complete, shall I tell you a secret?"

After Wei Zhi finished venting his emotions, his current state of mind has calmed down.

Di Xin also didn't feel the great uneasiness and panic, and the emotion he couldn't understand, his name was: guilt.

"Can't say it now?"

Wei Zhi sat up straight and raised her head, the two were already close, and as soon as she raised her head and leaned up, her lips touched Di Xin's chin.

"Can't say"

The soft touch made Di Xin's eyes dissipate the chill, and he lowered his head to kiss him, becoming more and more fierce.

"Good"

He replied to Wei Zhi.

No one knows that the Ghost King's loyalty to his partner, just like his strength, has already reached its peak.

But at the same time, it is full of morbid possessive control.

Until the curtain fell and Di Xin's skillful movements began, Wei Zhi smiled and wrapped his neck around his neck, acquiescing in closeness.

not only let him toss, but also took a bite of Di Xin.

"Don't move, let me come."

Di Xin looked at his partner sitting on top of him and muttered, "But Zhizhi's physical strength is too poor..."

"Shut up!"

Wei Zhi kissed him fiercely and pulled the placket of his clothes.

Everything goes naturally, and it is very tacit.

...

I don't know how long it took, when he walked out of the Spirit Mansion, Wei Zhi's cultivation was already in the Yuan Infant Stage.

With every step, she felt like she was full of inexhaustible spiritual power.

"It's really cheating!"

The pure spiritual power is running in the body, and the "yang energy" that has not fully absorbed the Di Xin is slowly transforming.

"So Zhizhi can do it with me every day, and he will be an earth immortal in less than a hundred years."

Wei Zhi: "......"

The offer was somewhat tempting.

Di Xin took her hand and released a pure black unicorn beast, which was not majestic at all.

Wei Zhi wanted to reach out and touch its beard, but was blocked by Di Xin, "Don't touch it"

Wei Zhi, who was speechless again, had no choice but to give up.

For Di Xin's various behaviors, as long as it doesn't make her uncomfortable, she can tolerate it.

"Vinegar essence", after complaining, she flew on the back of the unicorn and sat down.

The warm chest quickly came to her back, and she reached over and hugged her tightly.

"The branches can only touch me"

As he spoke, Di Xin gestured, and the black unicorn immediately spread its hooves, sneezed and ran.

Gently rocks up and down like a baby crankster.

The fierce wind had only reached Wei Zhi's face, and it was swept away by the barrier set by Di Xin, leaving only a gentle breeze.

Wei Zhi ignored the vinegar essence and simply sat cross-legged.

She meditated quietly, trying to refine the remaining energy in her body.

After Wei Zhi entered the state, Di Xin slowly let go of her waist, and suddenly there was an extra book in her palm.

Two figures, one tall and one short, sat together affectionately and harmoniously.

One hour later, the black unicorn strode into the huge formation.

Southwestern Frontier

The demon clan and the immortal descendants are fighting each other.

With the Chishui River as the boundary, the two clans could not distinguish between victory and defeat for a while.

Wei Zhi opened his eyes, released his consciousness, and saw Nanmin's disciples from a distance, as well as Xiqi disciples who were setting up formations in the air?

"Liyao"

Wei Zhi muttered, and in the next second, he felt a cold breath coming from his side.

"What does Zhizhi want him to do?"

"Do you want to make him cry today?"

"I'll come"

As he spoke, Di Xin got up with a gloomy and unhappy face, and the tips of his fingers were wrapped in black mist.