Luo Qingyin walked back to the Pillow Xia Palace, only to feel that someone was staring at her secretly.

She turned around vigilantly, the moon and stars were scarce, the purple bamboo was swaying, and there was silence, where was there anyone?

Is it a delusion?

She didn't feel the murderous aura left and right, so she simply gave up, changed her clothes, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

The window was not closed, the curtain moved slightly, and the snow ginseng doll on the windowsill stared at Zi Yunchen who came out of the moonlight with big watery eyes.

It's a lively night......

Looking at each other, the snow ginseng doll opened its mouth and wanted to scream.

The ink monkey hanging upside down in a tree and sleeping opened his mouth and yawned, "Squeak." ”

Own.

The snow ginseng doll instantly understood, looked out the window, and continued to absorb the essence of the moon.

This doll is interesting.

Zi Yunchen threw an approving glance at the snow ginseng doll, and then looked at the girl on the bed, her mellow purple eyes were cold and deep, and her tightly clenched hands slowly relaxed.

Ever since he said goodbye to the nine thousand four hundred and thirty-two peaks, she always appeared in his mind, staring back, smiling lightly.

Unconsciously, the seeds planted in his heart have sprouted and grown, always inadvertently, swaying in his heart.

Can't forget.

Nor can it be destroyed.

He used the power of Baixiaomen to frantically search for her all over the world.

One day I can't find it, and I won't give up one day.

When he finally got the news of her, he was ecstatic.

However, when he came to her side, he was deeply saddened.

She had a colorful life, and even met a romantic man late at night.

It's really unconscionable......

In the dormitory, a cold fragrance of flowers lingers, not like incense, but like body fragrance, like a petal falling in the middle of the lake, stirring up a little ripple.

He once heard Hu Lao say that there is a mysterious exercise, if there are thousands of petals scattered during the exercise, the cultivator has his own fragrance, and his mind is cold, and he can still breeze without taking the Qingling Pill, and the waves will not be alarmed.

This kind of exercise is a must in the Cangyun Continent.

He came with an elixir full of guilt and needed to replace the 10,000-year-old snow ginseng, but he didn't want to, she not only broke the seal, but also had a good cultivation.

He was absent at the moment of her greatest need.

Because of his absence, she only has the wood attribute left today, and the soul of the god will reach the purple level soul.

Only has the wood attribute, unless you forcibly find a different fire to enter your body, you will never have a chance to become an alchemist in your life.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, the purple-level soul is similar to the soul of the god, but he knows that there is a huge difference between the soul of the god and the purple-level soul.

Luo Qingyin did this, the loss was too great!

Zi Yunchen's eyelashes drooped slightly, and countless flashes of light flashed in his eyes.

Now, all he can do is try his best to make up for her.

Listening to her light breathing, Zi Yunchen gently picked up the soft cloud-like gauze tent and stretched out his hand......

Worried about waking her up, his movements were particularly gentle and gentle, slowly touching her delicate skin, from the smooth forehead, to the fine eyelashes, to the white cheeks.

In her sleep, she unloaded her guard, and the lines of her face softened a lot, revealing a quiet childishness.

Zi Yunchen leaned down, her breath was warm on his face, and her rosy lips were in front of him, as if it was the biggest temptation in the world.

At your fingertips.

The bottom of my heart instantly felt like a warm sweet spring flowing...... He was reluctant to let go any longer.

Mao Dun Literature