Because Nalan Xin had caught a lot of fish here just now, the shrewd fish swam not far from here and stopped going.

If you don't do it, it will become someone else's meal.

Even if some stupid fish swim over, it is too small, not fat enough, there is no meat on the body, it is all thorns, and there is no way to make a delicious fish to burn.

After waiting for a long time, a huge fish finally swam over slowly.

The corners of Feng Xueyi's mouth turned up slightly, he stretched out his right palm, and as soon as the palm shrank, the huge fish broke through the water and struggled in Feng Xueyi's palm.

Feng Xueyi threw the fish in his hand into a puddle of water, which was dug by the black-clothed messenger and built a fence with stones at the water's edge.

Of course, it is not enough to catch a fish, so many black-clothed emissaries are not even enough for them to stuff between their teeth.

When the wind and snow clothes were fishing, Nalan Xin's eyes were fixed on the "cold light" inserted on the ground, which was the blade of the wind and snow clothes.

Nalan Xin has never had a chance to see the "cold light" out of the sheath, and he is very curious.

Nalan Xin dragged his shackles and slowly walked to "Cold Light".

She pulled out the "cold light" stuck in the ground, and the "cold light" was much heavier than the dragon sword.

She holds the scabbard in her left hand and the hilt in her right hand.

With a hard push, the "cold light" came out of the sheath.

As the blade of "Cold Light" was slowly pulled out of its scabbard, a cold and eerie light flashed in Nalan Xin's eyes.

The knife came out of its sheath, silently.

Nalan Xin took a few steps back, and she waved the "cold light" in her hand and slashed at the chains of the shackles on the ground.

There was a "pop" sound, and the chain immediately broke.

At this time, the black-clothed messengers and Fengxueyi by the stream all turned their eyes to Nalan Xin.

Just now, they were each busy with their own things, and they didn't notice what Nalan Xin was doing at all.

"Cold Light"!

Feng Xueyi shouted, and the "cold light" in Nalan Xin's hand trembled, and he broke free from Nalan Xin's palm, and even the scabbard flew back into Feng Xueyi's hand.

In the face of Nalan Xin's actions, the black-clothed messenger quickly surrounded Nalan Xin. One of the black-clothed envoys said with an angry face, "Miss Motong, what are you doing here? Do you want to ......"

In the face of such a battle, Nalan Xin knew that he had played big, so he pulled a smile and said, "Big brother, I am curious about the right envoy's blade for a while, who is just playing with it." ”

"Miss Motong, you know, the sect master has strictly forbidden you to touch all sharp things. You violated it, and you split the shackles, do you want to ......?"

Nalan Xin hurriedly interjected and said, "I don't want to, I don't want anything." The wound on my arm wasn't healed yet, and I didn't want to hurt myself again. With the right envoy here, what are you afraid of? ”

Nalan Xin's words make sense.

There are wind and snow clothes, and they really don't have to be afraid.

If Nalan Xin escapes, they can put the blame on Fengxueyi.

In fact, as early as Mo Ning and Nalan Xin left the Burning Lake Courtyard with their front feet, the dead soldiers of the dark pile followed them on their hind feet.

It's just that they don't realize it.

The sect master would not let Nalan Xin have any chance to escape from the Phaseless God Sect, and he could no longer lose his Tong'er.

Feng Xueyi, who was standing on the side, held the "cold light" in his hand, but his eyes never left Nalan Xin.

Why can she use Cold Light?

"Cold Light" is made of Ice Phoenix's Ice Feather and Dark Iron, and Ice Feather recognizes the master, not anyone can let "Cold Light" out of the sheath.

Could it be that Nalan Xin is also related to the "Ice Phoenix"?

In the past, Su Yu used to be curious about the "cold light" of the wind and snow clothes, and no matter how many times she tried, she couldn't pull out the blade.

Facing the black-clothed messenger around, Nalan Xin had to find a way to solve the dilemma, she looked at Feng Xueyi and said, "Right envoy, don't you want to make fish roast?" Don't hurry up, otherwise the fish won't be fresh. ”

Everyone was indifferent, Nalan Xin pushed away the black-clothed envoy who was blocking in front of him, and said, "What are you doing in a daze, why don't you go to help the right envoy?" ”

"Oh!"

The black-clothed messengers dispersed and turned to the side of the wind and snowcoat.

"You go find a few large and wide flakes of stone, and I'll do the rest."

"You, go to the kitchen and get some soy sauce vinegar and a pot of spirits." Nalan Xin continued to command.

"Spirits? I'm afraid not, the sect master has given a strict order not to let us drink alcohol while on duty. Otherwise......" The black-clad messenger didn't want to continue.

"Then go to the dining room, I think there should be. As for how to get it, it depends on your ability, big brother. Nalan Xin patted the chest of the black-clothed messenger and said.

"The dining room is so far from here, it will take a long time, a few hours." The black-clad messenger complained.

Nalan Xin listened to the words of the black-clothed messenger and muttered in his heart: I didn't expect them to imprison themselves so far away. Now I should be at the very end of the Sky Mountain, closer to the Genting Kingdom. Even if you know the route map of Firmament Mountain and dodge many mechanisms, you may be intercepted halfway through. It seems that it is more difficult for me to escape than to climb to the sky.

"You don't have to go to the dining room to get wine, I've got it here." Another black-clothed messenger ran over, untied a small wine bag from his body and handed it to Nalan Xin.

The black-clothed messenger is a group of ten, and one of these ten people will carry a small wine bag.

This wine is not for drinking, but for sterilizing wounds.

Of course, you can drink it, but no one dares to try it, and no one wants to move their heads.

Feng Xueyi borrowed a short blade from the black-clothed messenger, and with a wave of his hand, he quickly scraped off the scales on the fish and removed the skin.

He threw the fish upwards and waved the short blade in his hand, and the large and thin pieces of fish that could even be translucent fell down and stacked neatly on the lotus leaves.

The fish fillets on the lotus leaves are a little even moving. The head of the fish is connected to the fish bones, and the fish still has a mouth, one by one, which is magical.

"Good, good knife technique." The black-clothed envoys who were watching couldn't stop clapping their hands.

Half a pillar of incense, the wind and snow clothes slice more than a dozen big fish.

"Right envoy, can we taste the fish?" The black-clothed messenger couldn't help but say.

Feng Xueyi was just about to speak, but was interrupted by Nalan Xin: "Just eat like this, you're not afraid of food poisoning?" ”

"Poisoned?"

"You live in the Sky Mountain all year round, inland, and you are not people who grew up by the sea. Your stomach has adapted to the cooked fish, and you still have to go through a more tedious process when you eat it. Otherwise, you have three long and two short, don't let the sect master think that I drugged you, and I will not be able to eat and walk around when the time comes. ”

The black-clothed envoys around him were puzzled, why not just eat a fish, and have to make so much trouble.

Nalan Xin put her hand on the edge of the lotus leaf, her face changed slightly, and a cold breath spread from her palm to the lotus leaf.