She didn't know him well, so there was no need to accept anyone's favors.

At the moment, the atmosphere is a little cold, coupled with the cold wind blowing in the desert, the sand and gravel that sweeps in make this area even more desolate. Feng Jiu nodded, knowing in her heart that she rejected him, and did not say much.

Qing Wei leaned against the stone ridge of the cave, which was scorched by the scorching sun during the day, and at night, the temperature difference made their surface very cold.

She turned pale and sneezed softly.

Dahu was stunned, squatted down in a daze, curled up and leaned against Qing Wei, shielding her from the cold wind outside.

"Whew......"

Qing Wei was stimulated by the tail of the big tiger and sneezed several times in a row, and when she opened her eyes, she found that this yellow-skinned tiger actually buried its head in her chest - damn!

She really thinks she's a pillow! Sleep wherever you want!

Qing Wei stretched out his hand, grabbed the tail of the big tiger, and threw the lustful tiger out of the hole.

The big tiger fell in a parabolic shape, howling twice in pain, but he didn't have the courage to approach Qing Wei anymore.

But she was also tired, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

The phoenix dove sees these in his eyes, he is the phoenix of pure yang, and his body is full of aura, although he will not be afraid of such a little cold. He wanted to get close to her, to wrap his body around her and give her warmth, but he was afraid that once he was pushed away, he would never be able to approach again.

So, I had to go out and pick up a bunch of dried poplar branches and put them on the ground. With a flick of his fingertips, the poplars crackled and burned. The slender branches have a muffled sound as they burn.

He sat on the side of the fire, quietly watching the light of the fire reflect the face of a fox.

She was clearly disgusted with herself, but why did he still want to stay by her side.

The phoenix dove smiled bitterly,

This feeling is something that even he himself can't understand.

……

……

——Ten Thousand Flower Tower——

Linlang Xianjun's long face was blue, and he was angry and arrogant at Wan Huajun in front of him, pointing fingers:

“……

Although Qingqiu Qingwei of that Laoshi is said to be a deputy general, it is the thirteenth son of the dragon who has the merit of subduing demons! Now that the Three Realms are peaceful, there is no shortage of lieutenants in the Heavenly Realm!

That Qing Wei either returns with the destiny of heaven, if she dies there, she can only be counted as having a bad life, what does it matter to us! ”

"—what do you say!!"

The familiar voice roared like a tiger, causing the figures present to be shocked.

They all turned their heads to look at the person who spoke, and even Linlang Immortal Jun turned around in surprise, his eyes were shocked, and even his mouth was surprised enough to stuff an orange.

"-You, you......"

The white light has not completely dissipated, and one person has perseverance in it, the shadow is sufficient, and the figure is very familiar. When the light in the Heavenly Realm gradually died out, the visitor coughed violently twice, looking very painful, as if he was about to vomit his heart and lungs.

He frowned, clutched his chest, covered in blood, and there were countless sharp swords like long swords stuck in his back, each of which was deep into the bone marrow and still gurgling out.

He was half-kneeling on the ground, his face pale, and his body was weak and weak, but his eyes were full of crimson anger.

Yun Yin stared at Linlang tightly, like a sharp knife poking his heart.

In this situation, Linlang Xianjun couldn't believe it at all. He subconsciously took a few steps back and muttered:

"How could you......

- Not true! Wrong!

Feng Jun is clearly Qing Wei as the object of exchange, how could it be you! How could it be you! ”