In the plum forest, the snow is still drifting, and the snow in the forbidden land of the Spirit Clan seems to never finish, sprinkled with silver everywhere.

A woman dressed in white stood on the mountain road, her body was slender, her clothes were flying, looking forward to it, a pair of beautiful eyes looked through the autumn water, and her big misty eyes looked at the front with affection.

Such a beautiful woman should be distressed by a man.

Next to her was a quiet maidservant, holding a wooden box in her hand, very cautious.

Suddenly she smiled, and in an instant, she was full of brilliance.

A white dot appeared in front of it, and it moved very fast, and in a blink of an eye, it was in front of the woman.

It's Gu Xiaoyao and his spirit pet White Tiger.

When the white tiger saw the person blocking the road, she roared, and the woman who was in the way was shocked, and she finally calmed down, staring at Gu Xiaoyao with beautiful eyes, "You have been in for seven days, I am afraid that something will happen to you, so I have been waiting outside." ”

She walked up to the maidservant, picked up the wooden box and opened it, and inside the wooden box was a night of red blood.

Gu Xiaoyao's dark eyes were cold, and his body was covered with frost that could not be approached, "No need." ”

That's right, she is Feng Yaoyue, who followed Gu Xiaoyao's trajectory.

"Does drinking my blood make you so uncomfortable?" Feng Yaoyue wept suddenly, tears swirled in her big misty eyes, and then fell one by one, she just looked at him, her shoulders trembled slightly, I felt pity.

"The poison has been resolved, you go back first, I still have something!" The expression is solemn, and the face is very cold and hard.

"Senior brother, where are you going? I see that your face is cold, and I don't worry about you. Feng Yaoyue looked at Gu Xiaoyao's back and asked eagerly.

"Chudu!" As if he would be tired of saying more, his figure disappeared in front of him at a rapid speed, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Feng Yaoyue's beautiful face was distorted, her bloody hand was forced, the porcelain bowl was crushed by the palm force, the fragments pierced her hand, and the blood dripped onto the snow drop by drop, just like the red plum in the snow.

"Master!" When the maid in yellow saw Feng Yaoyue's bleeding hand, she couldn't help but exclaim!

"See, he would rather endure the cold poison than drink my blood, he would rather be injured and go on the road alone than have me by his side to take care of one or two." She bit her lower lip resentfully, and her sharp eyes looked resentfully at the direction in which Gu Xiaoyao had disappeared.

In fact, just now she ran into Chi Yi and expressed her intentions, but Chi Yi said what happened to Gu Xiaoyao in the Spirit Clan and left in a hurry.

She knew that Gu Xiaoyao didn't need her blood anymore, but she just didn't give up.

Since she met Gu Xiaoyao more than ten years ago, she can no longer take her eyes off, she will always remember the way he just came up the mountain, under the Qionghua tree, a very beautiful young man, thin lips red, evil smile weird and enchanting.

That scene was deeply imprinted in her mind, and she will never forget it again.

He became her obsession.

Feng Yaoyue stood there quietly, for a long time, the corners of her lips opened slightly, she blew a whistle, and a snow-white horse galloped over, she flew up, "I'll go to Chudu, you send a message to your father-in-law, let Emperor Chu come forward to receive you!" "Say it and go away!

The white-clothed white horse rolled up the snow and disappeared into a white world, which is incomprehensible in beauty!

But Feng Yaoyue can't catch up with the White Tiger Xuanwu no matter how much she chases, Xuanwu is a super spirit beast, which is equivalent to the level of the Great Perfection of the Martial Artist!