The sweeping disciples watched the figure of Jianzun walk in front of them, and when the cat who was in place saw him approaching, they stood up and continued to walk out, and looked back at him after walking out to make sure he hadn't followed.

In this way, one person and one cat left the back of the main hall one after the other, and disappeared from the field of vision of the sweeping disciples.

Chu Yiyang stepped on the floor, listening to the thin bell of the octagonal hydrangea that followed next to him, and looked back from time to time to see if Beitang had caught up in the cold night.

They walked through the nave and came to the front hall, where the burning fragrance curled, and the portrait of the former sword lord seemed to have lowered his eyes, looking at the two figures walking in front of him.

The snow outside was getting heavier and heavier, and Chu Yiyang had no pressure on the road he was walking in the hall, but as soon as he saw the snow-white world outside, his paws felt numb again.

However, if you want to take the people behind you to verify your conjecture, it is impossible to expect Beitang to carry him away in the cold night.

So when he came to the threshold, Chu Yiyang stopped again and turned around to confirm whether the purple figure had followed.

After seeing the cold night in Beitang, he jumped over the threshold with his hind legs, came to the outside of the main hall with the hydrangea floating beside him, and stepped into the hot snow.

The snow fell heavily, but the snow on the ground was not so deep that it seemed to remain at a constant thickness.

In the snow, a line of thin footprints was left where the fluffy cat walked, and there was a line of human footprints next to it.

Chu Yiyang braved the snow and walked to the edge of the square with his hydrangea, stopping from time to time to shake off the snowflakes on his body.

Beitang Hanye maintained a distance from him, following him unhurriedly.

At first, he thought that Chu Yiyang left the hall because he wanted to go outside to play in the snow.

Unexpectedly, after leaving the main hall, the cat did not stop, but continued to walk forward in the snow.

They walked through the square and walked through the steps, and the little furry figure in front of them seemed to be sure that they would follow, and they were determined to go to the edge of Kunlun Peak to find out, and they never looked back.

The wind and snow grew heavier, burying the small footprints that Chu Yiyang had left in the snow before, blowing the hair on his body to the side.

The bell of the small ball flying next to him was also messed up, and the sound was difficult to capture.

Chu Yiyang quickened his pace, gradually ran up, and stubbornly rushed to the edge of the gimbal in the blinding wind and snow.

Then, he squatted down in the wind that seemed to be able to roll himself up whole, waiting for the cold night in Beitang.

This is the edge of Kunlun Peak, and they went out after leaving this realm.

He's going to give it a try here, and if Beitang is willing to take him out on a cold night—or rather, can he take him out.

As if waiting for a while, and as if waiting for a long time, in the wind and snow blocking his vision, he finally saw that the cold night of Beitang was coming.

The purple-shirted Sword Venerable's gaze crossed him and looked beyond the peak of Kunlun.

The Kunlun peaks became hazy in the misty wind and snow, leaving only the undulating silhouettes.

Chu Yiyang squatted at the feet of the cold night in Beitang, raised his head, and "meowed" at him in the wind.

As if to catch his voice, which was thin by the wind, the cold night of Beitang, who was standing on the edge of the cloud platform, withdrew his gaze from the undulating peaks and looked down at him.

His long hair and robe were pushed by the strong wind on the edge of Kunlun Peak, and Chu Yiyang saw a strand of long hair like black satin blocking his face, making it more and more difficult for the cat's already blurred vision to catch the expression on his face.

However, the voice of Beitang speaking in the cold night was very clear.

"Can't go," he said. ”

"Meow—"

The cat, whose hair was disheveled, made a firm sound, and at the same time stretched out a foot towards the edge of the gimbal, expressing its desire to go out.

Who in the world can refuse a cat's request?

When he saw Beitang bending down and stretching out his hand towards him in the cold night, Chu Yiyang thought so.

But he didn't wait for Beitang to pick him up on a cold night, but felt the skin on the back of his neck tighten, and his limbs were suddenly restricted from moving.

Chu Yiyang: "......"

"Can't go."

The voice of Beitang's cold night sounded above his head, and the octagonal hydrangea swayed up again.

He held his cat in his arms, pinched the back of its neck, sealed all its movements, and then walked back from the edge of the gimbal with him.

No matter what "it" wants to do when it wants to go outside the Kunlun Palace, it should stay here.

Chu Yiyang almost saw a flower in front of him, and then returned to the main hall again.

The distance he had just walked with so much effort brought him back in an instant in the cold night of Beitang.

He was placed on the table, and Kitado took out the handkerchief and wiped the snowflakes off the soles of his feet, and then evaporated the snow on his body with a thought.

"Be nice." He gently wiped the snowflakes from his feet, and skillfully landed on the top of his head, his chin, and the caress brought by the slender fingers on his back made him feel as comfortable as ever, "You can go outside, but you can't leave the top of Kunlun." ”

The man in front of him said to him.

Chu Yiyang squinted his eyes, looked at Beitang's expressionless face, and thought to himself: I can't go, why can't I go?

- You didn't answer the question of the cat, so did you answer this question in your own mind?

After reassuring him for a moment, seeing that he seemed to have stopped, Beitang conjured a saucer of milk on the table in the cold night.

The milk was still steaming slightly, and he left the cat here, intending to go back to the table and continue to draw the unfinished butterfly picture.

But as soon as he turned around, he heard the cat jump off the table, pick up a string of bells, and run out again.

The sweeping disciple had just seen Jianzun bring the cat back, and soon saw the cat running out of Jianzun's dormitory, followed by hydrangea.

He ran so fast that he barely looked like a mortal beast, and in the blink of an eye, he was gone.

It's just that no matter how fast you run, you can't go as fast as the owner of the dream.

Chu Yiyang stepped on a little snow around the corner, his paws slipped, and he was about to fly out, but he was intercepted by the person who appeared in front of him, and he was caught back in the dormitory again.

The sweeping disciple watched the cat run out of the door, disappear around the corner, and then was quickly caught back, repeating Fang Cai's actions, and his status on the top of Kunlun was mentioned again and again in his heart.

Jian Zun is not such a patient person, he is actually willing to put down what he is doing and repeatedly accompany him to play such a chasing game, which is really very condescending.

……

The bell rings in the Kunlun Palace, and it is rare to be lively on such a snowy day.

Chu Yiyang ran out several times and was caught, and now he is so tired that he is lying on the ground panting.

His gaze went beyond the octagonal hydrangea floating around him, and looked at the cold night of Beitang who was still standing on the table by the window.

On the wrist of the purple-shirted Sword Venerable, in addition to the tooth marks he had just left, there were three more scratches.

His handsome face looked so calm in the light of day, without the slightest hint of demonic energy or the slightest hint of crazy killing.

It's just that the calmer he is, the more Chu Yiyang's heart sinks.

Maybe...... No more temptations.

He gasped, got up from the ground, and walked in the direction of the door.

Seeing his movements, the man who had finished the repeatedly interrupted painting raised his eyes and fell on the cat's back.

This time, Chu Yiyang didn't call him again, nor did he run as fast and fast as he had done the previous times, as if he was afraid that he would catch up.

He came to the threshold, squatted there, sat down, and then turned his head to look at the cold night of the North Hall.

The eyes of a man and a cat met in mid-air, and he opened his mouth, "meowed" at him, and issued an ultimatum.

Either follow him out of Kunlun Peak, or watch him leave here.

The cat's figure was fluffy in the skylight, and its blue eyes looked bluer and bluer against the heavy snow.

The person standing behind the table just watched him quietly, with no intention of going with him, and seemed to give up on leaving him behind.

Chu Yiyang suddenly had a feeling in his heart that it was not Beitang, who had grown up, who was standing there, but the little sword he had seen in his dream.

- Disappearing in front of him like this, it is as if abandoning him again.

He couldn't help but "meow" again at the cold night of Beitang, but still didn't get a response.

Finally, he made up his mind and moved the foot that was tied by the red thread.

The next moment, sensing the pulling force coming from the other end of the red line, he was pulled out of this dream.

In the daylight, the cat's figure suddenly disappeared, and the hydrangea that followed him seemed to have lost its spiritual power and rolled to the ground.

……

Under the moonlight, the demon cultivator in charge of the sentry saw the figure that appeared outside the station out of thin air, and his eyes froze.

He wanted to open his mouth to ask who it was, but he saw that his exhaled breath turned to frost under the moon.

In the cold frost, his pupils contracted suddenly.

Then the cold light flashed, and as soon as his neck was cold, he lost consciousness.

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Chapter 98

Purple robes dragged across the ground, and frost everywhere they went.

Although it was already the middle of the month, the station was still lively.

There was nothing to be done by the demon cultivators stationed at the edge of the abyss, they had been sent here to guard the passage that had completely died, and had fallen into a bottomless abyss.

"Go!"

"Beat him up hahahaha!"