Every time Jiang Qiuchi appears, he always seems to be amazing and refreshing.

It may have something to do with what she was wearing.

No matter spring, summer, autumn or winter, girls always love to wear that red dress.

Especially when the world is white like this, her red body will look particularly bright.

Even in the middle of the night, it can't make the girl lose half of her color.

Chen An recognized the person, was stunned, did not make a sound, but continued to bow his head and kneel.

Who doesn't know that this is stupid?

The young man's face remained unchanged, and his eyes were lowered.

Late at night, because of his silence, silence returned again.

In such cold weather, even the chirping of insects in the mountains, which used to be heard, lost its sound.

It's quiet.

It's just that Dao Xuan Zhenren seems to be determined to refuse to see him.

Beside her, seeing that Chen An still refused to give up, the girl continued to chatter, and there was a little more complaint in her tone.

"What a nerd, elm head!"

"That old thing doesn't know how long he's lived, what tricks haven't you seen?"

"Do you think you can move him by kneeling here? Maybe he's silently peeping at you right now, watching you laugh! ”

Jiang Qiuchi's words, the young man Xu didn't listen to them, but it made a certain 'old thing' subconsciously withdraw his secretly peeping gaze.

Fortunately, he was hiding in the cave, and no one could notice his embarrassment.

The wind and snow blew through the mountains, bringing a whimper like a baby crying in the night sky.

After a while, Chen An looked at the girl standing beside him and said softly, "Take the umbrella away." ”

When the latter heard this, he seemed to be angry with him, and his picturesque and charming eyebrows were raised, his red lips were pursed, and he gritted his teeth a little.

"If you let me take it away, won't I be very shameless? And why should I listen to you? ”

The girl in the red dress snorted and raised her chin.

Seeing this, Chen An didn't speak anymore, but just withdrew his gaze without saying a word.

Xu was aware of something, and Jiang Qiuchi no longer continued to speak, but just stood silently with him.

The figures of a man and a woman looked a little lonely in the vast wind and snow.

For the first time, this long night seemed so long.

I don't know how long it took, until the sky was covered with a touch of fish belly white.

The dawn was finally approaching, and a layer of frost hung on the boy's eyebrows.

He was soaking wet, and his green clothes were clinging to his skin, bringing a cold and piercing touch.

Without aura protection, such a touch can even be called a sting.

Whenever the wind blows, it will blow the young man's figure to tremble.

Jiang Qiuchi looked at him in a daze, holding the knuckles of the umbrella handle, unconsciously clenching, so that the fingertips were slightly white.

Kneeling in the snow, after a night, there was nothing to cover it, which made Chen An's mental state much worse with the naked eye.

His eyebrows twitched slightly, his lips pursed slightly, and his lower lip was slightly blue.

In fact, with the monk's own physique, he should be able to hold out for a few more days.

But in Jiang Qiuchi's eyes, it still made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Maybe she didn't have such an experience in the past, so she didn't know how to describe it for a while.

I just feel that my heart is twitching, and I can't say it's indescribable, and it's hard to explain my sadness.

All she seemed to be able to do was hold an umbrella for the boy, so that he would not be ravaged by the wind and snow all the time.

After all, it was the master of a sect who made this decision, and he was a true monarch of the Tribulation.

No one dared to disobey him in the open.

……

Tien Shan.

From the heavenly dome, the peaks of the Tianshan Mountains were also covered with a layer of silver covered by heavy snow.

It was like a silver-white prison, locking the girl's slender figure to the top of the mountain.

Dao Xuan Zhenren did not deliberately restrict Mu Sanniang's actions, but only activated the formation inherited by his ancestors.

Draw the ground as a dungeon.

If there is no accident, she should be in this square inch of land, surrounded by the cold wind day and night, lonely for a hundred years.

Is this a severe punishment?

That, of course, is very harsh.

But if it is compared with the laws of the sect, it is compared with being reduced to a mortal and there is nowhere to find the path of immortals.

It doesn't seem so harsh again.

Even if everything is done according to the rules of the sect, then the one who serves as the master of the precept hall and is in charge of punishment is none other than Zuo Yunshan, the peak master of Shangxuanfeng.

Let him judge Mu Sanniang, maybe he will directly execute her life, so as to bury his beloved apprentice.

Therefore, what Dao Xuan Zhenren did was really painstaking.

Now.

The girl suddenly lost all her life, and still maintained the posture of slumping to the ground during the day, but she was stunned.

Dao Xuan Zhenren had already left, and the light curtain he had conjured up earlier would naturally disappear with it.

She could no longer witness her brother being swallowed up by the wind and snow as she did during the day.

Mu Sanniang lowered her head, and the green silk brushed her face, covering most of her beautiful face.

The white skirt dragged to the ground, and spread out with the girl as the center, looking from a distance, like the coldest snow lotus in the world.

It's just that now Snow Lotus has lost that elegance and nobility, leaving only a pale that is helpless to the point of despair.

Or rather, it should have been so pale.

Maybe it's not just the boy in the scene who was buried by the wind and snow.

There is also the girl's last remaining trace of conscience.

Her desire to become stronger had never been stronger.

As if sensing something, a familiar old voice sounded in the sea of self-awareness.

"Little one, it seems that your situation is very bad......"

The old woman's words made Mu Sanniang's eyes move slightly, and she quickly raised her head.

Although her 'master', there is no substance at all.

"Please teach me."

Like grasping the last straw, Mu Sanniang spoke anxiously.

This 'master' stored in the knife has been silent since she entered the bottom of the hell.

If she hadn't just taken the initiative to speak out, Mu Sanniang would have almost forgotten that she still exists.

The old woman looked at the girl's anxiety in her eyes, and her heart moved slightly.

It occurred to her that this seemed to be an opportunity......

The old woman's heart flashed with a hint of cruelty.

Almost.

It's time to close the net yourself.

Originally, I originally thought that I would do it after the girl stepped into the foundation.

It's just that there was an accident, which made her a little afraid to act rashly for a while.

Whether it was the dried corpse at the bottom of the hell or the arrival of Dao Xuan Zhenren, it made her tremble, for fear of revealing her own breath.

After all, she is only a wisp of remnant soul after all, and compared to those truly top-level immortal cultivators, she can only be slapped to death.

Thinking of this, the old woman's expression moved, and she said helplessly: "It's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that the old decay is now annihilated, and the cultivation of one body is not one out of ten, and I really can't help it." ”

With her words, the girl's newly ignited glimmer of hope was extinguished again, and those pale blue eyes flashed with dead despair, becoming empty and without brilliance.

Seeing this, the old woman was overjoyed, and said again: "Although I can't help you get out of trouble, it's no problem for you to take a look at your little Langjun." ”

When Mu Sanniang heard this, she looked stunned.

She subconsciously wanted to nod, but then she stopped thinking about it.

She was inexplicably timid.

She was scared.

I'm afraid to see my brother's humble appearance that he has never had.

I'm afraid to see my brother's thin figure kneeling alone in the wind and snow.

As for Xiao Langjun in the words of 'Master', she didn't care so much.

After hesitating for a long time, Mu Sanniang still nodded.

She pursed her thin lips and looked ahead.

There, the old woman performed a spell that revealed the figure of the young man.

It's just that what made Mu Sanniang stunned was that beside her younger brother, there was a touch of extraordinarily bright red......

(End of chapter)