Maybe it was because he was in the settlement of Mei Ling, and his hand was held by Ni Shang, and Du Xijie felt it after a long time.

Nishang's hands are cold. It was as cold as the cold wind on the top of the thorn peak, and it was even a little biting after holding it for a long time. But Ni Xiang's skin is very good, the palm is very soft, and the skin elasticity is also very good. It's a bit like a ball of jelly, the frozen kind.

Du Xijie realized that the two were holding hands a little ambiguously, but he was a little embarrassed to withdraw his hand directly, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

Men can often be very nervous on this kind of issue, and they don't know what to do and simply don't want to, anyway, this hand is held by herself, and she doesn't suffer a loss, Du Xijie thought so, and let Nishang lead away.

Out of the Silent Plains, only some low-level demonic beasts survived. This phenomenon is very strange, there is no transition of the middle level of the demonic beast, it is like a vacuum. The highest level of the Demonic Beasts around the Plains of Silence is no more than the Third Order.

Without the threat of Mei Ling, the two naturally didn't have to hold hands anymore, they let go, got up, and ran towards the Golden City.

......

Du Xijie's sister was so anxious that she stopped and ran wildly along the way, and when she arrived at the Golden City, she was almost exhausted, but even then it was still dark. On the other hand, although Ni Shang on the side was also drenched in sweat, he was much better than Du Xijie, and his chest was only slightly undulating.

Both of them are currently strong in the yellow character three grids, although Ni Shang advanced earlier and his strength is relatively stable, but the aura should not be too strong than Du Xijie. This made Du Xijie a little puzzled, the strength of Ni Shang is mainly reflected in her spirit soldiers, which are ever-changing, invincible, and there are almost no flaws. But if you say that your aura is much stronger than Du Xijie's, it is unlikely.

After gasping for a while, and when his breath calmed down slightly, Du Xijie didn't think much about it, after all, he was in a hurry to see Lin Wan'er.

Du Xijie took out the 'Qianli Chuanyin Bei' to get in touch with Lin Wan'er, and after the specific address of civilization, he hurriedly ran towards the 'Cloud House Inn' where Lin Wan'er was.

The inn was not far away, and after running a few streets, I arrived, and was about to leave but was tapped on the shoulder.

"Brother!"

Du Xijie turned his head violently, isn't the bright Nizi in front of him his sister, Lin Wan'er? Almost out of instinct, Du Xijie hugged Lin Wan'er in his arms. Lin Wan'er's little face turned red instantly, and the sky was dark at this time, but she couldn't see it clearly.

Although the brother and sister were intimate when they were together, this hugging seemed to be only the second time. The first time was when Du Xijie left Heavenly Sword City, by the lake of the natural residence. I didn't feel anything at the time, but this time Lin Wan'er's heart accelerated a little inexplicably, and a strange feeling rose in her heart.

Lin Wan'er hung in the air at a loss, not knowing what to do for a long time. Gradually, they buckled together, and the two hugged each other tightly.

"Oops. After a while, Du Xijie cried out in pain. A wine bottle smashed on the back of Du Xijie's head and flew away with a whirl, but not a drop of wine in the bottle was spilled.

The neon clothes brush on the side released the spirit soldiers, turning into a sky of ribbons and rushing towards the dark place on the street corner. A gust of wind blew, and the ribbons were blown apart. Ni Shang's hands moved, and the spirit soldier changed again, turning into the appearance of a 'half-winged butterfly', and fired brazenly into the darkness.

After a few gunshots, a person staggered out of the darkness, Du Xijie tilted his head and looked, isn't the person who came his fierce mother, Jian Hanyun!

"Ni Shang, that's my mother!" Du Xijie hurriedly spoke up to stop Ni Shang from continuing to shoot.

What strength Jian Hanyun has, how can Nishang be injured, there is no trace on his body. Jian Hanyun shouted at Du Xijie: "Du Xijie, but the wings are stiff, you can not recognize your mother?

Then Jian Hanyun raised his hand and grabbed the wine bottle that flew back, muttered a big sip at the mouth of the bottle, and said with a mouthful of wine: "Okay, you Du Xijie, you won't let go if you hold me, right?

When Du Xijie and Lin Wan'er heard this, they glanced at each other, only to find that their embrace was indeed a little ambiguous, and the two of them were immediately separated, and they were a little embarrassed for a while. After separation, they stood aside, not daring to look at each other.

Jian Hanyun walked a little staggeringly, her face was slightly red, and she was obviously a little drunk. Slowly approached Du Xijie and burped at Du Xijie. The rich smell of wine combined with the taste of dinner sprayed Du Xijie's face.

Du Xijie was so smoked by this strange "fragrance" that he almost didn't lose his breath, took two steps back, pinched his nose and unhappily fanned the smell in front of him with his hand, and said dissatisfiedly: "Mother, you hurt yourself by drinking like this, how old are you, you don't know how to be modest?"

"Yo, Du Xijie. The ability is growing, dare to take care of me. Jian Hanyun said recklessly.

His mother was so strong, Du Xijie didn't dare to make too much trouble, he immediately changed his face, and said with a flattering smile: "I'm in a hurry, aren't you worried about your body." Drinking hurts your body. ”

Jian Hanyun said disdainfully: "What do you know? There is a golden house in the wine, and Yan Ruyu is in the wine." And your mother is not drunk, give me less haha. If you care about me, why will you hold me in vain as soon as you come? ”

Lin Wan'er's face turned even redder on the side, her head hung down embarrassedly, almost to her chest, and her delicate appearance was even more charming.

Du Xijie looked at Lin Wan'er, grimaced at Jian Hanyun, and picked his head embarrassedly.

......

The three of them talked for a while, Jian Hanyun drank all the wine in the bottle, and said with a mouthful of wine: "It's a cold day, what are you talking about outside, go back to the inn and talk slowly." ”

Du Xijie and Lin Wan'er hurriedly responded.

During the conversation between the three of them, Nishang had been very quiet, silent on the side. Du Xijie forgot about Nishang because he was excited when he saw the two relatives, and then he suddenly remembered that he had not introduced Nishang to the two of them.

Du Xijie said to Jian Hanyun and Lin Wan'er: "Mother, Wan'er. This is the senior sister of Qimen, Ni Shang. My sect is in deep danger, so this time she sent me out with her. ”

Jian Hanyun nodded at Ni Shang and said hello. As one of the three sects of Tianzi, the Sword Sect has many arrogant disciples and does not look down on other sects. What's more, Jian Hanyun is still an elder of the Sword Sect, and his seniority is also older. That's not too rude.

"Hello, first time we met, I am Du Xijie's sister Jian Wan'er. Lin Wan'er waved her hand and greeted Haode.

"Poof, haha......" Du Xijie was amused, and then remembered that his sister had entered the inner gate of the Sword Sect, worshiped Jian as her surname, and had changed her name to Jian Wan'er. But it sounded awkward, but I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Ni Sheng didn't say anything about Jian Hanyun and Lin Wan'er's overtures, her expression remained the same, slightly deep. But at this time, Du Xijie made such a fuss and was interrupted. Jian Hanyun and Wan'er didn't notice.

Wan'er reached out and pinched the soft flesh on Du Xijie's waist as she spoke, and said coquettishly: "Brother, you are making fun of me again, what's so funny about this." The two chatted all night that day, and Du Xijie didn't know how many times he had made fun of Wan'er, which made Wan'er resentful.

After a while, the four of them walked in the direction of the inn.