The cool breeze is blowing, with a slightly sweet fishy.

The morning bell of the distant mountain rings a few times, the ancient mountain of falling trees is covered by years of frost and snow, and under the shadow of the craggy plum tree, a plain dress that is whiter than snow falls lightly under the ancient tree.

The long and thin figure is as simple as a pure, she is like a white snowflake in the world, falling silently and not knowing when, drifting into the cold snow.

Dressed in snow, she closed her eyes quietly, half-leaning on the ancient tree, her eyelashes were frosted, as if she was sleeping peacefully.

The woman's neck, which is like thin snow on the branches, is dyed with a striking red at the moment.

The thin snow on the shoulders turned into red snow, and the white clothes dyed half of the body.

Like a poignant red lotus blooming in the snow.

It can be seen that she is extremely seriously injured at the moment.

But between her eyebrows, she was extremely quiet and peaceful, as if she was in a soft dream, and she didn't want to wake up.

Beside her, lying quietly was a white jade mask with a broken corner.

The green mountains are covered with snow, and the beauty is like jade.

It is like a beautiful picture scroll embedded in the seclusion of the world.

The sound of rustling footsteps broke the beautiful tranquility of the earthly corner.

"Ah Jing?" a slightly startled female voice fell with the light falling snow.

Hearing someone call her name, the eyelids of the badly injured and sleeping woman under the tree moved slightly, and the frost hanging between the eyelashes fell like thin snow, regaining the color of her eyelashes.

She opened her eyes and quietly looked at the person in front of her, her eyes were clear and unwavering, like ancient ink that had been silent for thousands of years.

A strand of ink hair like water slowly slid down her sideburns, and the snowflakes that fell between her hair stained the white snow, making her as white and clear as a jade tree.

"Something?" The eyes were clear, and the voice was faint, without the trance and haze of waking up from a deep sleep.

When she woke up for the first time, her face was cold, she raised her plain white fingertips, and pinched her earlobe expressionlessly.

In front of him, the leaf curtain was behind the pale, comatose handsome monk Jiachen.

Her eyes that were as soft as water looked at the young master Su Jing who was covered in blood with a bit of shock at the moment.

Ye Curtain hurriedly took two steps forward and said hurriedly: "How could Ah Jing be injured like this?!"

Su Jing doesn't like to have close contact with people, even if it is one of the famous Taixuan Nine Classics in the same sect.

She held the hilt of her sword and gently pressed it against the shoulder of the leaf curtain, preventing her from approaching, and repeated faintly again: "Something?"

I don't know if it's because the cold wind is too cold, or the snow is deep and frozen, compared to her beautiful neck skin that is as white as snow, Su Jing's ears seem to be frozen, slightly red, and a little itchy to tremble.

Expressionless, she couldn't help but raise her hand and gently knead it.

Ye Lian's expression was very incredible, but he was still fixed in response to Su Jing's question.

She said: "Jiachen is seriously injured and should not travel far, I want to go to Zilan Mountain nearby, find a spiritual vein immortal spring, and heal his wounds, but I never thought that I would see you here." How could Ah Jing be so injured and ...... so bad?"

Ye Curtain looked at her carefully with concern, since Su Jing came out of the mountain, she had never seen Su Jing look so blood-stained and embarrassed.

Even the mask that he never took off has left, which has to be worrying.

"Nothing. ”

Su Jing put away his sword and got up, put the mask in his arms and put it away, patted the snow on the hem of his clothes, and said lightly: "The mask is broken, and I am in a bad mood." ”

Of course, Ye Curtain knew that the precious mask she regarded as her life was broken by the little girl, and she must be in a bad mood.

But if she is in a bad mood, what does it have to do with her appearance at the moment?

Su Jing glanced at her lightly, as if he understood the doubts in her eyes.

She pursed her lips and looked out of the distant mountain, her indifferent and cold gaze flowed into the distance, and her voice was as cold as a light smoke: "I was in a bad mood, so I went to Demon Hell Mountain." ”

Ye Lai's heart trembled, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Demon ...... Hell Mountain. ”

It was the place where the evil demons gathered, and the great demons captured by the powerful immortal sect predecessors in the world were all sealed and sealed in the demon prison mountain, becoming a place of trial for the younger generation of disciples.

Although it is a place of trial, the young generation of genius children also need to be accompanied by their elders to go into the mountains to test in order to ensure their own safety.

There are big demons in the mountains, and there are also legendary demon kings, some forbidden places, even the predecessors of the immortal family dare not touch them easily.

Her family's Ah Jing is ...... Just broke in alone?

"Just because I'm in a bad mood, I went to Demon Hell Mountain?"

What kind of temperament is this, do you think you are Yin Baishuang?

Su Jing's black jade-like eyes were a little deep, and her snow-white skin was lined with a thin red between her earlobes, but it made the cold and frosty aura around her much lighter.

She said: "I can't kill the girl from the Lihe Sect, so I went to Demon Hell Mountain and slaughtered a demon king, and my mood is already much better." ”

Ye Shu's body shook violently: "Demon ...... Demon King? That's the Tribulation Realm, Ah Jing, you haven't crossed the Tribulation yet, how can you be so nonsense. ”

With the realm of inheriting spirits, he broke through the demon prison mountain indiscriminately, and went to kill the demon king alone, no wonder he was injured so badly.

Thinking of this, Ye Curtain was faintly afraid.

Fortunately, the young master of her family came out completely, otherwise she really didn't know how to explain to the sect master this time.

Although he clearly knew that Su Jing didn't need to lie, just hearing her say that he had killed a demon king, Ye Curtain still felt a little unbelievable.

"Ah Jing, you really killed a demon king like this with the Chengling Realm?"

Su Jing frowned, pointed in a certain direction, and said, "The head of the demon king is here, and it can be brought into the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance to exchange for spirit stones." ”

As pointed by the jade finger, on the white snow, there was only a pool of bright red blood left.

Su Jing narrowed his long eyes and said nothing.

The tip of the leaf curtain sniffed lightly, and his face was a little indescribable: "It's really the breath of the demon king, and the smell of wild dogs." ”

The head of the dignified demon king, no matter where it is placed, is a glorious trophy that can alarm the Quartet.

Pitifully was injured and killed by the young master of her family, and when she was tired, she casually found a big tree to sleep, kicked the demon king's head aside at will, and finally ended up with a desolate end of being eaten by wild dogs.

As the leaf curtain of Taixuan's seventh meridian, he is really very speechless at this moment.

The snowflakes drifted and fell onto Jiachen's white robe, as if he felt a slight chill, and the injured and unconscious young monk slowly woke up.

He coughed twice and choked out a few mouthfuls of blood and sprinkled it between the placket of the leaf curtain.

The monk frowned, and when he saw the woman in white under the tree, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and then a smile appeared on his pale face: "The young master actually took off the mask?"

Ye Curtain heard the voice coming from behind him, his eyebrows moved, and he called softly: "Jiachen......"

Su Jing's gaze swept over him, and he didn't continue the topic of masking, and said coldly: "The Lord of the Eight Classics is so badly injured, it seems that what can be confirmed is that the person behind this wine brewing incident is really the Demon Sect. ”

Jiachen smiled bitterly: "If it's just like that, it's fine." He slowly raised his beautiful eyebrows, and his inky eyes flickered slightly: "The six rivers of the Demon Realm that have been sealed have begun to recover. ”