The flowing water is murmuring, the birds are chirping, the empty mountains are raining, and the red is green.

"This doll has long since lost its skills, and now it is all up to the fairy to hang with his spiritual power, but what is the point of being half-dead like this?" The man's voice was full of pity and pity.

"Since the war between immortals and demons started because of me, the immortals are willing to kill themselves in the snowy mountain to apologize for their sins with their immortal bodies. But the child is innocent, ask the fairy to save my child's life, the fairy only has this wish, and I hope that the fairy will be fulfilled. The man's voice was choked with sorrow, despair and unwillingness.

"There is destined to be such a battle between immortals and demons, no wonder the fairy, the fairy is kind, but he doesn't have to bear this karmic fruit. There is only one way to save this baby's life, but this is against the way, even if she is saved, she will be punished in the future, unless she ......"

"Unless what?" Like a light in the darkness, she saw hope in her desperate situation, her voice trembling slightly with excitement.

"Unless there is a person who has cultivated to help her through the calamity. But did the fairy ever think that since the fairy world would not allow this child, even if he was rescued, he was afraid that he would not have to wait until the time of the catastrophe, and the child would suffer from the dissipation of his soul again, would the fairy really want to see her live like this?"

Fairy Zifu cried bitterly again, "Xiu Xian asked, what is an immortal? What is the Tao? If you kill my child, between the immortals and demons, can you really take a break from the army and be at peace? It's ridiculous and hateful." ”

The crying faded away, and the voice was not heard.

Zhi didn't know where she was, she seemed to be lying on the ice, the cold spread from her back to her body, she felt the cold to the bone, but she couldn't move.

Her eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't lift them.

What's going on? Is it a nightmare?

Why is there so much sadness in my heart?

A throbbing pain came, and Zhi sat up suddenly, crying out with a "wow".

She opened her eyes.

The snow is falling, and there is silence.

There are no fairies, no immortals, no empty mountains and new rain, and no red and green.

It is still the blue lake, the falling snow rippling, entangled ripples, like the chaotic thoughts in the hearts of the branches, cutting constantly, sorting out and messing.

Cold!

Zhidi's eyes widened, and he finally realized where he was beneath him.

She was sitting in the ice coffin in the middle of the lake, the red skirt was bubbling with a hint of cold, and the branch reached out and twisted it on the skirt, it was wet, her hands were red, and it was blood!

Snowflakes fell on her trembling eyelashes, on her pale cherry lips, on the blood in her palms......

"Branch, branch......"

Who's calling her?

After the golden light, Zhi was still staring at his palms in a daze, his cheeks were especially stained with tears, and the residual pain in his heart was still gone.

"Branches. Qingjing Immortal Jun called out worriedly, "What's wrong with you?"

As soon as Zhi saw Qingjing Immortal Monarch, he just came to his senses, and he was a little stunned, "Immortal Monarch?"

What about Brother Lu Qi?

Only then did Zhi find that there were many people standing beside her, except for Qingjing Xianjun, she didn't know any of them.

By the way, there was also the mallet that was rubbing around her legs, raising its front paws and burrowing into her arms.

The Ghost Emperor, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, looked at the girl who had been wronged and stood up.

As soon as he got up, Zhi looked at Lu Qi lying on the bed.

Without waiting for the Ghost Emperor to stand firm, the branch had already thrown off the mallet, and an arrow step flattened Lu Qi's body.

The Ghost Emperor was unguarded, only to feel a gust of wind blowing in front of him, leaned back, opened his mouth, thought about it, and silently went aside.

That's it, people are already here, and they are not in a hurry to meet for a while.

"Brother Lu Qi, what's wrong with you?" The grief in the bamboo basket just now had not yet dissipated, and at this time there was panic.

Zhi held Lu Qi's pale face, there were still traces of sword cuts, but fortunately, the blood stains had been cleaned up by the Ghost Emperor, and it didn't look so shocking.

I don't know if I heard the voice of the branch, Lu Qi's brows frowned, and his fingers moved, as if he wanted to grab something.

Zhi hurriedly grabbed his hand, her hand was frighteningly cold, and Lu Qigang's brow furrowed again.

"Brother Lu Qi, isn't it good to call me out and beg for mercy together?, why were you beaten like this?" Tears rolled down like pearls, smashed on Lu Qi's face, and slid to his neck.

Qing Jing Xianjun's face was a little pale, but from the moment he woke up in Youtan Mountain, his face had not been normal.

He turned his head and looked at the screen with butterflies flying under the peony flowers, slightly distracted.

Qianwei looked at the two people on the bed, and then at Qingjing Xianjun, and sighed infinitely, but there were really not a few drops of ink in her abdomen, searching her intestines and scraping her belly, and finally just sighed silently: Alas, this damn love!

The Ghost Emperor coughed and said, "Miss Zhi, he's okay for the time being, but if you keep pressing on him, you won't be allowed to do it." ”

Zhi Lian reluctantly got up from Lu Qi, wiped the tears from his face, turned his head to look at the Ghost Emperor, and said, "Is Brother Lu Qi really okay?"

"It's fine, I'll wake up tomorrow. ”

Only then did Zhi feel at ease, and he looked around again, except for Qingjing Xianjun and the mallet, he still didn't know anyone, "Where is this......?

"This is the mansion of the ghost lord of Youtan Mountain, and I am the ghost emperor of Dushuo Mountain. ”

Uh, it's a bit of a mess.

Hearing that the ghost lord Qianwei is a female ghost, Zhi locked his eyes on the only woman in the room except himself.

Qianwei had cleaned herself up, and the wound on the back of her hand had been bandaged, and at this time it was the capable and shrewd ghost lord again.

"You're the Ghost Lord?" Zhi kicked away the mallet at his feet and walked in front of Qianwei in a few steps.

Because of the mallet, she doesn't have much hostility towards Qianwei.

The corners of Qianwei's eyes twitched, and she said coldly, "Exactly." ”

The mallet rubbed over again, and Zhi simply picked it up, and said to Qianwei: "Lord Ghost, although the mallet may be the ghost king, it must first go back to Longshan with me to lift the forbidden spell before it can turn back into its true body, please allow me to take it away." ”

Qian Wei had heard about this matter from Lu Qi, and she knew it in her heart, but her face was still cold.

Especially seeing my brother put the dog's head on the branch arm with a look of enjoyment, it was really unproductive.

If she doesn't agree, I'm afraid this dog thing will pounce on herself and bite herself, right?

Qianwei quietly moved back with an expressionless face.

Zhigang cried, his eyes sparkled, and he took a big step forward, staring at her expectantly.

Qianwei was a little embarrassed for a while, she lived so old, she has always eaten soft and not hard, the most unbearable soft and glutinous girl looked at herself with a pair of big watery eyes, her iron-like heart instantly melted, became like a kind old grandmother, looking at the eyes of the branch, full of pity and love, I almost wanted to press her into her arms and rub it.

"Miss Zhi, I am reckless in this matter, and I am really sorry to cause you to suffer. Tomorrow, when Lu Qi wakes up, you can take it away. ”

Without waiting for the words to speak, the mallet raised his head and pointed at Qianwei: "Wang!"

"I still have important things to deal with, I can't accompany you back to Longshan, when the forbidden spell is lifted, if you still have a conscience, come back and help me." Qianwei looked at the mallet in Zhizhi's arms, reached out and patted him on the back, and finally sighed.