As soon as everyone's time for testing the medicine passed, Streamer and Liujing arranged for the disciples of Cold Mountain Villa to send them all out of Ember Mountain.

After experiencing this inhuman torture for seven days, not to mention that Leng Villa wanted them to leave, even if Leng Jiuming, the cold demon doctor, wanted to keep them as guests, everyone would not dare to stay.

Every bit of fresh air and every exquisite scenery in this cold mountain villa can easily evoke the painful memories of the test drug in their hearts.

Although they were unharmed after the end of the drug trial, the painful experience rooted in their hearts was like a brand, which they could not erase or forget.

After everyone left the realm of Iceember Mountain, they were completely relieved, and everyone did not ask each other about what they had suffered in the Courtyard of Iceember Mountain, and they did not want to mention it again.

On the way back silently, everyone tacitly hoped that they would never encounter any more poison in this life, and what diseases could not be cured by a cold magic doctor. This Ember Mountain, this Cold Demon Doctor, and this Cold Mountain Villa's Nai He Courtyard, seeing it once in a lifetime is enough.

At night, the thin moonlight was a little deserted, and a little lazy, like a thin veil shining at the entrance of a stone room on the top of the Ember Mountain.

"What's the matter?" The clear and magnetic voice of the man in white sounded faintly, and he couldn't hear any emotion, but he couldn't say it well, which made people want to continue listening, but unfortunately there was no follow-up after only two words.

The sound of light footsteps on the stairs sounded, and only when they heard the voice of their owner did the streamer dare to climb to the top of the mountain. The streamer dressed in black stopped on the last step, his hands clenched into fists, and he bowed.

"Owner, the weak water girl brought by the second young master of the Mu family asks to see you. After speaking, the streamer stood quietly, waiting for Leng Jiuming's instructions.

"Hmm. Leng Jiuming looked at the moonlight in the mountains, and waved his hand to signal the streamer to retreat.

"Yes. The streamer walked down the stone steps slowly, and only after raising his eyes that he could no longer see the scenery on the top of the mountain did he lift his breath and indulge, and several ups and downs completely blended into the night.

As for the seeker, he didn't need to reply at all. If he wants to see him, he will naturally go to the seeker, if he doesn't want to see him, it's useless for anyone to say anything.

As for the top of this mountain, it is the residence of their owner, and even himself and Liujing, as the most powerful envoys of the owner, are not allowed to step into half a step at will. Unless Leng Jiuming instructed him, every time he needed to report something, he could only stand on the last step at most.

On the last step of the stairs, the streamer, who was the left envoy, could often see their owner standing outside the stone room in that place, and as for what was in the stone room and what it was for, the streamer did not know, let alone be curious at will.

Their owner, Leng Jiuming, is a frightening figure in the rivers and lakes, and he can also be said to be notorious. For the strong, there will always be someone who will discredit him out of fear, and it seems that only in this way can he not appear to be afraid because of weakness.

But in the heart of the streamer, their owner is not to say that he has nothing to do with the devil, and he is even a good person. At least in his own and Liujing's hearts, Cold Demon Doctor Leng Jiuming is not only a good person, but also a lifesaver for their brothers. Not only the grace of saving lives, but also the grace of recreation.

Streamer and Streamer are twin brothers, they are the children of poor families, and Streamer will always remember that the plague of that year made their poor family like a leaky house and it rained overnight.

Almost the entire village has died of illness, and those who still have breath have already fled, and he and his younger brother Liujing cannot escape this disaster.

On that day, the scorching sun poisoned the dusty ground, and the flowing scene finally couldn't hold on and fell on the steaming escape road. The plague had already taken the lives of their parents, and now they were going to take their only relative, Liujing?

Streamer sat desperately on the hot yellow mud soil that seemed to be burned by the sun, holding Liujing's heart like ashes, maybe he couldn't escape, so let his family of four be companions on Huangquan Road.

Streamer closed his eyes, and when there was no longer any hope in his heart, death was not an unacceptable thing. He even saw his father and mother, and saw him holding Liujing's hand and running towards his father and mother who was waiting for them with a smile......

The ruined village is gone, the stench of rot is gone, and the scorching yellow sand is gone...... The streamer even felt a hint of coolness, even cold.

It turned out that Huangquan Road was really cold, really cold...... Don't be afraid, we'll see Mom and Dad soon...... Thinking so in his heart, the corners of his mouth turned out to be curled again......

"He's not dead yet, I'll just ask, do you want to live?" The words without the slightest emotion came from above the streamer's head, with a slight chill.

Who is talking? Has he already arrived in the Netherworld? Why do you say that you want to live?

Streamer opened his eyes with difficulty, wanting to see if the "people" of the underworld had asked the wrong thing. But what caught his eye was not what he imagined, he was still sitting on the yellow sandy land, there was not even a tree around, and the scorching sun was scorching mercilessly.

In front of him stood a young man in white, who looked a few years younger than him and Liujing, it was his tall figure that blocked the scorching sunlight for him and Liujing, and it was also the cold emanating from his body that lowered the temperature around him.

The young man in white's clean and snow-white clothes, and his handsome face were incompatible with this barren land, and his eyes were blue, calm, deep, but also indifferent and cold.

At that time, the streamer had never seen the sea, but he had heard from a passer-by from other places what the sea was like. The moment he saw the eyes of the young man in white, the word "sea" suddenly appeared in Liuguang's mind, even if he had never seen it.

"Do you want to live?" The young man in white ignored the yellow-skinned, yellow-skinned, loess-covered young man looking at him, and repeated his question lightly.

"Think, want to live, we want to live!" The streamer's lips were chapped with lack of water, just as the ground under their feet was chapped from lack of water.

Although he was dying, his eyes lit up the moment he answered, and his voice couldn't help but be loud. It was the instinct of survival, and he used all his strength to answer the question of the young man in white.

I don't know why, but the boy who obviously looks younger than them can make him believe that he can save him and save Liujing. He didn't even promise that he would be able to save them, but the streamer just felt that he could, and the young man in white had the kind of courage that people would not doubt at all.

Streamer fainted after answering with all his might, and as a result, his memory of how he and Streamer had left was no longer there. All he knew was that when he woke up again, they were already in Cold Hills.

In the years to come, Lengshan Villa has become their accommodation. And the young man in white who saved them not only saved them, but also taught them martial arts, making them his left and right envoys respectively.

For more than ten years, in the eyes of Streamer and Liujing, the young man in white, their owner Leng Jiuming, has always had a mysterious color on his body that no one can understand. But no matter what, the two brothers will follow him in this life, and they will never say the same, whether the world worships him as a god or a demon.

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