Two days have passed, and there are countless disciples sent out by Bing Ruohan, searching day and night, searching for dozens of peaks in Zixia Mountain, large and small, killing hundreds of corpse beasts, but only finding a trace of Xiao Jiu.

If you continue to search for it without any clues, I am afraid that Xiao Jiu will be like the inexplicable mountain search disciple a few days ago, with only a scorched body left.

Thinking about it like this, I became more and more panicked.

The afterglow of the setting sun faded little by little, and Bing Ruohan stood at the gate of the burned Zixia Immortal Mansion, looked at the sky in the distance, and said in a low voice: "Xiao Jiu, where are you?"

There was a palpitation in my heart, and the pain was like a knife cut in an instant, and the heart disease also attacked.

Clutching his chest, he staggered back to the door that burned to the point of the frame, and leaned back for a moment.

Slowly, I want to leave, suddenly stepped on an object under my feet, made a small sound of "click", looked down, and saw a half-burned bamboo flute under his feet, he endured the pain of heart attack, slowly picked up the bamboo flute, and suddenly his eyes expanded.

This bamboo flute is the one I gave to Yuhe that day.

Even if half of it is burned, you can be absolutely sure that it is your own hand.

That day, because of this bamboo flute, Xiao Jiu mistakenly thought that he had a different kind of affection for Yuhe, and that stupid girl didn't know that she was good.

If it weren't for that, how could Sang Lu personally invite that Yuhe out of Zelan Xiaozhu?

Sang Lu has admired herself since she entered the master's door, which Bing Ruohan has actually felt very early, but the falling flowers are intentional and the flowing water is ruthless.

Bing Ruohan is only a master and apprentice to Sang Lu.

Let's not talk about what she meant by arranging Yuhe to her side, but there is one thing, he, like Xiao Jiu, doesn't like Yuhe to appear in Zelan Xiaozhu and appear between the two of them.

Therefore, Bing Ruohan came to use his own way to control his body, deliberately approached Yuhe, and used Sang Lu's jealousy to drive Yuhe out of Zelan Xiaozhu.

And the stupid Jiumu Yunxiang, how did he know that Bing Ruohan had good intentions this time?

Afterwards, when Yuhe was mentioned, he still felt from time to time that the little uncle in front of him was really stepping on two boats.

Bing Ruohan looked at the bamboo flute in his hand, a little expected, not easy to notice.

After a while, he stood up clutching his chest and walked towards the bottom of Zixia Mountain with pain.

The sky slowly darkened, and there was a jungle at the bottom of the mountain.

The young man in white put his hands behind his back, forcibly endured the discomfort of a heart attack, and the beads of sweat on his forehead dripped down his cheeks, not into the clouds and white clothes, mottled, and this miserable white color has been hidden in this moonlight, not easy to be noticed.

"Childe. A crisp woman's voice sounded behind her, it was Yuhe.

She could hear the playing of the bamboo flute, and guessed that it was Gongzi who led her, and sure enough, it was so.

"You're here. Bing Ruohan said lightly, and turned around.

"Why did the son call Yuhe to come?"

Yuhe felt a trace of joy and a trace of uneasiness in his heart.

Happily, she saw the Ruohan Gongzi who she was thinking about again, and she was uneasy that she was looking for him at this time, as if it was not the right time.

Could it be that after the incident, he showed his horse's feet? Thinking about it carefully, he didn't, but when he was in a panic, he lost the bamboo flute that Gongzi gave him.

However, the fire that day was very big, and the bamboo flute was probably burned to ashes a long time ago, and there would be nothing left.

Clinker, it backfired.

Bing Ruohan handed the half-burned bamboo flute to her from behind, and said angrily: "Do you still know this thing?"

When Yu He saw it, he was shocked, and he spoke: "Of course I remember, this, this is the bamboo flute that Gongzi gave me." ”

Bing Ruohan's face turned cold:

"Say, where is Xiao Jiu?"

Yu He was stunned, unexpectedly, as soon as Bing Ruohan came up, he didn't ask her why she appeared in the Zixia Immortal Mansion that day, didn't ask what she did with this bamboo flute, didn't ask who she was instructed by, and didn't ask why she suddenly attacked the mountain with the corpse beast.

But he asked directly where Xiao Jiu was?

Yu He chuckled:

What he cared about was no more than Jiumu Yunxiang from the beginning.

Seeing himself, he didn't even bother to ask these many questions, is he so redundant here.

Yuhe was a little sad, she didn't know that his intention to make a bamboo flute for himself was just to let the princess drive herself out of his nose as soon as possible.

However, even so, she once deceived herself into believing that Ruohan Gongzi might be a little bit good to herself.

The surrounding bamboo leaves rustled by the wind, and the moon was hidden by dark clouds, flickering bright and dark, just like Yuhe would never understand how Ruohan Gongzi felt about him, flickering near and far.

Yu He smiled bitterly and replied to the question: "Has the son ever been really good to Yu He?"

At this time, Bing Ruohan was already sweating through his clothes due to the attack of heart disease, he endured the discomfort, and he was going to ask Xiao Jiu's whereabouts today, and when he heard Yuhe ask him, did he ever pay his sincerity to himself.

There was an imperceptible sneer on Bing Ruohan's face, which had always remained unchanged for thousands of years, and said, "I only ask you, where is Xiao Jiu?"

When Yu He heard this, now he even said a word to himself, as if he was dirty with his mouth, and the little sincerity he once thought was just self-inflicted.

In Ruohan's heart, there is only the nine wood clouds.

Seeing him like this, Yuhe felt very painful in his heart, and said, "You want to know where she is, I'm afraid it's too late to know,"

"What do you mean?"

"Heh......" Yu He sneered, "Maybe, she's ...... with other men now"

"Tell me, where is she?" Bing Ruohan's eyes were like a frozen ice, and like a burning fire, the ice and fire melted into the light of his eyes, making him, who had always been rational and calm, become crazy and angry.

He grabbed her by the neck and tried to break it.

Yu He has never seen such a cold and cold, the young man in white in the past, with a fierce and vicious appearance, is like a vicious wolf, and his eyes are terrifying.

Yu He felt that she was about to be strangled to death by him, her face was red and white alternately, she struggled to break away from those powerful and trembling hands, stepped back, and shouted: "You are so capable, won't you find it yourself?"

There was a cold light in Bing Ruohan's eyes, and then with a wave, a white light was particularly dazzling in this dark night, and it shot towards Yuhe.

From time to time, I saw that Yuhe lying on the ground without moving.

Bing Ruohan was a little physically exhausted, but when he thought of Xiao Jiu, no matter what, he had to hold on.

Now, there is only one way, maybe you can try it.

That is to take out the blood of the heart, and draw out the breath of the mica stone on Xiao Jiu's body, the mica stone has followed him for thousands of years, and has protected the heart for thousands of years.

Although this method has never been tried, I don't know if it is feasible, but for now, it can only be so.

When a heart disease attacks, if you take the blood from your heart and replace it with an ordinary person, you will definitely die.

But Bing Ruohan is still willing to risk death for Xiao Jiu.