Rong Xian raised her eyes, her gaze seemed to penetrate the curtain and looked out of the window, her voice was hoarse and weak: "The fourth day." ”

Rong Xian gently lifted the curtain with her hand, a simple action that made it extremely difficult for her to do.

A little light sprinkled on her body, as if it had gilded her with a layer of silver.

Rong Xian tilted her head slightly, her eyes widening suddenly.

Her trembling hands lifted the strands of hair that hung down from her chest, and she was shocked to find that the ends of the hair were half palm-length, and the hair was as white as snow.

She stretched out her hand and put all the strands of hair in front of her, and the ends of her hair, which should have been as green as ink, seemed to be submerged by a layer of frost, and the white was dazzling.

As soon as she let go of her hand, strands of hair fell.

"Hair is like frost, heart is like snow, sitting alone in the secluded room waiting for the dawn. Rong Xian muttered.

Her eyes lit up, and she boasted embarrassedly: "Good poetry, really good poetry." ”

She blew her hair sideways, and said after a moment's silence: "If I go to the Great Xia Dynasty to take the imperial examination now, will I be successful?"

cough, say a thousand ways and ten thousand, Rong Xian is now making fun in suffering.

She didn't expect that she didn't have gray hair for more than a thousand years in her previous life, and in this life, she was only in her twenties.

Dealing with this wave of pain is so exhausting, and every moment is an endless torment.

Ironically, the power of the curse that brought her endless torment was something she had been letting go.

However, she could clearly feel that the medicinal effect of Shengge in her body had disappeared.

Rong Xian moved her body, and a layer of cold sweat oozed from her forehead.

She tried to stand up, but every inch of her body moved with a bone-eating pain, and each movement had to slow down for a long time, waiting for the sharp pain to fade before moving again.

I don't know how long it took, Rong Xian finally got out of bed.

She seemed to be used to the soul-tearing pain, and she was no longer as immobile as she had been.

Opening the door, she took a deep breath, the sticky, dirty breath digging into the tip of her nose.

Rong Xian frowned, put her hands in her sleeves, and walked slowly in the direction of Lily of the Valley.

Those eyes that should have been pure are no longer pure clarity, nor are they abyssal darkness.

How to describe it, it is like countless stars spinning, like the changes of mountains and rivers, deep and vast, vast and boundless, and mysterious everywhere.

All the demon cultivators who met her on the road couldn't help but hang their heads, only to feel that the elegance around this adult was too compelling, so that they didn't dare to look at it directly.

She walked all the way to the dirty and filthy place, a pair of phoenix eyes looked indifferently at the lewd scene in front of her, and her emotions did not fluctuate at all.

Rong Xian casually swept in front of her eyes, found a clean place, and sat down cross-legged with a pull of her skirt.

Every move seems uninhibited, like a celebrity hermit who has traveled through time, and his gestures have a mysterious charm that is different from this era and environment.

"Someone. She called.

The demon cultivator who was guarding the side immediately walked to Rong Xian and knelt down, he didn't dare to stand up straight and let the adult look up at him.

"My lord, what do you command?" asked the demon cultivator respectfully.

Rong Xian pointed to Lily of the Valley, who was tossing and turning under different people, and asked calmly: "How could the people of Haotian Immortal Sect appear in Wuxin Cliff openly, how did I not know that Wuxin Cliff and Haotian Immortal Sect had made peace?"

Demon cultivator, demon cultivator suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, dying, what should he say? Could it be that this immortal cultivator has abandoned immortal cultivation and demon cultivation, and they have also become subordinates of others?

No, whoever says this will die.

Seeing that the demon cultivator couldn't make a sound for a long time, Rong Xian glanced at him.

None of the demon cultivators knelt down, and fell down.

His heart was shocked, and he only felt that he seemed to see a sky full of stars at that glance just now, and then he was swallowed by the giant python incarnated by the stars.

Terrifying, powerful.

"What about Qi Pan?" Rong Xian asked suddenly.

Demon Xiu didn't react for a long time, who it was, as if she knew his ignorance, Rong Xian's expression had a feeling of hating iron and steel, and she added nonchalantly: "Great Elder of the Immortal Sect." ”

This demon cultivator kneeled again, and hurriedly responded: "Qi Pan has been recuperating from his injuries in the Noji Pavilion. ”

Rong Xian raised her eyebrows: "No Jige?"

Her expression froze, and her voice didn't have much strength as before, but it made everyone here fall to their knees.

Rong Xian said slowly: "I remember that it was the place where the Lord of the Heart Rested Heart cultivated, how could Qi Pan He De dare to enter there?"

The demon cultivators knelt on the ground and shivered, the air was silent for a while, and even the demon cultivators who were having fun with Lily of the Valley softened ♂.

An alert person hurriedly shouted: "My lord, my subordinates will go and arrest Qi Pan immediately." ”

Rong Xian: "......" She acquiesced.

The demon cultivators knew this, and a group of them hurriedly walked towards the Noji Pavilion.

After running away, a soft and powerless voice sounded in his ears again: "Bring people out, life or death don't matter." ”

The demon cultivators were a spirit, and their speed was more than a star and a half faster than just now, and they always felt that the result of the last sentence of 'life and death' was prepared for them.

After the demon cultivators left, Rong Xian's gaze fell on the naked fruit of the lily of the valley.

Although Lily of the Valley looked still confused, and her body involuntarily rubbed on the ground, Rong Xian knew that her consciousness was clear.

That's the most torturous effect that comes with Shengge, making you watch yourself shamelessly pestering one person after another, but you can't do anything about it.

"Lily of the valley, this is Shengge. Rong Xian's voice was calm and unwavering, but it gave people a sense of sadness.

She sat cross-legged on the ground motionless, her eyes were like rolling up the stars in the sky and were out of focus, and she asked in a very sincere tone: "Have you personally felt the effect of Shengge, does it make you very powerless, make you want to go crazy, and you can't wait to break yourself?"

After saying this, Mending Daoxian pondered for a moment, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said very hatefully: "But you can't do it." ”

Lily of the Valley: "......"

These five words are like a magic spell engraved in the depths of Lily of the Valley's soul.

Her eyes were red, and her crazy and sinister eyes were creepy.

I can't do it, but what about Rong Xian, why are you fine, obviously you have also won the sheng song, you have also won the sheng song.

We are all suffering from Shengge, why am I the only one who sinks in madness and despair, and you sit there high and clean.

It's not fair, it's not fair at all.

In this world, it has never treated me well.

Obviously, I am better than you everywhere, but Shen Jiuliu only likes you. I've tried so hard to do a good job, but I can't even beat a single piece of your news that seems to be true or false.

Now, even though we have all won the sheng song, you are unscathed, and I can only lie on the ground and sink into the mud.

It's not fair.

Lily of the valley was screaming inwardly, but when it came to her mouth, it turned into a sticky soft moan.