In the stone room without a trace of snow, there is a stone table and a stone bed. The candle flame on the stone table was blown and flickered by the wind brought by the collapse of the stone door.

By the bright yellow candlelight, Mu Wanfeng stared at a painting on the stone table, the ink of the person in the painting had not yet dried, and it was obvious that he had just painted it.

Xue Wuxian was also stunned in place, and even Mu Wanfeng suddenly slammed the door in, but he didn't care about getting angry......

This painting is the one that the female disciple of the Hundred Flowers Valley asked who was in the painting of Snow Without a Trace. Mu Wanfeng knows, and even the content in the painting, Mu Wanfeng also knows.

The handsome bird in the painting is the Peng Que of Yandang Mountain, and the one who confronts Peng Que and holds a silver gun is Mu Wanfeng himself!

The identity of the person in front of him is about to come out. For a long time, the doubts that plagued Mu Wanfeng's heart were also solved.

No wonder the rice was in the Valley of Hundred Flowers that day, and he was so intimate with the snow Wuxian who arrived for the first time; no wonder he took good care of himself who he had never met, and even sacrificed his life to save him; no wonder he knew how to get out of the Sancai Formation; and no wonder, because of Xiang Xuelan, he was cold to himself.

Mu Wanfeng suddenly became clear, but the last question seemed to feel that something was wrong......

The person in front of him is the son of the cult demon who is on his lips, admiring and talking about it - white and flawless!

Xue Wuxian's face changed and changed, staring at Mu Wanfeng without speaking. And Mu Wanfeng was also silent, and she hadn't recovered from the shock for a long time.

At this time, Xue Wuxi's appearance was like two people compared to Bai Wufeng in Mu Wanfeng's memory.

After being silent for a long time, Mu Wanfeng asked with some uncertainty: "Xiao, Xiaobai?"

"Humph!"

Xue Wuji's lips squirmed, and he snorted faintly, neither admitting nor denying it, but slowly walked to the collapsed stone door.

"Two, I have something to discuss with him below, please do it. Snow Without a Trace said coldly.

Mu Wanfeng looked down his figure, and only then did he find that Xiang Xuelan and Mo Yushu were standing at the door at this time.

After the two heard the movement, they came over after a while, and saw Mu Wanfeng and Xue Wuxian confronting each other, worried that something would go wrong, so they didn't leave.

At this time, seeing the snow without a trace, he hesitated for a moment, but quietly retreated. The relationship between Mu Wanfeng and Xue Wuxian is not ordinary, and they have nothing to worry about......

Seeing the two leaving, Xue Wuxian straightened the stone door again, casually arranged a soundproof formation, came to the stone table, dried the ink on the painting, and then gently rolled it up and put it into the space ring.

After doing all this, Xue Wuxian slowly spoke: "If you don't have anything to say, Your Excellency can go out......"

Your Excellency, this title clearly means that he has a grudge in his heart.

"What kind of attitude do you have?" Mu Wanfeng said angrily.

"Attitude?" Xue Wuxian glanced at him faintly, and said, "So, what attitude should I use?" laugh heartily, or hug each other and cry?"

Mu Wanfeng was slightly stunned, this question stumped him, although there were thousands of words, but he didn't know where to start.

He walked to the edge of the stone bed, lay down on all fours, pillowed his head with his arms, squinted at Xue Wuxian and said: "I took off my clothes and said I hated it, stuttered plum and asked sweet and sour, and pretended to be confused, right?"

Seeing that Mu Wanfeng didn't regard herself as an outsider at all, Xue Wuxian raised her eyebrows and said indifferently: "You are casual." ”

Mu Wanfeng said: "I shouldn't be casual? Don't divert the topic, why are you angry during this time? Where did I provoke you?"

Xue Wuxian also walked to the side of the bed and said, "Go in!"

Mu Wanfeng was stunned when she heard this, then her buttocks lifted, and she twisted her body and leaned in to make room for a little.

Xue Wuxian also lay up, and then said: "If you're in a bad mood, you have to find someone to vent your anger, don't you?"

Mu Wanfeng was speechless for a moment, and after a moment of silence, she said: "I didn't expect you to lie too, but when you don't think about it, this doesn't match the image of the cult son who is flawless and resourceful......"

"Resourceful?" Xue Wuxian smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "I didn't expect to be so highly rated by you......"

"Thank you!" After another period of silence, Mu Wanfeng thanked him endlessly.

Xue Wuxian was stunned for a moment, recalled the scene when he was in Yandang Mountain, and said indifferently: "The honorable driver has also rescued each other, and he is still in the next courtesy?"

"Aren't you just polite, it's really stingy, you forgot to bring the birds when you went out, right?" Mu Wanfeng pursed her lips, raised her left foot, and rested on Xue Wuxi's body.

"Take it away. Xue Wuxian was immediately furious.

"No, I don't. Mu Wanfeng shook her head and said.

"I repeat, take it away!"

"I repeat, don't take it!"

Seeing that he looked like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water, Xue Wuxian threatened with an ugly face: "Your skin is itchy again, right?"

Mu Wanfeng shrugged her shoulders and said indifferently: "With your urine nature, you have to beat it early......"

Xue Wuxian stared at Mu Wanfeng for a long time, then suddenly let out a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "You know me quite well." ”

If people see that the head of the cult who is now fighting against the righteous path is planning to kill the sons of hundreds of righteous path monks, but at this time, he will definitely lose his eyeballs.

Xue Wuxian looked at the stinky feet on his stomach and Mu Wanfeng, and asked, "...... you Don't you hate me?"

Mu Wanfeng rubbed her body up, leaned against the head of the bed, and after thinking seriously for a moment, she asked, "Why don't you ask those dead people to hate you?"

Xue Wuxian said proudly: "How others think of me, what do they have to do with me!"

"So, it has something to do with me?" Mu Wanfeng sighed and said: "The struggle between good and evil has its own purpose, and what is sought is only interests, how can it be clear in a few words?"

After a pause, he continued: "I don't care who is right or wrong, as long as the people I cherish are not harmed, I have nothing to hold grudges." ”

Xue Wuxian narrowed her eyes, stared at Mu Wanfeng, and asked word by word, "What if I kill Xiang Xuelan, or if she kills me?"

This question made Mu Wanfeng a little confused, and she didn't know how to answer for a while.

However, Xue Wuxian didn't mean to stop there, and then asked, "If you really get to that point, will you kill me, or will you choose to kill her?"

Hope is good, reality is cruel.

Mu Wanfeng knows that with the struggle between good and evil, the situation he said is very likely to appear one day in the future, and how will he make a choice when the time comes?

frowned and thought for a long time, but Mu Wanfeng didn't come up with an answer.

"I don't know, maybe I'll hate you, maybe I'll kill you, but I won't forget that we have relied on each other twice!" Mu Wanfeng said.

"Hmph~ so close to each other!"

Xue Wuxian snorted coldly, obviously not very satisfied with this answer.

Mu Wanfeng suddenly became angry, kicked him on the buttocks, and said, "You ask me to answer, you love me, what's the matter that you are not satisfied? I was born to owe you?"

Xue Wuji's face also darkened, grabbed his feet, threw him out of bed, and said, "Lying on my bed, but thinking about others, should I be satisfied?"

Mu Wanfeng looked at him incredulously, cold sweat broke out, and he forgot to get up for a while, kicked his feet on the ground, moved back with his hands supporting his body, and said while moving back: "Xiaobai, you ......"

"What's wrong with me?" Snow Traceless sneered.

Mu Wanfeng suddenly remembered the question that the female disciple had asked when she saw the painting when she was in the Valley of Hundred Flowers:

"Senior Brother Xue, what did you do with it?

"I have a lot of secrets, don't look at them in the future!"

"Secret? Could it be that you are drawing your sweetheart?"

"Sweetheart, isn't it......?"

When he saw the painting just now, his mind was full of the question of Xue Wuxi's identity, but he forgot about the stubble behind it.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible, and he was frightened, and said: "I heard that the cult is just like that, you won't really ......."

"Throat, yes?" said Xue Wushu, noncommittal.

Mu Wanfeng was so frightened that she stepped back again, until her back was against the wall, she stopped, and said righteously: "Xiaobai, my chest is flat, my buttocks are not cocked, I never dare to look in the mirror, my hair will not grow on the top of my head, my chin will be stubble, and I will bring a bird in the middle, I am born to pee standing up, if you want it, the concubine ...... I can't do it!"

Xue Wuxian took a deep breath, pressed back with his right hand, tried to restrain himself from beating him, pointed to the door with his left hand, and said slowly: "Go out and ......"

Mu Wanfeng was stunned for a moment, it was so easy to let herself go, could it be that she was wrong?

Seeing him sitting in the corner of the wall stupidly, Xue Wuxian took a deep breath again and spit out one word: "Get out!"

Now he is rude to Mu Wanfeng, just like eating and drinking, and he will no longer feel that anything is wrong, I have to say, this is a sad story.

Mu Wanfeng finally came back to her senses, and got up like a pardon, whether it was or not, it would be better to go first.

But when he just walked to the door and was about to push open the stone door, he suddenly remembered a question, and turned around and said: "Xiaobai, since you don't have that kind of fetish, you see if the matter of the bitter love pill is ......?"

Xue Wuxian suddenly smiled and asked, "I'll give you the antidote now, do you dare to take it?"

Mu Wanfeng: "This ......"

This is embarrassing for him, at that time, Xue Wuji's identity changed, but his own identity did not change. The bitter pill is clearly used to rectify him, where would he let him go so easily?

Now he took out the antidote, he didn't dare to eat it, but just left, he was unwilling.

"Why, do you want me to send you?" I remember clearly that you were going to shoot a bird and make up for me!" Xue Wuxian stared at his crotch and smiled charmingly.

Mu Wanfeng shivered, and blurted out, "Don't touch me, uh...... No need to send it, I'll go by myself. ”

Open the door, leave, all in one go!

Xue Wuxian closed the stone door without a trace, stood in the doorway, and muttered to himself, "Once...... Do you depend on each other......"

He took out the painting again, spread it on the stone table, looked at the person in the painting, dipped the pen in ink, and wrote a line of words by the bright yellow firelight:

Your chuckle is poetry, your silence is words, and your tearful eyes are full of lovesickness;

I also hold the candle flame, and the cycle repeats, and when I don't see you, I add a few red candles......