"Or—what do you know?" Chu Qize saw that Yan Tunan didn't speak, so he continued to ask: "Or ...... What have you done?"

"......" Chu Qize pressed forward step by step, and Yan Tunan didn't know how to respond for a while, so he had to take another sip of the soup in his hand.

"You'd better say it now, or after a while, you won't be able to say it if you want to. Chu Qize said lightly, and the words fell, making Yan Tunan's heart tremble.

Chu Qize sat back at the table leisurely, his slender fingers tapping the wall of the cup every now and then, and there was still an unpredictable calm in his eyes.

Chu Qize knew that the person who killed Fu Chu was Yan Tu Nan, and the person who had been secretly targeting Chu Duan was also Yan Tu Nan.

Yan Tunan just wanted to say something, but he really felt a burning sensation suddenly rise in his stomach, as if it could spread to all corners of his body along the blood.

The soup is poisonous.

Yan Tunan raised his eyes and looked at Chu Qize painfully: "Senior uncle-didn't you say that you won't harm me?"

After finishing speaking, Chu Cize couldn't bear to laugh softly, as if he was amused by Yan Tunan's words.

"I won't harm you, but I want you to keep the secrets you know forever—" He leaned in slightly towards Yan Tunan, "Also, I really won't hurt anyone, but I will harm those who have evil intentions." ”

......

It was a harsh winter, the night was getting deeper, and the temperature was plummeting. The atmosphere at the foot of the mountain, which was slowly returning to tranquility, slowly became lively after the first snow fell.

“...... Up the hill. Chu Duan saw that it was starting to snow that day, so he had the intention of taking Fuchu back.

His voice fell leisurely into Fu Chu's ears, making Fu Chu's heart feel a little lost.

Obviously, he hasn't been playing for long since he went down the mountain, and the other disciples are still under the mountain, why do they have to go back now? Besides, it's still snowing now, such a rare heavy snowfall, Chu Duan is actually so ruthless?!

Fu Chu looked straight at Chu Duan, and his heart was inevitably a little unbalanced, not to mention ...... Chu Duan also bought her a mask before, she wore it like this, who could recognize that Fu Chu, who couldn't go down the mountain, was now under the mountain?

Thinking about it, Fu Chu opened her mouth slightly, ready to say something, but before she could speak, Chu Duan opened her mouth and took the first step: "If you don't want to be caught sneaking down the mountain, go up the mountain with me now." ”

After Chu Duan's words fell, Fu Chu's heart seemed to be even more unhappy, and while she was secretly aggrieved in her heart, she raised her hand and slightly raised the mask in her hand.

Suddenly, a chill seeped into Fu Chu's skin, making Fu Chu shiver.

The night was gentle, and the snowflakes fell on Chu Duan's clean white robe, and then slowly merged with the clean white.

Fu Chu's shiver, Chu Duan saw it in his eyes, and seeing Fu Chu's cold like this, Chu Duan couldn't help but smile helplessly. He raised his hand slightly, then put the mask back on Fu Chu's face.

Fu Chu just wanted to take off the mask again, but he didn't want to, but he was stopped by Chu Duan.

The warm palm ironed the back of her cold hand, making Fu Chu can't help but warm up.

Chu Duan slightly adjusted the mask on Fuchu's face, and then put his hand down leisurely: "Put it on." ”

His voice was low, but it was like some kind of order, and it was impossible to disobey it.

Fu Chu looked at Chu Dui, even she didn't know what was going on, she always felt that today's Chu Duan was targeting her everywhere, singing against her, as soon as she thought of this, Fu Chu's heart felt a little uncomfortable, she retracted her hand, and muttered to herself: "Aren't you afraid of being caught and sitting?"

"......?" No matter how softly Fu Chu said it, this sentence was finally heard by Chu Duan.

Chu Duan looked at Fu Chu inexplicably, as if Fu Chu could say such a thing, it was completely unexpected, he probably never thought that this little junior sister who had been brought up by himself since he was a child would one day be on a par with him.

Thinking of this, Chu Duan couldn't help but stretch out his hand again.

In the next second, a cold air rushed towards Fu Chu's face—Chu Duan lifted her mask again.

Fu Chu didn't even have time to react, and Chu Duan's voice fell into her ears again: "What did you say?"

The cold hit, and Fu Chu couldn't help but sniff, and she looked at Chu Duan sluggishly, as if she hadn't recovered for a while.

At this moment, Chu Duan was still wearing the mask that Fu Chu had chosen for him, and although only the lower part of his face was exposed, Fu Chu seemed to be able to feel the questioning on his face.

"......" Fu Chu paused slightly, and after a long time, he barely managed to squeeze out an embarrassing and impolite smile: "I said...... Senior brother, you're right, we have to hurry up the mountain, otherwise we will be punished if we are discovered!"

Chu Dui: "......"

I have to say that sometimes, Chu Duan still admires Fu Chu's ability to make things up.

Seeing that Chu Duan didn't say anything more, Fu Chu tentatively took Chu Duan's wrist, and then carefully put Chu Dui's hand down.

The road up the mountain is not easy, and with the heavy snow, it seems to be even more difficult.

Fu Chu followed behind Chu Duan step by step, reflecting the soft moonlight, stepping on the footprints left by Chu Duan.

"Senior Brother—" Suddenly, a soft voice crossed the quiet night, attracting Chu Duan's attention.

Chu Duan tilted his head sideways and glanced at Fu Chu curiously: "Huh?"

"I think other disciples seem to have swords, but what about your sword?" Fu Chu raised his eyes, and his gaze fell straight on Chu Duan's body, his eyes full of curiosity.

After finishing speaking, Chu Duan couldn't help but slow down his pace—it seemed that most of the disciples in Nangu Mountain had a saber, a saber of their own, a saber that they could completely control.

But Chu Duan, as the eldest disciple of Nangu Mountain, has never obtained a sword of his own for a long time.

He also asked Master Sanqing, but Sanqing just said plainly every time: "It's not time yet." ”

Chu Duan didn't know why he always didn't have a sword, and he didn't know when he would be able to have his own sword.

In this way, there were more times, and Chu Duan stopped asking.

Slowly, Chu Duan didn't pay so much attention to this matter - it didn't seem to have a sword, and it didn't affect him much.

“...... Senior brother?"

Suddenly, Fu Chu's voice fell into Chu Duan's ears again, pulling Chu Duan's thoughts back: "No." ”

Chu Duan said indifferently, as if he didn't care so much about that sword.

"Why?"

Chu Duan glanced at Fu Chu, then turned his head, smiled helplessly, and said calmly, "Maybe—I'm not at the time to control it." ”