The night is over.

On a small lonely tomb, two figures snuggled together, and the east was already slightly white.

The man's clothes were disheveled, his long hair was scattered, gently fluttering with the morning breeze, leaning on a stone tablet behind him, and at this moment he suddenly opened his closed eyes, and the essence in his eyes flashed.

Nie Xiaoqian was sleeping peacefully in his arms, dressed in white veil, like a fairy who had gone down to earth in the nine days, although her face was a little pale and lacked blood, but it revealed a sense of pity and weakness.

Her brow furrowed, and a slight smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, not knowing what she had dreamed of at night.

Qiao Chenan thought, maybe this is the most solid night she has slept in so many years, without the oppression of her grandmother, the covetousness of her sisters, and the need to do harmful things again, she finally got free from the devil's cave and was able to be her true self again.

Perhaps sensing Qiao Chen'an's movements, Xiao Qian slowly opened her eyes, revealing a pair of jewel-like eyes, her long eyelashes trembled, casting a shadow in the middle of the lake.

Seeing Qiao Chen'an wake up, a smile suddenly appeared on her face, and she said, "Childe is awake?"

And when he noticed the state of the two of them at this time, his whole body was buried in Qiao Chen'an's arms, and his breath was full of masculine and fiery masculine atmosphere, and his beautiful face was dyed with a layer of pink, which was as bright as a peach and plum, and it was extremely moving.

Xiao Qian lowered her head and didn't dare to look at Qiao Chen'an, but the layer of pink was like ink in water, gradually blending, spreading to the root of her ears, and even the slender swan-like jade neck was dyed with a layer of light powder.

Qiao Chen'an only then noticed the soft touch coming from all over his body, because of the posture of the two, Xiao Qian's whole person was close to his body, with his current cultivation, he could naturally clearly feel the beauty under that layer of white veil, and a sentence naturally appeared in his heart: Women are made of water.

Qiao Chen'an opened his arms, Xiao Qian left his arms, and stood up, still bowing his head slightly, like a mimosa touched by someone.

Qiao Chen'an got up and felt bursts of soreness all over his body, especially a penetrating wound on his left shoulder, although the wound had already scabbed over and no longer had blood flowing out, it was still a hot pain.

Looking inward, the spiritual power in the dantian is almost exhausted, and the only thing to be thankful for is that the "glutinous rice ball" is full of brilliance, like a small golden sun, and it seems that the spiritual power contained in it will never be exhausted, and it is rapidly replenishing the consumption of last night's battle.

Not far away, a bronze tripod was deformed by the impact of the explosion, the surface was pitted, and half of the tripod body was buried in the rubble, revealing only one tripod ear.

In the distance, a green onion, the sound of water murmuring, the mountains are like tigers standing on the dragon plate, hidden in the long mist, its momentum soars to the sky.

"I'm so lucky!"

Qiao Chen'an had a smile on his face, opened his arms, and took a hard breath, as if he wanted to take the whole world into his arms.

Although he looks embarrassed, he inexplicably gives people a strong sense of confidence.

He looked at Xiao Qian and said with a smile: "That old witch is dead, and no one will persecute you in the future." By the way, where are your ashes?"

Xiao Qian raised her head when she heard this, her chest rose and fell slightly, she looked at him gratefully, and said, "Thank you Gongzi for saving Xiao Qian from the demon cave, Xiao Qian is grateful." ”

Stretched out his palm and pointed to the small mound where they were standing at their feet, and said softly, "Xiao Qian's ashes are at the feet of Gongzi." ”

"Huh?"

Qiao Chenan was surprised when he heard her words, subconsciously looked down at the bare grave standing at his feet, turned around, brushed away the weeds with his hands, and found that the small stone tablet was engraved with "The Tomb of the Beloved Daughter Nie Xiaoqian".

I couldn't help but show a strange look on my face, I didn't expect that I would accidentally lean on her tombstone and sleep all night, is this a coincidence?

But fate is a wonderful thing, who can say clearly?

An accident connects two unrelated lives.

The next thing is very simple, under Nie Xiaoqian's gaze, Qiao Chenan knocked down the tombstone, dug down a few feet, and finally revealed a golden pagoda wrapped in layers of tree roots, which contained Xiaoqian's ashes.

It's such a small artifact that has trapped Xiaoqian here for so many years.

The moment she saw the Golden Tower, Xiao Qian's face showed a hint of joy and said, "Childe, this is it!"

Qiao Chen'an nodded, took the golden pagoda out of the tomb, and the two of them, to be exact, one person and one ghost, returned to Lanruo Temple, took clean water, wiped the golden pagoda clean, and put it into the bamboo bamboo stick he carried.

The sky is bright, although Xiao Qian is not shallow, but she is still afraid of the sun, she has already gotten into the wooden sign on Qiao Chen'an's waist, this is the case, there is no need to stay, Qiao Chen'an picked up the bamboo pipe, put on a new shirt, and wanted to leave.

Only then did he realize that there was one less person beside him, and hurriedly released Ning Caichen from the mutton fat jade bottle, the latter stayed in the bottle for one night, always worried about the situation in the outside world, for fear that Qiao Chen'an would be harmed by demons, and naturally there was a burst of inquiries after coming out.

Qiao Chen felt a burst of warmth in his peace of mind, and only said a general general, but when he heard Ning Caichen's ears, it was already thrilling.

The two of them packed their bags, left Lanruo Temple, and continued to march towards Ning Caichen's hometown of Jinhua. Qiao Chen'an looked back, Lanruo Temple had been hidden in a piece of green, a fire burned the dryad clean, and for a long time to come, there would be no demons here.

For him, this is just a small episode in the journey of life, which may have been forgotten many years later, but for Xiao Qian, it is an almost nightmarish memory, leaving a deep mark on her heart.

Only by believing in the power of time can all bad memories be erased.

Subconsciously touched the wooden sign on his waist, who would have thought that there was a beautiful female ghost living in it? But occasionally turning his head to see Ning Caichen beside him, Qiao Chenan would inexplicably feel a sense of guilt, so he had to silently admonish himself in his heart, everything is destined by God......

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, dissipating the last bit of light, and the night covers the land, and the two finally come to a village, sparsely populated and dilapidated, telling the desolation behind the prosperous era.

After a day's journey, even Qiao Chenan felt exhausted, and the two of them went to live in an inn, Ning Caichen didn't even eat, and fell asleep, looking tired.

Qiao Chen'an stepped to the window, pushed open the two doors, and the faint moonlight sprinkled down, like mist and veil, wrapped around his body, like a layer of feather weaving clothes.

Suddenly, there was an extra shadow beside him, Xiao Qian appeared on his side, the figure was like a real thing in the moonlight, and said with a light smile: "Isn't Childe going to rest?"

Qiao Chenan turned around when he heard this, looked at the woman in front of him, and felt how familiar this situation was, it was in such a moonlight that he accepted a woman's request and became a shoulder that she could rely on.

Although his strength is insignificant, like a firefly, in this long night, it can always bring people a trace of warm hope, right?