Obviously, this woman in the red dress is the lover of the draped scholar Mahayana Yuan Huan, which is a pity.

"Pity!"

"Yuan Lang!"

At this time, the woman in the red dress was moved and shouted at a figure in front of her, perhaps because she had been trapped for many years, at this moment she couldn't move her body at all, her body rushed forward, her footsteps were still frozen in place, and she fell forward in vain when she wanted to pounce forward, but the figure immediately caught her, it was Yuan Huan, a scholar with a haircut.

Holding the woman in the red dress in his arms with both arms, the face of the scholar Yuan Huan had already touched the face of the woman in the red dress, and the two hugged each other tightly, and the gray-and-white robed man next to him, Xue Zhen, had also seen a lot of such things with his own eyes, seeing this situation, he just walked lightly, and soon left this courtyard, and the white bones trapped in the beast array instantly turned into the light of annihilation and scattered in vain, and the flags flew one after another, straight into Xue Zhen's sleeve robe and disappeared. Subsequently, Xue Zhen chose an ordinary cultivation room in Yuan's mansion and lived in it.

As for the Mahayana Yuan Huan, the scholar with the hair, and the woman in the red dress cherished each other, it did not fade for a long time, a certain forbidden light quietly rose in the courtyard, and the two were among the floating flowers and fallen leaves, and soon, the two people who hugged each other turned into **, merged into one, and three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Three days later, Yuan Huan, a scholar with a haircut, tidied up his shirt a little, brushed his hair, and looked at the woman next to him who was gradually fading in blush, but he said shyly:

"Yuan Lang, why is it a pity that when you escaped, the first person you saw was not you?"

"It's a pity, don't talk about it anymore, haven't you come out now!" Yuan Huan nodded his pityful nose and said softly.

"I thought that you were the one who deliberately fueled the trouble in that killing formation, but it's okay, if I saw you for the first time, maybe I would have done the next big thing!"

The woman in the red dress cherished a somewhat resentful tone, twisted her waist in Yuan Huan's arms, Yuan Huan's brows sank slightly, and she said happily:

"Don't worry! I'm sorry I don't want to beat you!"

However, the Mahayana Yuan Huan, the scholar who was draped in hair, immediately seemed to remember something, looked at it with a serious attitude, and asked lightly:

"It's a pity! How did you add fuel to the fire, tell me about it!"

"Hmph! they're all out of danger, and they're still talking about those things that are ruining their fun!" replied the woman in the red dress a little unhappily.

As he spoke, he deliberately pushed Yuan Huan away, but after glancing at Yuan Huan's affirmative eyes, Lan sighed lightly and called softly:

"Alas, are you so considerate, much worse than you used to be!"

But complaining is complaining, I regret to see Yuan Huan's serious face, and still tell Yuan Huan all the things that happened outside the giant tripod, and also pointed to the giant tripod lying on the side, and the last month of time will eat away at the giant tripod, and Yuan Huan also listened to the whole process in great detail.

It's just that at the crucial last moment, the fierce loud noise, the dazzling light, the helpless and almost desperate state of mind, unfortunately she naturally couldn't look at that situation carefully, she was huddled in the giant ding, and her thoughts were also tightly concentrated in her body, and she could hardly sense anything.

Seeing that Xixi's eyes showed horror again, Yuan Huan hugged her tightly again, and with this, Xixi's uneasiness gradually calmed down.

Subsequently, Yuan Huan also told some of his own things and some of his interactions with Xue Zhen, but unfortunately he then looked at Yuan Huan with some kind of resentment, and actually asked:

"Yuan Lang, since you can send that Baoding in, why don't you follow in, and since you have Baoding's protection, why don't you destroy the formation strongly, and let Xi Xi endure so many years of loneliness!"

"Lonely, why am I not, this array is so strong, it can almost reach the level of the immortal array, once I go in, I can't break the formation, then you and I can only wait for the end of life, as for the destruction of the formation outside, how can I not try my best, but although the more powerful Xuantian blow can be borrowed, I am afraid that you will be injured or even killed, this is what I am most reluctant to see!" Yuan Huan, a scholar of the Phi Fa Scholar, shook his head helplessly, and then explained word by word.

"Hmph! just count your rhetoric, it's just a pity, don't take it to heart Yuan Lang!"

Of course, Yuan Huan and the pity also know each other, they have known each other for many years, which are the truth, which are pretending to be angry, how can Yuan Huan not tell the difference, smiled indifferently, when the two arms were about to be unruly, but unfortunately pushed away at this time, Yuan Huan was slightly stunned, and he quickly straightened his voice, and said like this:

"Yuan Lang, it's a pity that the impact of the Mahayana tribulation is approaching, in order to avoid trouble, you also know that it is best to break through the Mahayana before the thunder tribulation, and in the next thousand years, it is a pity that you have to recover, prepare, I can't accompany you!"

At this moment, hearing the woman in the red dress regretfully mention the matter of crossing the catastrophe and impacting the Mahayana, the Mahayana Yuan Huan, the scholar with hair, suddenly turned on a tight face, and that kind of solemnity, no matter who can see it, the pity that is not within a stone's throw is naturally no exception.

"Yuan Lang, what's the matter with the sullenness?" asked immediately.

"No! It's nothing! I'm just a little worried!"

Yuan Huan just said a simple perfunctory sentence, but the woman in the red dress regretted that there was a silver bell-like laughter, patted Yuan Huan's shoulder, and said in such a bright voice:

"Yuan Lang, life and death are fateful, why bother, besides, there are nearly a thousand years of preparation, unfortunately you will be able to turn the danger into a disaster!"

"Hopefully!" Yuan Huan replied with some distraction.

At this moment, I don't know if I saw some kind of displeasure in Yuan Huan, the woman in the red dress regretted that the pair of moist red lips were immediately printed on Yuan Huan's mouth, and the two twisted together again and became one.

It wasn't until three days later that the woman in the red dress reluctantly left Yuan Huan, whose face flashed melancholy from time to time, and walked to the backyard cultivation room that belonged to her.

And Yuan Huan, the scholar of the Dra, sighed softly twice, and then walked out of this courtyard that had been sad for many years, walking forward, slowly moving forward, aimlessly, no one knew where he was going.

It's a pity that Yuan Huan left this courtyard one after another, and the layer of light on the top of the courtyard was forbidden, and a pair of forbidden light like eyeballs flashed, and soon, a touch of flowing light flashed in the shadows, but the eyeball light disappeared in an instant, and never appeared again.