Mo Xie smiled, his face was full of a smile of eating, it was a smile of relief after victory.

Mo Xie squeezed out three words from between his teeth, stopped suddenly, and glanced at Danhai with his divine sense.

The Danhai Sea is foggy, rippling with an impenetrable milky white. The light gauze-like mist shrouded the Danhai, and the green lotus leaves were absent. Faintly revealing a faint outline, with the mist of the fog, changing a hazy posture.

On the green lotus leaves, the flowing transparent body, a small embroidered quilt, covering the thin body, the delicate little face is half exposed, and the eyelashes like black lines are trembling gently. The hair was gently scattered, wet, and greasy on the face.

Bing Jiu was still asleep, and it had been a month since he slept this time. Mo Xie's eyes were blazing, flashing with smart light, staring at infinite love, looking at Bing Jiu's beautiful face. This is a ray of rain in spring, moistening the earth and Bingjiu's heart.

Mo Ye sighed softly and withdrew his restrained divine sense. Looking up at the Cold Crystal Stone Cave, this cave, Mo Ye is already too familiar, in this cold current, Mo Ye and Bing Jiu know each other, and even in the cold current, you can still feel the naughty breath of Bing Jiu back then.

Suddenly, Mo Ye's smiling face elongated, and in a blink of an eye, a layer of hoarfrost hung up, his brows locked into mallets, and he stared intently at the black roof of the cave.

The black and misty cave road, the cold air is light, but there is a thin cry that can not be fine, lingering in the cold current, the sorrowful sound, far and near, like a bloodbird swirling in a desolate place, in the black lake and the bleak evening breeze, singing the sorrow in the heart.

Mo Ye's face was unusually heavy, like the ice surface of winter, breaking in the desolation. The distant twilight made Mo Ye's heart tremble through the pain of his mood, as if the cry was stinging his bleeding heart like a needle, and he kneaded it heavily with his hand. Pierced the heart.

The night was already deep, and above the sky, there was no moonlight, no stars, no vast Milky Way, only a black sky, with bright lightning, the wind swept the raindrops the size of beans, and the hail hit the windows fiercely, creaking. The windows swing in the wind, and the cool raindrops are slapped into the dimly lit room.

The sound of low sorrow came from this inner sanctum. There was a faint intermittent whimper, with a soul-piercing penetrating power, responding to the storm and thunder. On the mandarin duck embroidered silk quilt, a head of hair is spread on the folded curled quilt surface. Two pairs of white and strong hands, grasping the silk quilt and tightening it constantly, the bare shoulders trembled rapidly, and the delicate and smooth fingers condensed teardrops in the trembling.

Whimpering sounded from under the hair, drenching the stormy and rainy night. The sky here is wet, the bed here is wet, and the heart of Zhang Jing who is standing by the bed is wet. Hot tears rolled down Zhang Jing's cheeks, and all the hard work and efforts of the past two years settled with the end of the son-in-law selection ceremony.

The figure that the young master had been longing for did not appear. After a bloody duel of tens of thousands of disciples sent by the Nine Mountains, Twenty Caves, and Forty-Seven Families, Yin He, the young master of the Yin family, defeated all the saints and was elected as the holy son-in-law of Wanyun Cave, three months later. The Yin family will send Yin He to get married.

"Young master, don't cry, it's all fate. Let's admit it." Zhang Jing said with a handful of snot and tears.

The choked voice on the silk bed did not stop, but the crying became even more dangerous. After crying, Zhang Jing's heart was broken, crying, and she kept rubbing her hands.

"Young master, no, let's escape, or we will accept our fate." Zhang Jing wiped the tears from her face.

Bai Juan stopped choking violently, raised his star tears, and the silk in front of him was damp. There were still crystal teardrops rolling in Bai Juan's eyes, and the throbbing sadness was full of bitterness in this cold heart. In this cold rainy night, he vented Qingbo.

Bai Juan covered his tears and pondered. The frightening rain was sandwiched with gusts of cold, blowing thin figures, tears couldn't stop sliding gently from the corners of his eyes, and he was accustomed to glancing at the dark night sky. "How can we escape, we can't get out".

Wanyun Cave seems to understand Bai Juan's situation, on the day of the end of the son-in-law selection ceremony, when Wan Pai congratulated him, Rou Jia came to Hanyun Bee with a gloomy face, and unceremoniously took away Bai Juan's young master crystal card.

Bai Juan understood in his heart that this was not the decision of the cave master, because the cave master had never come out of Wanyun Peak for more than a month, and the son-in-law selection ceremony was presided over by Qi Zhuo. Needless to say, a series of things such as taking away the young master crystal card and restricting the actions of the young master must be the decisions made by Qizhuo, Roujia and Gao Sheng.

Bai Juan can understand the state of mind of the three envoys, for the sake of Wan Yun and Bai Juan, it is not an exaggeration for them to do this. Although Bai Juan can understand it, her heart that longs for true love can't understand it.

For love, she silently wept night and night, for love, she was obsessed with sleepless sleep in the cold rain and cold windows, for love, she looked through the autumn water and searched hard, for love, her moonlight and flowing water poignant lovesickness.

Is it possible for her to be unwilling to love like this, to hold a saint without love, to linger for thousands of years? Is love such a simple process?

Bai Juan cried again, his heart was broken, and a thousand words turned into painful tears slowly passing his cheeks. Bai Juan cried loudly, tears washed the gloom in his heart, telling the grievances and unwillingness in his heart.

After a long time, the face with teardrops lifted again, and through the crystal teardrops, he looked at Zhang Jing's blurred figure. "Zhang Jing, how to escape".

Zhang Jing was stunned for a moment, pursed her mouth slightly, and said in her heart. "End". In fact, Zhang Jing just said it casually, and didn't really mean to escape, but he didn't expect that Young Master Bai Juan would really ask.

"Ah...... Yes...... Let's go from the cold hole". Zhang Jing really didn't know where to escape from Lu Dao. Hanyun Peak has been set up as a forbidden place again, a two-way defensive crystal array has been set up, and there are thousands of saints guarding it outside the mountain, and the young master's Escape Wood Technique can only escape half. There is no way to escape from Wanyun Cave. Listening to the law enforcement outside, the special envoy of Qizhuo also transferred four blood crystal lamps and stared at every move in Hanyun Peak day and night. Just this one didn't wait to escape from Hanyun Peak, and grabbed it back like a chicken.

However, the ground can't be walked, and there are cold caves underground.

For Wanyun Cave, the cold cave has always been a forbidden area for life, and how many disciples have been lost in the cave for tens of thousands of years, Wanyun Cave has never counted. As long as I heard that I was lost in the cold cave, Wanyun Cave would not look for it again.

Zhang Jing said that she walked in the cold cave, but she also wanted to stump Bai Juan, let her retreat from the difficulty, and die of the budding heart.

"Good". Bai Juan jumped up from the bed violently, wiped away the tears on his face with three strokes and five divisions, and his face showed a flushed joy, as if he saw a lighthouse moving forward in the wind and rain. His cheeks and ears were flushed with excitement, and there was a look of sadness on his radiant face, shining with a scorching light. Pleasant as running on the edge of the sea with splashing waves. It made Zhang Jing a little dizzy.

"Young master, what's the matter, is it stupid to cry? I'd rather go into a cold cave and walk a road that will never go out than stay here." Zhang Jing couldn't think of what the young master Bai Juan was for, could it be that the dead saint Mo Xie really hooked the young master's soul?

"Young master, let's really go". Zhang Jing looked at Bai Juan, who was unbelievable.

Bai Juan is like suddenly seeing the delicate sun in the rain, bathed in the sunshine like fire, and her sad mood has long been carried away by the little bee that has burrowed into the stamen, fluttering her wings.

"Go". Bai Juan disappeared from the inner room.

Zhang Jing's face kept twitching, and she said with a bitter face. "I can't". Dodge followed.

Bai Juan appeared in front of the map of Wanli Cloud Mountain. Behind the picture is the cold cave, where there is no fourth person except for himself, Zhang Jing, and Mo Xie. A pink light flew out of Bai Juan 's thin fingers. Squeak, the map of the clouds and mountains moved.

"Ah" Bai Juan was dumbfounded, and Sakura's little mouth opened wide. With a stunned look on his face, he gasped, his feet seemed to be nailed, and he stood motionless in the cold current, full of soft silk, dancing in the cold wind. The black waterfall pours softness and femininity, dancing freely and gracefully.

I saw a pair of clear, pure, blazing, and soul-stirring eyes in front of the cold wind, dark and swarthy, watery, and sparkling, looking at Bai Juan with a smile.

That smile, as if it can speak, warmth makes people feel happy, like the bright sunshine, the stars of the night, let the light and warmth through the cold air, convey a passion, a care, a warmth, a comfort .......

"Young Master Bai Juan, are you okay?" A heart-piercing voice came from the corner of the smiling mouth, and a subtle smile burst out with a greeting along with the two sparks condensed in his eyes.

Bai Juan's face flashed with a colorful smile, like a water lily that quietly bloomed after the summer rain, with crystal raindrops in her mouth, nodding her head shyly and elegantly. The circles under the eyes were red, and a mist condensed in the eyes, moistening the heart, moistening the eyes, moistening the cheeks, and rolling down the crystal sparkle of the body.

"Why, Zhilu said that I am here, and greet me with this kind of scene"? Mo Xie walked out of the cold cave with a grin. looked carefully at Bai Juan, who was crying into tears, standing there at a loss. Said it humorously.

"Welcome you, we're going to run." Zhang Jing appeared in front of Mo Ye, staring at Mo Ye with big eyes, curiously staring at Mo Ye. Zhang Jing couldn't understand how this Mo Xie lived in this cold cave, how could he come out of here. After taking a closer look, it is different from before, and the roots are solid.

When Mo Ye saw Zhang Jing's appearance, he was angry in his heart, this holy woman did not harm herself.

However, hearing Zhang Jing say this, Mo Xie was also stunned, and glanced at the cold cave behind him. "From this"?

"Yes, from here, it's not all because of you, give way, we're leaving." Zhang Jing said stiffly.

"Zhang Jing waited, Mo Shengyou just came, go prepare some hot soup to suppress the cold." Bai Juan said softly. The appearance of the stars and rain just now, I don't know when the road has disappeared without a trace.

Mo Ye smiled and squeezed his eyes at Zhang Jing. "That's it, I'm here, and I'm still running. Jing'er, come and drink two cups with me in a while." Mo Ye looked at Zhang Jing's figure and said with a ghostly smile.

"Drink, when you reach the Gugen Realm, you will be a cow, and you will be thrown in a cold cave and locked up." Zhang Jing muttered angrily and left. (To be continued......)