Hou Feng grinned, turned around and picked the sleek chin of the saint. "Where am I thinking of you"?

"your ......". The holy woman gently pushed Hou Feng's hand away, dropped a wink, and moved towards the Holy Miracle Temple.

Hou Feng grinned, withdrew his hand, put it in front of his nose and sniffed deeply a few times, and his eyes, which were still a little puzzled, emitted a hot light. After laughing a few times, he chased in the direction where the saint moved. "Senior sister wait for me".

The dark sky lifted its black veil and slowly turned pale cyan, and a few sparse remnant stars emerged from the blue curtain, emitting the brilliance of a night of captivity. The sky is dawning, and the Valley of Love Flowers is shrouded in a layer of silver-gray light yarn, like a flowing transparent gauze ribbon, floating and dancing in the ancient cypress forest. It has passed over strange vines, floated over a clear stream, and lapped against a pink crystal wall.

Suddenly, there was a gasping sound, piercing through the barrier of the crystal wall. The light mist seemed to be twitched, blocking the dense forest outside the stream, and in an instant, a semicircular light shield expanded out of the main hall, pushing the light veil and dancing, driving the white and heavier mist out of the open space surrounded by the stream.

It was like a gust of wind blowing, startling the water droplets of the sun outside the stream, dripping from the leaves layer by layer, like a 10,000-point colored meteor, cutting into the condensed flowers and jade grass, hitting a jumping purple and red point of light, which is dazzling.

As the pale sky turned red, the clouds on the ridge turned red and shimmered. A magical hand gradually lifted the veil of fog, and the light mask outside the pink hall disappeared as the fog disappeared, blushing in the halo of morning glow.

A faint snoring sound came from the pink hall, and the uneven tone of snoring was mixed with satisfied exhaustion. Through the pink crystal wall, pass by the flowers that burn like torches. Then he came to an inner sanctum.

On a circular stone bed in the middle of the inner sanctum, three naked saints lay with silk coverings half-covered and half-covered. A messy hair, intricately intertwined, an angular handsome cheek, lightly pressed against the two delicate flowers, with a smile between the stamens, and a soft snoring sound.

The snow-white limbs were filled with pink arms, holding a holy body with hidden pectoral muscles, and a few strands of hair gently brushed on the shoulders. The full boobs are hidden between the arms. With a seductive curve, it gives people a flawless imagination of beauty.

Drip, drip, a few subtle drops of water pierced the snoring dream, as if in a quiet cave, a drop of water that had condensed for a long time droplets, the sound of this droplet seemed to be far and near, like light and heavy, in that snoring sound. become a discordant note.

Faintly, the sound seemed to have a fluttering sob, very small, very soft. Only by listening carefully with bated breath and listening with your eyes closed can you get from the big and small snoring, from the subtle dripping sound. Hear the sorrowful voice as thin as silk.

Although this sound is small, it can make people's hearts beat wildly, and the beating has to force the chest muscles. Resist the pain of concentration that swells from the depths of the soul, the pain makes people suffocate, the pain makes people breathe trembling, and the painful heart will be broken in the sadness.

Although the sound was soft, it could make people feel sore, and it rushed into the nose, stimulating tears to flow out of their eyes, and with the pain of the heart, it crossed the miserable face.

Looking for the sad cry, this sound came from the snoring Fan Yan (Mo Ye) Danhai.

A wisp of fog in the Danhai Sea. Like light yarn, like smoke. Like a surging tide, tumbling with bursts of smoke, red and black discs floated and floated in the hazy true qi, like a disoriented boat, blurred in the milky white light mist.

In the milky white mist, a trace of beautiful black hair fluttered and danced, and thousands of soft silks seemed to blow in the wind, without a trace of interlacing. Under the fluttering hair, a pair of soft jade hands gently covered the face, and the first-class water traces between the fingers quietly seeped out from the gaps between the ten fingers, flowing through the snow-white skin, and gathered into drops of jade water on the jade wrist, ticking down on the disc.

With the tears falling, the sound of soft crying in the jade droplets, from the jade fingers of the shallot, shocked the true qi of the Dan Sea, in the sound of weeping kept rolling, the cool breeze fluttered, and the slightest drizzle actually floated out, floating in the hair, gently, greasy, drenched the elf's state of mind.

Bing Jiu didn't know when Lu Dao had woken up, weeping softly in the rain and mist of true qi, she was awakened from her dream by the ecstatic wheezing, and after experiencing the torment of twisting her heart, she was left with only a painful mood. Her pure heart, which could no longer bear the speculation of lewd laughter, pulled her innocence to the edge of the cliff.

She didn't want to experience this kind of human madness anymore, and she was even more afraid of the ravages of telepathy, she wanted to escape, escape from the shackles of this Danhai, and return to the world that belonged to her. I think of my parents, I think of Brother Han, Sister Bing and my lovely brother.

Bing Jiu slowly raised his clear eyes. With tearful eyes, more seductive and charming, melancholy pupils, bewitching eyes, lost joy and naughtiness, the tall and tall nose tendons of the beautiful Qiong, thin cherry lips with a bit of hatred and ruthlessness.

Bing Jiu looked around at the clouds of true qi on the Danhai Sea, although this true qi was abundant and overflowing, it was already close to the bottleneck of breakthrough. However, Bing Jiu no longer cherishes this holy body, since that poor divine consciousness returned to the sea of knowledge, the consciousness of this body has changed, and this change is constantly changing, becoming absurd and shameless. However, all this was beyond Bing Jiu's ability, and she couldn't lead in the right direction, nor could she stop the change in this body's divine sense. Bing Jiu didn't know what was going on there, and she chose to escape.

However, evasion and tolerance can only make Bing Jiu unable to free himself from pain, and it seems that only by giving up can he return his fragile heart to its simple origin.

Bing Jiu's big eyes looked at the two small piles of black and red medicinal essences in front of him with watery eyes, these medicinal essences had not been refined again, but Bing Jiu no longer needed them. She didn't want to go through that scene of lewdness again, and she didn't want to endure the trial of her soul anymore.

A chilling cold air flew out from Bing Jiurou's fingertips, and dozens of black and red medicinal essences fell back into the Danhai Sea with a thud. Danhai's true qi suddenly surged. A cold snap whistled and whistling. The cold current turns faster and faster, and the colder and colder it turns, and in the blink of an eye, the true qi forms a thick ice slag, and under the invasion of the cold current, it is vulnerable, turning into a pillar of ice skate, and puffing into the Danhai.

The true qi that permeated the Danhai Sea faded, and the last few wisps of mist were blown by the cold current, and the Danhai Sea became very blue, very blue, so blue that it was charming, and it was so blue that it was thorough. Blue as an ethereal piece of sapprite.

Bing Jiu soared into the blue Dan Sea, his big eyes were desolate, his amazing face was cold and silent, looking at the Dan Sea that once belonged to him quietly, the silly color became miserable and withered, and even the cold current of the wind and rain was moaning alone.

Bing Jiu shivered in the cold current, his soft and delicate hands drew a graceful arc on the Dan Sea, the azure crystal airspace dimmed, and Bing Jiu swirled with the cold current. Twisted into a thread, it made a few curves in the air and flew into the dark airspace.

The blackened airspace of the Danhai Sea lit up with a point of light, like a morning star before dawn, guiding the direction of the spiral cold current. Hiss-hiss-, the cold snap makes the most squeaky whistling. Disappear into a point of light.

Fan Yan shivered in the soft and delicate embrace, and a cold wind slowly struck, instantly blowing away the only trace of warmth left between the skin blends. Fan Yan in his sleep felt the cold air flow dipping into his heart, and he breathed in and out, as if his whole soul was being exhaled to the distant sky. A trace of sadness rose from his heart, and between his dreams, he let out a long sigh.

The holy woman in Fan Yan's arms, when the biting chill passed, slowly opened her sleepy eyes, held the hand on the young master's shoulder, and flicked it lightly, and a true qi turned into a soft silk quilt, which slowly fell on the young master's body from the air.

In a corner of the main hall, a delicate face appeared from the airspace, with a sad look, glancing at the saints and saints who were embraced under the silk quilt. He closed his beautiful eyes in a panic.

The moment he closed his eyes, a cold current flowed in front of his delicate face, and an ice dagger transformed in the air. Under the cold light of the dagger, the temperature of the entire hall dropped suddenly, and it penetrated the heart like a killing intent.

For a long time, the dagger stood in space, hanging unmoved. Bing Jiu slowly opened her eyes, she gave up the idea of killing the two holy maidens, and also gave up the slightest hope for Mo Ye (Fan Yan). This saint is no longer the Mo Ye that Bing Jiu knew back then, Bing Jiu no longer holds half a point of nostalgia, and flicks his hair and turns into a cold arc and leaves.

The sun was lazily scorching the earth, and there was not a hint of wind. The mist that never disappeared on the Valley of Love Flowers became much lighter under the scorching sun.

Is it noon? Bing Jiuxuan was stunned in the smoky airwaves. What is this place?

I saw that the distant mountains were green and green, and the milky white clouds floated on the mountainside, and in such a hot noon, the clouds and mist did not disappear, but danced gently in the mountains. Keep the heat wave out of the clouds.

Bing Jiu made a cold swirl in the air, condensing a heavy water vapor, she didn't dare to stay in the scorching sun for a long time, turned into a light cool wind, and threw herself into the sea of trees.

It is a lush forest with blue waves like the sea. The ancient trees are in a variety of shapes, covered in the shade of green feathers, emerald green, dark green, and the branches and leaves of different colors shine smoothly and greenly in the shadows and light spots. Squeezed next to each other, competing to stretch.

The breeze was blowing, Bing Jiu sat on a dark green lotus-shaped leaf, and his little hand gently patted the water surface between the big leaves, and the water droplets splashed and fell on the budding flower bones under the huge leaves.

Poof, after the flower bones dripped, they burst out with a faint fragrance, pink petals, golden flower whiskers, tender green lotus houses, bright and dazzling among the starry tree shadows.

Bing Jiu pouted, his head rested on his little hands, looked up at the empty tree, and with a helpless face, he fled from the promiscuous hall in too much hurry, and ran out without figuring out what place this was. Although he could sense the familiar cold realm, Bing Jiu did not dare to act rashly. "Father said that the cold spirit is too important for some powerful people, and once they are captured as cold attendants, they will never have a chance to escape." (To be continued......)