Long Aotian is not happy today

In the early morning, the air is filled with the fragrance of lush vegetation.

Cui Yuzhen walked down Misty Peak and crossed a few more hills, only to see a slender figure standing at the foot of the hill, staring at the direction of her return.

It was a slender teenager.

His facial features are beautiful and delicate. At first glance, he looks like a beautiful young man with red lips and white teeth, but his pupils are too big and the whites of his eyes are a little less.

"Where did you go?"

Seeing Cui Yuzhen come back slowly, the young man took half a step forward, narrowing his eyes slightly.

Before Cui Yuzhen could reply, he clenched his teeth again, his exquisitely beautiful face became slightly distorted, and he bit every word extremely hard: "Did you go to see that Hang Xiao..."

Cui Yuzhen was humming to himself, not even giving him a second glance.

But when she heard the boy's malicious whisper, the girl's face changed suddenly.

She gently raised her hand, the graceful patterns on the white jade cheeks flickered for a moment, suddenly, a slender branch shot out from the thin leather jacket, with sharp thorns at the tip, and pulled it straight at the boy!

The young man reacted extremely quickly, he put his five fingers together, and his spiritual power quickly condensed in front of him.

The dark spiritual flow converged into a thin wall that seemed to have substance, protecting the surroundings of the young man.The rattan came through the air, and with great momentum, it slammed on the barrier fiercely.

A trace of faint blue spiritual power exploded, and the thin wall was condensed hastily after all, and there was a soft sound like glass breaking, and several cracks burst open.

The young man lowered his head slightly, dark eyes flashed across his eyes, and a fine bead of sweat oozed from the corner of his forehead.

Cui Yuzhen brushed past him, the green vines swayed gently behind the girl, and flicked the ponytail, leaving behind a faint fragrance.

"I've been chasing you for so long..."

A hoarse voice came out of the young man's throat, gritted his teeth unwillingly, and his voice also had some strange gurgles.

Cui Yuzhen smiled noncommittally.

Under the morning light, the beautiful girl turned her head slightly, and the arrogance in her eyes could be seen at a glance. She scrutinized the young man in front of her carefully, her eyes were as sharp as a knife, and she peeled the young man from the inside out.

Lightly parting her thin lips, Cui Yuzhen said leisurely, "Wei Xingchen, do you really... like me?"

The young man's expression brightened, and just as he was about to respond, the young girl added lightly: "Or...you like the Sun Moon Immortal Tree I cultivated?"

As soon as the words fell, Wei Xingchen's face turned pale for a moment.

However, he reacted very quickly, quickly adjusted his facial expression, and smiled again: "Xiaozhen, of course I like you, what day and month are better than one ten-millionth of yours."

Cui Yuzhen looked at him with a smile, but the luster in his eyes became colder and colder.

Ivy swayed behind her back, like a poisonous snake spitting out a message.

"You don't deserve to call me that." She said softly, "If you want to pursue me, you must beat me."

Turning around lightly, the girl walked away.

Wei Xingchen was left behind by her, his face turned pale and pale, and he couldn't help shouting: "This, this is not fair!"

"That hang hour you talk about all day, he never beat you!"

"...Yes, he never beat me."

On the hillside, Cui Yuyao turned around from a distance, raised her voice and mocked slightly: "But he cultivated in the harsh environment of Misty Peak, and he is still a master close to the fifth rank. If you have the ability, go and defeat him?"

"..."

"Hmph, mediocrity!"

Cui Yuzhen pouted.

After throwing down a word indifferently, the girl went straight up the hillside without looking back.

Wei Xingchen was the only one left, standing at the foot of the hill, with his back slightly bent and his eyes downcast.

The mountain wind passed by, blowing the young man's thin coat, the hem of which was already soaked with the morning dew, and now it was sticking to his body, feeling chilly.

"main character……"

With a harsh murmur, Wei Xingchen slowly clenched his hands into fists.

A dark spiritual flow emerged in the palm of the boy, turned into a cyclone, and spun wildly.

A sharp blade slowly rises from the center of the vortex, completely condensed by spiritual power, but if there is any substance, it reflects a ray of cold light in the sun.

Wei Xingchen raised his head abruptly, and spat hard on the ground.

"Protagonist, what are you?" the young man said to himself, "Bitch, if you want to see it, I will kill you to see it!"

……

Hang Xiao didn't know that because of a girl and a spiritual fruit, he had already been regarded as a thorn in the side of someone.

At this moment, he was sweating profusely, staring blankly at Ning Hong, who had calm eyes in front of him, and said falteringly: "That... that girl, it's also the first time I know her, I'm not familiar with her!"

In the morning light, the golden patterns on the corners of Ning Hong's clothes seemed to be alive, and the dark golden patterns sparkled and fluctuated.

"Oh……"

The young man with a clear face and pale cheeks nodded slightly.

"I'm not ripe, so I gave you a precious spiritual fruit?"

"Uh……"

Although Ning Hong's tone did not fluctuate violently, Hang Xiao was almost out of breath under the pressure of his eyes.

The spiritual fruit of the sun and moon phoenix tree in the palm is still exuding spiritual power, the fiery spiritual energy penetrates the skin and seeps into the flowing blood, it is as hot as pinching a small sun in the palm of the hand.

I don't know where Cui Yuzhen got the news, but the gift he sent was obviously carefully selected, and it was the most suitable spiritual object for Hang Xiao's physique and the most able to stimulate his blood talent potential.

At this moment, just holding the spirit fruit, Hang Xiao felt that every pore in his body was trembling, clamoring, hurry up, eat quickly, we want to eat——

He swallowed subconsciously.

Afterwards, Hang Xiao raised his hand and pushed the spiritual fruit towards Ning Hong.

"Brother Ning, do you have a jade vessel that can preserve this spiritual fruit and prevent his spiritual power from being lost?"

Ning Hong raised his eyebrows.

Hang Xiao smiled and said: "I don't know that girl before, so I really shouldn't accept such an expensive gift from her. I'll go to my senior sister and find out which peak she worshiped, and return this fruit immediately."

In the gentle breeze of the morning, the young man in thin clothes and black hair stood silently for a long time.

The shallow arc quietly climbed to the corner of the lips, and the long and narrow black eyes were slightly bent, the darkness in the eyes faded away, but a scarlet gleam emerged from the depths of the pupils.

Ning Hong raised his hand and caught the spirit fruit from Hang Shi's hand.

But when Hang Xiao suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, his fingers slightly bent, and he flicked lightly——

The spirit fruit drew an arc in the air and landed precisely in Hang Shi's mouth.

It melts in the mouth, and the sweet juice, accompanied by the hot spiritual flow, poured into Hang Xiao's body in an instant.

Hang Shi raised his hand to cover his mouth in panic, his eyes widened in doubt: "???"

"This spiritual fruit is useful to you, just eat it."

There was a faint smile in Ning Hong's voice, like knocking on ice and jade, and his fingertips were tapped on Hang Shi's shoulder, and the spiritual power was transmitted into Hang Shi's body along the fingertips, helping him straighten out the pain brought by the spiritual fruit. Huge energy.

While urging Hang Shih to absorb it as soon as possible, Ning Hong lowered his head, mixed some moisture in his warm breath, and sprayed all of it on Hang Shih's ears: "I was just playing around with you, Shih, don't take it seriously."

Hang Hour: "..."

The roots of the ears were numb for a while.

Even more terrifying, how to break it?

Holding Hang Shi's shoulders, Ning Hong held him in his arms half forcefully, looking at the young man's ears that were suddenly dyed crimson, and curled his lips slightly.

It's just that the scarlet in the eyes is even worse, shining brightly, as if the red moon is emitting a faint halo, covering the earth in a dark red.

He almost forgot.

The protagonist... was originally a peach blossom.

……

The day flies by.

On Five Elements Peak, at nightfall, a slender figure walked out of the forest and walked straight to a two-story stone house.

It was Cui Yuzhen who had finished her training.

The girl was humming a ditty that didn't know where it came from. Although it was out of tune, it was beautiful and moving. The clear and clear sound of the silver bell was swaying, intertwined with the chirping of insects and birds in the mountains, forming a natural symphony.

Before walking to the stone house, Cui Yuzhen was slightly taken aback when he was about to open the door.

There was a cloth parcel on the ground outside the stone gate, with a strip of cloth on it, and the three big characters on the strip were the girl's name.

"Give it to me?"

Cui Yuzhen's slender eyebrows frowned slightly.

She raised her hand and squeezed a formula, and a sharp and long whistle came out of her mouth.

The spiritual power was shaking, and a group of birds suddenly jumped up in the distant mountains and forests. Their dark wings covered the sky and the sun, and they lined up in a neat line, flying at least in front of the girl.

"Did you see the person who gave the gift?" Cui Yuzhen asked.

The crows chirped crisply, and the black feathers fluttered down.

"No?" The girl pursed her lower lip, shook her head and said, "Go back, next one."

"You don't either?"

"You see... what? Someone who looks like you?"

"Why is it very similar to you, Birdman?"

"...Just say it in black clothes, what does it matter if it looks like you!"

Reluctantly holding his forehead, Cui Yuzhen waved his hand, and a group of black crows immediately flew into the air, fluttering their wings, like a dense black fog.

After the forest returned to silence, Cui Yuzhen knelt down in front of the stone gate and carefully unwrapped the package.

Inside the package is a jade box.

The moment it was turned on, black and red spiritual power gushed out from the gap, like a sea of ​​blood surging under the dark night, and the neighing of ghosts faintly sounded in the ears, each sound getting more and more mournful.

Cui Yuzhen quickly closed the jade box, covering her lips with jade-like fingertips.

It turned out to be the blood lotus from the other shore!

In the extremely dark and evil place, guided by the souls of thousands of creatures, the spirits of heaven and earth were quietly born.It comes out of the mud without being stained, washes the blood without being a monster, and can be absorbed by any cultivator of spiritual power. It is known as the flower of blood that connects life and death and takes root in the Styx.

The blood lotus is extremely precious, comparable to a phoenix feather. Compared with it, the sun and moon phoenix tree she cultivated is simply not on the table.

But... who would give her something like this?

In addition to the gift, Cui Yuzhen was keenly aware that there seemed to be a hint of threat mixed with it.

After a moment of stupefaction, a thin layer of sweat oozes from the palm of his hand.

The girl rubbed her fingers subconsciously, and there was a strange rough feeling in her palm. She lowered her head suddenly, only to find that there was a piece of cloth stuck outside the jade box.

On the strip of cloth are several big crooked characters, which are completely different from the handwriting written on the package.

The writer seemed to not want to be recognized by her, or was suffering from great pain. Cui Yuzhen carefully identified the strokes for a long time, and with her lips parted, she reluctantly read——

"he's mine?"