The Villainous Shizun Is As Beautiful As A Flower

The howling wind drowned out the sound.

Ye Bingran suddenly realized that this place was an illusion created by memory, and the other party would not answer at all.

He looked at the delicate-looking child, bent down to pick up Litian from the snow, and returned it to him, then walked aside, swept the snow off the stone with his sleeves, and sat on it.

Shen Liuxiang tilted his head slightly, resting his chin on one hand, staring at the person who was still staring at him blankly.

Xindao: It really looks like a piece of wood, it looks stupid.

He came to Jianzong to play with Qingling and his party. When they arrived here, the master was taken away by Jianzhen Taoist, and the brothers went to the training ground, but he was picked up by Uncle Lan.

Lan Xiaosheng has always loved him, and every time he sees him, he will give him a lot of good things.

This time is no exception.

He was treated to good food and drink, touched the bulging storage bag, covered his face with lotus leaves brought from Qingling, wrapped in a warm blanket, and slept on the beauty's couch.

Seeing this, Lan Xiaosheng copied out a nine-stringed zither, and played a piece of requiem to help him have a good dream.

After sleeping for more than half an hour, Shen Liuxiang rubbed his sleepy eyes, and in a daze, he heard Lan Xiaosheng talking to someone.

"It's been almost two years since I came to the sect, and I still don't say a word. I practice swords in the back mountain all day long. I tried my best, but there is really no way out."

The person next to him sighed softly: "Brother Lan, please worry, this child is indeed pitiful. He watched his father and mother being swallowed by monsters in order to protect him, and then spit out bloody wreckage all over the floor. Let alone only five years old. If it were you and me, we would both be crazy."

"It's because of his bitter heart that he practiced sword day and night."

Lan Xiaosheng also sighed.

"When I became a teacher, I told him that every disciple of Jianzong held a sword to practice, but the reasons for holding a sword are different. Some are to pursue the Dao, and some are to slay demons... I asked him 'why? Hold the sword'."

"His fingertips fell on the palm of my hand, writing stroke by stroke—to prevent anyone from dying before my eyes!"

Shen Liuxiang grabbed a handful of snow, lowered his head, and fiddled with his little hands.

Twilight is getting darker.

With his hands behind his back, he stood in front of Xiao Jianxiu who was about to turn into an ice sculpture.

"I'll give you a meeting gift."

Two palm-sized little snowmen appeared in Ye Bingran's sight, one was holding a twig in his hand, and the other was covered with a green leaf.

"If you don't speak, it will be assumed that you agree to accept it."

Shen Liuxiang placed the snowmen on the ground one by one, then raised his eyelids, straightened his waist, and said straightforwardly, "Okay, it's your turn to return the gift."

There was a moment of silence, only the sound of snow falling.

Ye Bingran showed a bit of helplessness on his face, and hurriedly went to get the storage bag, but when he stretched out his small hand, his waist was empty, not to mention the storage bag, there was not even a piece of broken jade.

Seeing that he was slightly embarrassed, Shen Liuxiang smiled.

"That's good. I'm greedy for life and afraid of death, and I cherish life the most."

He picked up the little snowman covered with green leaves, grabbed Ye Bingran's hand, and placed it on it, "If I am in danger in the future, you will come and save me, and it should be a gift in return."

Ye Bingran's fingertips trembled slightly, his icy eyes looked at the delicate snowman in his hand.

wrong……

Everything is wrong——!

Just like that day when he couldn't bear to let go of the little snowman and held it in his hands, but it melted the snowman.

He was really stupid and stupid.

"Don't say I'm bullying you, it's just reciprocity." Shen Liuxiang took off the small lotus leaf missing from the top of his head and shook it.

After shaking off the snowflakes on it, he took a step forward and covered the emerald lotus leaves on Ye Bingran's snow-covered hair.

"Look at Yunyan in the past... If you can't see anything, you can look at me."

"I'm Qing Ling's disciple, the one everyone loves!"

After saying that, the child in white looked at the sky, muttered that it was time for Master to look for him, turned around and left.

Ye Bingran's fingertips slid across his cuff, and he was almost able to grab it, but in the end he didn't catch anything. He watched the man gradually disappear into the wind and snow.

"Don't go—"

Ye Bingran suddenly chased after him.

respond in a very different way than before.

In the room, Lan Xiaosheng's expression changed drastically, and he wanted to extinguish the burning incense, but a wave of spiritual power tightly protected the incense, blocking his movement.

And the source of spiritual power is not someone else, but Ye Bingran himself.

"Oops, he fell into the nightmare trap!"

Ling Ye's eyes moved slightly: "No, he was distracted to protect the burning incense, which means that his consciousness is still there, and he knows that he is in an illusion."

Lan Xiaosheng was stunned: "If that's the case, why don't you let me rescue him?"

Ling Ye didn't answer, he pinched the half-burned incense, picked it with his fingertips, crushed the spiritual power attached to it, and broke the incense.

Ye Bingran vomited blood suddenly, opened his eyes and woke up.

His eyes fell on the young man on the bed, his thin lips trembled, and his voice was extremely hoarse, "...I came to Qingling to look for you...I'm sorry, I misidentified you...I was wrong."

Lan Xiaosheng saw that he was in the wrong mood, but now was not the time to ask carefully.

Incense, only one left.

"Who's coming."

Ling Ye stood by the bed, tucked in the corner of the quilt, "Zhou Xuanlan."

Lan Xiaosheng raised his forehead: "His cultivation level is not enough."

Ling Ye squinted at him: "Sect Master Lan is extremely prejudiced against him."

"Yes." Lan Xiaosheng admitted frankly, "It's not a good thing that Liu Xiang is too deeply involved with him."

"Let's talk about the future." Ling Ye put his hands behind his back, his face calm, "Your fear of him is the same as my expectation of him. Now is the time when we need him."

The door opened again.

Ning Runxin's face was livid, if Zhao Lin hadn't persuaded him, he would have gone forward to argue.

Could it be that he is not as good as a disciple of the golden core stage? !

Su Baiche looked around, thinking about the possibility of a successful escape, if the Nightmare Beast was captured, it would most likely expose him.

But Tong Xi said: "No, the critical moment is coming, you must follow Zhou Xuanlan."

Su Baiche withdrew her eager feet, "Be more specific."

Just as Tong Xi was about to speak, a flustered voice sounded in Su Baiche's mind.

It's a nightmare beast.

"Master, who is coming, this breath makes me a little scared."

Su Baiche was speechless: "You are a beast in the demon world, why are you pretending to be pitiful?"

Nightmare Beast: "But I..."

"Stop talking nonsense," Su Baiche frowned, "The sea of ​​consciousness is your world, just create an illusion to trap him."

After a while, the Nightmare Beast said tremblingly: "It's useless, these memories can't trap him...the only possible place, I can't touch it, I can't see it, there is, there is the breath of heaven."

"The way of heaven?!"

Su Baiche was startled, and pondered for a moment, "Don't borrow your memory, create an extra illusion to trap him, and you can escape by taking the opportunity."

The nightmare beast stumbled and said, "W-Which kind of illusion is useful, please tell the master clearly."

"How simple is this, do you still need to ask?"

Su Baiche touched his chin.

"Of course it's to become a beauty to seduce him. As long as he is beautiful and energetic enough, let alone a young man with full blood, no man can stand it!"

The Nightmare Beast thought it was reasonable, and took orders to leave.

Zhou Xuanlan opened his eyes, and a faint fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose.

He was half-submerged in the hot spring, with his back leaning against a cool stone, and his arms clinging to a person.

The young man's red clothes were half open, revealing a white and alluring thin chest, a graceful neck curve, and crystal water droplets sticking to his waist and black silk, which were wet and scattered on his soft and boneless body.

His white jade-like arms wrapped around Zhou Xuanlan's neck, his black eyelashes trembling slightly, "Am I beautiful?"

Zhou Xuanlan looked at his face: "Beautiful."

The young man in red smiled like a flower, like a seductive goblin.

He moved his hand down, and gently stroked Zhou Xuanlan's back with his slender, fair fingers.

Dan's lips pressed against his ear, and he blew a provocative breath lightly.

"I know you want me, come on~ Here, you can take off my clothes, you can do anything to me... No one knows, I can't resist, let you pick~"

Zhou Xuanlan turned his head to the side, stared at the young man's exquisite facial features, remained silent for a moment, and stretched out his hands to grab the fragile white neck.

His eyes were indifferent, and there was a determined sneer on the corner of his lips.

"Go away, Master is not such a mess."