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"The winter solstice is a day I... like very much, can you come back earlier?"

This was what Ning Qing said to him the day before yesterday. Now that it is getting dark and Yan Huai is still outside the city, he probably won't be able to go back.

Winter comes, snow falls, and thousands of miles of ice are covered by Yan Huai. Behind him are many demon cultivators, and what they are facing is a rare high-level demon clan.

Yan Huai freezes thousands of miles with one thought, and burns fire with one thought against the chief demon clan. The moment the ice breaks, the battle is on the verge of breaking out. Yan Huai's flute spins slightly in his hand, and the light blue spiritual power covers the fiery sky, and the two sides are at loggerheads for a while.

Seeing that Yan Huai still had the strength to fight back, the high-ranking demons were not so easy to provoke. The leader of the demons set fire across the wilderness and charged at Yan Huai and his party.

Yan Huai raised his eyelids, threw out the magic weapon in his hand, and also knocked back the heavy fire several feet away.

Yan Huai, who had lost his habitual flute, had a long sword out of its scabbard in his hand, and the demonic aura of the opponent was overflowing. Seeing Yan Huai's sword coming out, he also sacrificed his epee.

Neither party needed to speak too much to understand what it meant. The Mozu felt that Yan Huai and the others were blocking his way, and Yan Huai and the others had no possibility of letting the Mozu invade his eastern border.

That being the case, the only way to decide it is with blood.

There is a cryptic joke in the Eastern Realm that the Lord of Qianjiu Palace is only good at healing poisonous flute music. Few people know that Yan Zhi is the only one who can match Yan Huai Sword in the Eastern Realm. Huai did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

Now that his sword is out of its sheath, he is determined not to take it back before it is sharpened.

The moment Yan Huai raised his sword, a side of blue water pressed over the burning and devastated land, and the ice layer of the land covered by the water gradually solidified. When he cut across with his sword, the ice blades from all directions met the demons directly.

The swords of the two sides collided and clanged harshly, and there was still a raging fire burning across half of the sky. The light blue gradually turned into a deep blue, and the two swords held each other even more spiritually.

The people and demons on both sides waited with bated breath, but Yan Huai, a golden elixir of great perfection, was not at all weak against a late Nascent Soul demon.

This undoubtedly increased the pressure on the demons. If all the human races had no pressure to leapfrog against each other like Yan Huai, how would they deal with the highest level in the East—Yan Zhi.

What's more terrible is that this human race's manipulation of spiritual power is amazing. Water can be turned into ice, and ice can be turned into water. Where there is a trace of water in the world, it can be his absolute domain and cannot be violated.

Thousands of miles away, Shifang Tiandi has already become Yan Huai's home court.

The magic fire that was thought to be able to suppress him has now become a sharp weapon to catalyze the advantage of the human race's battle situation. The steam that evaporates in an instant has not been eliminated from the beginning to the end.

"It's so hot! Hiss!" The demons who were closest to the place where the two parties' spiritual powers clashed were the first to yell. The rising water vapor covered the skin, and it hurt a little more than the burning fire. What's more strange is that this is obviously not a human race. The realm that the water root can control.

"Devil Lord! Stop!" Some demons screamed and rolled on the ground, even unconsciously struggling to crawl to the other side of the world controlled by Yan Huai's spiritual power. Ordinary steam would not cause such great harm to them, but this The water vapor under man's control can do it.

Yan Huai's fingertips moved slightly, and the increasingly blue sky tended to move backwards. The demons who had finally struggled to roll towards him were once again wrapped in the boundless scorching demon fire accompanied by water vapor. He just glanced at it indifferently, as if everything None of it has anything to do with him.

The demon master who controlled the demon fire stood still, and realized that if he continued in the current situation, he would obviously hurt himself a thousand times and hurt the enemy less than one or two.

He withdrew his hand hastily, and was pushed back tens of feet by the majestic blue spiritual power, followed by the long sword pointing directly at the center of his eyebrows.

The man standing in the air just looked at him like that, and the eyes flashed for a moment, like a little green under the dark ink, such a posture, like watching an ant.

"King... royal blood?" The repelled demon lord spat out blood, and his pupils shrank when he realized that Yan Huai's eyes were dark green. The most obvious feature of their demon royal blood is green eyes.

Yan Huai's eyes are too dark, overpowering the original greenness, so it is easy for the demons to confuse dark green and black. Generally speaking, Yan Huai's eyes will be regarded as the lowest-ranking royal family by default.

But it was only during the battle with him that the demon master realized that Yan Huai fully possessed the strength of the high-ranking royal family of the demon clan. His eyes were either covered up, or they were not his original pupil color at all.

If Yan Huai is really the remaining blood of the royal family, doesn't this mean that there is hope for the revival of their demon clan?

"Submit, or die." Yan Huai stopped his movements, and looked at the chaotic demon clan lightly. The most important thing in his trip was to bring back the demons for the banquet.

Yan Huai was well prepared, whether it was these demons fighting him to the end, or submitting unwillingly, he had countermeasures, but the only thing he didn't expect was that the demons who were regarded as the demon lord would roll Dai crawled towards him, still shouting: "My lord! My lord! We have been looking for you so hard!"

As soon as Yan Huai retreated, without letting him touch him, he frowned slightly, looked at the fanatical demons, and wondered, is this demons crazy?

During the winter solstice, the Eastern Territory declares war to repair the world, and Yan Huai passively takes over a group of demons who only look after him. According to his attendant Rong Si, the demons may not be able to defeat them and want to recognize their relatives.

Yan Zhi doesn't care about this, what he wants is the result, and it is a good thing for the demons to submit to him.

The person concerned, Yan Huai, didn't care about it. He watched the completely sinking sky without saying a word. He didn't say a word until all major matters were settled, "I should go."

"Where are you going?" Yan Zhi, who had no intention of letting Yan Huai go back to rest tonight, was taken aback.

"Accompany Zhelan." Yan Huai's tone was very light, as if talking about ordinary things.

"You... go, go." Yan Zhi waved his hand impatiently, really dizzy, dizzy!He has always been a conscientious and conscientious prince who has learned to leave without finishing the matter!

Yan Huai left as soon as he said so. Once he left, only Yan Zhi was left to face the other core figures of Qianjiu Palace. The others dared not make a sound.

It was cold during the winter solstice, and the lanterns in Ningqing courtyard were still burning. He sat by the door and watched the empty road, only waiting for that black figure to come.

Is it ugly time, or Yin time?When Yan Huai came, the wind and snow were all still, and he only leaned forward with an umbrella to block Ning Qing. When his eyes fell, it was Yan Huai who took off his cloak and put it on Ning Qing, asking, "Why don't you go into the house."

"I want to see you soon." Ning Qing smiled very lightly, letting Yan Huai hug him horizontally, he rubbed his arms around Yan Huai's neck, and said softly: "This way you can also see me first .”

The warm light in the room melted, Yan Huai held Ning Qing's red hand and said nothing, but Ning Qing looked at him and asked in a low voice, "Are you angry?"

Seeing that Yan Huai didn't respond to him, Ning Qing naturally continued to coax him: "I won't do it next time, don't be angry, okay?"

Yan Huai's eyes flashed, and he replied: "...not really."

"what is that?"

When Ning Qing asked, Yan Huai stopped talking again. He took off Ning Qing's Shuangrong coat, put on a thick fleece coat for Ning Qing, and relieved that Ning Qing was slightly damp from the indoor temperature. Hair, opened the mouth and said: "Follow me."

Ningqing's private courtyard is not only exquisite in everything, but also has a lot of courtyard baths. When the screens of the baths were removed, the water in the pools was warm and misty.

A hot spring in this other courtyard was specially prepared by Yan Huai for Ning Qing. He originally thought that Ning Qing's body was cold, so soaking in this hot spring water was always good for the body.

Ning Qing sat outside the house for most of the night, and now the hot spring water came in handy.

Yan Huai hung Ning Qing's outer shirt on one side, and said in a low voice, "Get rid of the cold air first, and be careful not to catch a cold."

"I..." Ning Qing was about to speak, but Yan Huai left without stopping.

Ning Qing looked at the closed door with no back left, and he took off his clothes and immersed himself in the water with some helplessness. He sank a little, leaving only a pair of eyes to look at his coat hanging on the hanger.

Ning Qing dialed the water in the pool and let the warmth rise, but he also remembered that although the hot spring water in the pool is comfortable, it cannot be soaked for a long time.

When Ning Qing got up, he realized that someone had already prepared clean clothes for him. The soft black clothes with lotus patterns and plain embroidery did not need to think about who had prepared them for him.

Ning Qing casually twirled his half-dry hair, and as soon as he returned to the room, he saw a bowl of soup and medicine on the table steaming up, Yan Huai who was sitting on the side was waiting for him, seeing that Ning Qing's hair was not dry, Yan Huai's eyes flashed unavoidably Tangled.

"Give me your hand." Yan Huai stretched out his hand towards Ning Qing, and when the two of them clasped their hands, he pulled Ning Qing to his side. With this wave of hand, Ning Qing's hair was dried with spiritual force, and he said again: "Take the medicine drank."

"...Can I not drink it?" Ning Qing pursed his lips. The medicine looked bitter, but it smelled even bitterer. He really didn't want to drink it.

But Yan Huai just picked up the medicine bowl and looked at him quietly, the meaning was quite obvious.

The two looked at each other in silence for a moment, and Ning Qing was the first to lose. He took the medicine bowl resignedly, trying to ignore the bitter taste in his mouth.

Seeing that Ning Qing took a bath and drank the medicine obediently, Yan Huai pushed him on the bed, pulled the quilt, and wrapped Ning Qing up tightly, who was wearing loose clothes, he said: "It's late at night, take a good rest."

Ning Qing folded the quilt for a moment, Yan Huai was really upright as always.

"Wait, go back."

"What?" Yan Huai paused and walked back to the side of the bed.

"Look at me." Ning Qing pulled the quilt and half sat up, looked at Yan Huai and said.

"...Looking at you?" Yan Huai lowered his eyes and met Shang Ningqing's gentle eyes.

"Am I good-looking?" It was Ning Qing who grabbed Yan Huaixiu and asked softly, it was Yan Huai's eyes that flickered, and he shifted his gaze unconsciously, "... pretty."

"So..." Ning Qing grabbed Yan Huaixiu and pulled it towards her.

Yan Huai was pulled by Ning Qing without any precautions, he hastily tried his best to support the edge of the bed so as not to bump into Ning Qing.

Yan Huai tried his best to think about the reason for Ning Qing's action, but he could only think that Ning Qing might not be satisfied with his previous answer, but what was difficult was that when he met Ning Qing, he couldn't speak, Yan Huai pursed his lips unconsciously, with Looking at Ning Qing in a bit of bewilderment, he said, "It's... very beautiful..."

Looking at each other, it was the extinction of spring, Ning Qing stretched out his hand to caress Yan Huai's cheeks, and then his temples, he pulled Yan Huai's hairpin from his crown, and let the ink spread out.

A kiss with the smell of medicine landed on Yan Huai's lips, and it was he who whispered.

"I miss you."

The winter solstice is destined to be a sleepless night.

The author has something to say: the winter solstice is Ning Qing's birthday