The wind and moon of the other world are full of the world

The new moon is like a hook, dotted with stars, and the night is light and hazy. Ordinary people can only vaguely see the figures nearby.

The people in the small town are poor, they work at sunrise and rest at sunset, and the small town is not lively at night.

The dry night wind blew across her cheeks, and her hair was disheveled. Meng Qianxun breathed in the cool air of the quiet night, and she couldn't help but relieve a lot of the dazed depression of the past few days.

"I'm going to the highest place." Against the gust of wind, Meng Qianxun turned her head and shouted to Cheng Zailan.

"Qianxun can go wherever she wants." Cheng Zailan wrapped his arms around Meng Qianxun's waist, and stepped out lightly, walking like flying, with a refreshing voice, as if pampering.

The wind in the ear was louder, Meng Qianxun squinted her eyes, her arms could not help opening slowly, and a complicated smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, mixed with nostalgia, bitterness, and confusion, but finally showing a trace of wantonness ...

The moment her feet got back on the ground, Meng Qianxun swayed a few times and stood firm, the arms of the person beside her were still clasped around her waist, and Meng Qianxun felt slightly warm.

"Where is this place?" After countless ups and downs, Meng Qianxun couldn't find the north.

"The city wall." Cheng Zailan was slightly taken aback, he didn't expect the shrewd person to be so confused now, is he really afraid that he will sell him out?

Meng Qianxun withdrew from Cheng Zailan's arms, stepped on the high city wall, and walked slowly back and forth, with her arms open, her clothes fluttering, her hair fluttering, swaying as if she was about to fall in an instant.

In the dark night, Cheng Zailan was terrified, and couldn't help shouting: "Hey, you are dying!"

Meng Qianxun looked back and smiled lightly: "Cheng Zailan, are you nervous?" Said, Meng Qianxun wobbled back and turned around.

"Damn it, why am I nervous, I brought you here only after seeing the devil!..."

Halfway through the conversation, he saw the white figure shaking violently in the dark night. Cheng Zailan suddenly panicked and said anxiously, "Don't move! Meng Qianxun, damn it, don't move..."

With a flying jump, Cheng Zailan wanted to hug the person swaying in the wind into his arms, but Meng Qianxun easily avoided him. Cheng Zailan thoughtfully put down his grasping arm, and looked up to see that Meng Qianxun was already sitting comfortably. down.

With both feet hanging in the air, leaning over to rest your chin, how could it be so dangerous?

Cheng Zailan had no choice but to sit down next to Meng Qianxun, with his legs dangling in the air, turned his head and asked in doubt: "Qianxun, are you really Hefeng Youran's brother?"

Judging from the situation where a sword glow in the broken house made the peach demon flee in fear, Feng Youran should be very powerful, but Meng Qianxun...

Meng Qianxun raised her lips and said with a smile: "Zai Lan, are you calling me delicate and cumbersome?"

Cheng Zailan coughed dryly, apologized and said sincerely: "Qianxun, I didn't mean that..." It was just strange that Meng Qianxun didn't have any internal strength and martial arts.

Meng Qianxun sighed, shrugged and said: "Innately deficient, internal strength needs to be cultivated from a young age, I don't have the patience to learn from the beginning, and the moves... I have observed a lot... If it is about the speed of taking one's life, the Lan may not be faster than me..."

In the dark, Cheng Zailan found that Meng Qianxun's eyes were always facing his puzzled pupils, the corners of his mouth were light and graceful, and his voice was soft, slightly illusory.

Cheng Zailan was in a trance for a moment, the people in front of him were talking and laughing, and he couldn't see the bloody killing in the words at all. He clearly heard a voice in his heart shouting, it was a kind of crazy desire, eager to reveal everything in front of him. of illusory illusions.

Trying his best to suppress the strangeness in his heart, Cheng Zailan chuckled and said in a relaxed tone: "I forgot, Qian Xun once became prime minister, martial arts and internal strength are not necessary..."

After all, he didn't ask too much, even though he felt that if he opened his mouth, maybe Meng Qianxun would tell him everything...

Meng Qianxun didn't say a word, her eyes froze on Cheng Zalan for a moment, then she turned her head and turned her gaze to the starry night sky and the dimly lit small town. After a long silence, Meng Qianxun suddenly raised her finger and pointed in a direction, saying: "Where are you?" , the most evil spirit..."

Cheng Zailan looked in the direction Meng Qianxun was pointing at, and saw a small building with bright lights in the small town that was almost silent in the darkness. Orange lanterns and a slim figure could be seen from a distance. , Cheng Zailan could vaguely hear the only din in the silence, a lewd-laughter.

In the dusty land, the place where evil spirits gather most easily to confuse people.

"Then let's go and have a look." Standing up, Cheng Zailan stretched out his hand, as if the conversation between the two of them never happened at all.

Meng Qianxun looked up, stared blankly at Cheng Zailan for a few moments, then smiled and raised her hand to touch the warm palm...