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

In the clean yard behind the main hall, a few old straw mats were spread on the cracked loess, women, children and children sitting together in twos and threes, with dark and skinny faces, protruding browbones, dim eyes in sunken eye sockets, dull and empty. His eyes were slack in the dark sky.

With dry and cracked lips opening and closing, these simple people who have been tortured by hunger, thirst, and demon poison have lost their vitality. They can only look at the purple-black demon hovering over the town, waiting for endless despair.

Under the eaves, Duan Qingyu's beautiful eyes had already condensed water vapor, and said in a difficult voice: "Brother Song, let's look for it again, maybe we can find water..."

"Sapphire, no..." The blue shirt was slightly messed up, Song Zixuan looked at the desperate crowd in front of him, and his heart was full of sadness. Even if he acted strangely, as long as he benefited the country and the people, he could rob officials, silver and rich houses, but in the face of The evil poison of the demon race, he is just a powerless mortal.

"No, Brother Song, let's go find Meng Qianxun, he is so powerful, there must be a way to get water, it will be possible..." Duan Qingyu shouted uncontrollably, he saw it in the morning, since Meng Qianxun If he could use his spiritual power to expel the demon poison and revive a dozen unconscious women, children and children, then he must have a way to find water!

Song Zixuan grabbed Duan Qingyu who turned impulsively with his backhand, and sighed: "Qingyu, don't disturb Master Meng's rest."

Duan Qingyu knelt down and hugged his head in despondency, he choked up softly, he knew that all the Xuanling people had withdrawn from Tai Town, in order to relieve the drought in the whole Beiliao, but what about Tai Town?Thousands of people in Tai Town are also human beings!

"Brother Song, within three days, they will definitely be able to break the spell, right?" The young man raised his head, his misty eyes filled with sad hope.

Song Zixuan felt a pain in his heart, Qingyu encountered such a cruel disaster when he came down the mountain for the first time, after all, he was still an ignorant child!

"It's definitely possible, Qingyu. The Xuanling clan has guarded the world for a hundred years. The cruelty of the demon clan will not succeed. Master Meng is still in Tai Town. The people who were awakened by him are the witnesses of hope. We must believe him!"

Duan Qingyu pursed her lips and wiped her eyes with her dirty wrinkled sleeves. She regained her confidence and her eyes shone brightly.

"Brother Song, you have a wealth of knowledge and experience, can you tell me whether Prime Minister Meng has given up the people of Tai Town for the sake of the entire Beiliao, and the people of the Xuanling clan have all gone..." The young man lowered his head and asked in a weak voice road.

Song Zixuan shook his head, and replied earnestly: "Qingyu, Prime Minister Meng has not given up on Taizhen, he is still in the town, isn't he? He rescued all the people in the yard."

Duan Qingyu nodded and said: "Qingyu understands, Brother Song, they are too lifeless, I will go chat with them."

After finishing speaking, Duan Qingyu raised a bright smile, walked resolutely into the crowd, sat cross-legged on the rough straw mat, with dry and pale lips, and began to talk happily about the efforts of the Xuanling people in recent days, even if there is no food, even if There is no drinking water, but the young man wants to do his best, at least not to extinguish the hope in his heart.

The young mind is inevitably immature. He just didn't understand it for a while. Ever since he saw that person attack again and again this morning, until his spiritual power was exhausted, until his brows were tired, and he was on the verge of collapse, he ordered them to bring the awakened person back. Fuchu.

He understood that the man named Meng Qianxun was supporting Tai Zhen by himself in order to allow the rest of the Xuanling clan to concentrate on breaking the spell of drought in Beiliao.

What he can do now is to take good care of these people who have been rescued with all his strength, so that that person can rest for a while with peace of mind.

When Cheng Zailan returned to the resting yard, what he saw was a group of sallow and thin people sitting around on straw mats, facing the dark sky, with sunken eyes shining like hope.

Taking a closer look, Cheng Zailan was surprised to find that in the crowd, Duan Qingyu and Song Zixuan were holding a sleeping child each, with smiles on their faces, tirelessly talking about the imperial court's disaster relief, the deeds of the Xuanling clan, and the enthusiasm of the people all over the world. Including the generosity of Jiangnan Wulan Villa.

"The pavilion..."

Behind Cheng Zalan, stood the three guardians of the sun, moon, and star, and the tiger demon Mingyan. Seeing such a scene, he couldn't help feeling sore in his eyes. Natural disasters are ruthless, and monster disasters are even more ruthless.

"Yuehua, leave a bowl of the porridge in the pot and share it." Cheng Zailan calmly looked at the scene in front of him, and after ordering lightly, he strode towards the room where he rested last night.

Gently pushing the door and entering, the drowsy room is dry and dim, with a strong smell of dust, a worn-out sheet, a white body curled up on the hard bed, sleeping with tired eyebrows.

Cheng Zailan approached slowly, the person on the bed was not sleeping soundly, the curled up body seemed to be trembling slightly, eyebrows darkened in doubt, Cheng Zailan felt that the dry air around him seemed to be somewhat cold, as if he was no stranger.

Suddenly, Cheng Zailan remembered the bone-chilling cold in the inn the night Baihualou came back, and hastily stretched out his hand to touch Meng Qianxun's wrist. It was cold, but fortunately his pulse was steady.

With a sigh of relief, Cheng Zailan was about to cover the person on the bed with a quilt, but found that his arm could not move. It turned out that in such a short moment, the person on the bed unconsciously approached Wen Nuan, and hugged his arm to sleep on the pillow.

Smiling helplessly, Cheng Zailan simply kicked off his boots and rolled onto the bed.Anyway, it's not the first time it's been used as a stove.

The lasting warmth, Meng Qianxun's body gradually stretched, but her limbs were tightly wrapped around Cheng Zalan's body, her cold face was pressed against her hot chest, her steady and rhythmic heartbeat was beating beside her ears, like the most wonderful sleep of time song.

For the first time in his life, Cheng Zailan pampered someone so much, leaned his head sideways, and carefully looked at the man sleeping in his arms: the long hair was slightly disheveled, the eyelids were closed, and the long eyelashes trembled like the wings of a butterfly perched She trembled; her lips were a little pale, her breath was light, and her quiet face was quiet and beautiful, revealing a bit of delusion-like fragility.It is so mysterious that people can't help but want to spy on everything.

Such a person, who has not reached the age of thirties, is amazingly talented. At the age of 22, he was appointed as the prime minister. After five years, he continued to have romantic affairs, and his private behavior was not bound by common sense.

However, Meng Qianxun that Cheng Zailan knew was just an ordinary person longing for warmth.

Perhaps, the unobtrusive warming bed that this population talks about is really just a warming bed.

Thinking of this, the corners of Cheng Zailan's lips raised a deep arc, and the corners of his eyebrows also gradually raised, but those eyes, which were as black as midnight, shone with a deep and complicated look.

——Meng Qianxun, since you have the power of ten miles around Bu Fang, why don't you accompany me to the Ice and Fire Heaven of the Demon Race.