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She turned around with a sarcasm on her face, but suddenly felt a sense of oppression. Then, a hot hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her back forcefully. Song Yubai staggered two steps and hit her back. on rough tree trunks.

She couldn't help groaning, and raised her eyes in astonishment.

I saw that Xia Wuxin didn't know what happened, her body was terribly hot, her eyes were half covered by her hair, she couldn't see her eyes clearly, her lips were red, almost bleeding from a bite.

"Xia Wuxin?" Song Yubai sensed something was wrong, and wanted to touch her forehead, but his hands were clamped behind him, unable to move.

Xia Wuxin's strength was so great that she couldn't break free at all, her shattered and smooth back rubbed against the bark, leaving traces of blood, causing her to frown in pain.

"It's you." Xia Wuxin said in a low voice, her voice was hoarse, and she was quite different from her usual clear and clear voice.

"What?" Song Yubai couldn't hear her words clearly. He wanted to break his wrist from her palm and moved it around. He didn't succeed, but instead, she interlocked her fingers and held her hand.

The scorching heat penetrated into the palm of the hand, the girl's hand was very soft, but the bones were like iron tongs, very strong.

Xia Wuxin only felt that there were two kinds of words clamoring in her head, one was crazy and the other was calm. At that moment, it seemed that something that had been silent for a long time was awakened by Song Yubai.

Compared with the youthful love before, this kind of emotion is stronger, so strong that she wants to press her into her arms and kiss every inch of her cold skin.

I don't know if it's the effect of the wine or something else, her mind is even more messy, her nostrils are filled with the fragrance of flowers from Song Yubai's body, in front of her eyes is Song Yubai's face for a while, and for a while there is a faint light lingering around her slender body arm.

Xia Wuxin suddenly let go, leaned forward, tightly wrapped Song Yubai's waist, and hugged her in her arms.

Song Yubai suddenly freed his arms, and before he could react for a while, he was forced to plunge into the scalding heat again. His shoulders, which had been blown cool by the wind, gradually broke out a thin layer of sweat when they touched Xia Wuxin's breath. Slightly flushed.

"What's wrong with you?" Song Yubai's heart was beating like a drum, and there was a little panic in his clear eyes.

The girl was slightly taller than Song Yubai, with black hair like ink, and the wind blew through the treetops, blowing the hair from her forehead with the coolness of early autumn, revealing her eyes, as wide as the deep sea.

Xia Wuxin like this seemed a little dangerous.

Finally, her hands loosened a little.

Song Yubai was free now, struggled out of the stalemate, stepped back into the mottled moonlight, his chest heaved up and down, and his long eyelashes shone slightly.

The fragrant body in her arms disappeared, and Xia Wuxin seemed to stand out of the water. Her clothes were soaked in cold sweat, and the madness in her head gradually faded away. At the same time, a hot stream gushed out of her nose.

She was stunned for a while, then suddenly covered her nose and ran away.

The grass and trees in front of me were shadowy, the cool wind in early autumn rolled up the fallen leaves and kept falling on her body, the moonlight was like flowing clear water, sliding past her feet, Xia Wuxin just kept her head buried and ran wildly, regardless of where she was.

When she finally stopped out of breath, she didn't know how far she had run.

She turned around and looked back, and saw that the dense forest was deep and secluded, except for the hazy moonlight that was divided into blocks, it was pitch black, so she squatted down suddenly and sat on the ground with one hand.

Her hand was sticky and wet, she looked at it by the moonlight, she couldn't help exclaiming, and quickly stretched out her hand to wipe it off, it turned out that at some time, warm blood came out evenly from both nostrils, and almost flowed into her mouth.

Now that her mind has regained her clarity, her cheeks flushed immediately.

Although he had guessed about Song Yubai's identity for a long time, when that perfect body appeared in front of him, his reason almost collapsed.

She whimpered suddenly and buried her head in her knees.

After that night, Xia Wuxin didn't go to Song Yubai for a few days, not because she didn't want to, but because she didn't dare. She touched her chest that day, and then almost lost her mind under the moon. She was afraid that she would appear in Song Yubai again now. In front of him, he would die on the spot.

Moreover, Song Yubai's attitude should be to make Xia Wuxin completely give up by acknowledging his identity as a woman.

But she didn't know that Xia Wuxin not only didn't give up, but for several days in a row, her half-exposed shoulders and misty eyes were all in her dreams. She was so frightened that she got up in the middle of the night and dug out the scriptures that had already accumulated dust for literacy. Light the lamp and boil oil to copy.

The cultivation during the day is always distracted, this fairy, it is more difficult to cultivate.

On this day, in a separate compartment of Xianyun Temple, the four corners were inlaid with gold, the stone bricks were shining white, and a reddish stone lamp was placed in the center. It's like heaven.

Xia Wuxin was sitting on the right side of the stone lamp. She was twisting her fingers into a twisted gesture, forcing out an inch of red light from her palm, like a bit of cinnabar, flickering on and off.

It's just that the red light is getting darker, and there are drops of sweat on the smooth forehead.

Sitting across from Yanqiao, he was newly promoted to immortal, his clothes were completely new, with a snow-white brocade belt tied around his waist, he was leaning forward, and said nervously: "Turn Qi into your heart, turn strength into Qi, just a short distance away." It's done in one go, hold on tight."

With his encouragement, a little bit of cinnabar was completely wiped out.

Yan Qiao lowered his head, resting his forehead with one hand, and swept the lamp with the other, the white smoke was wiped out.

Only then did Xia Wuxin breathe a sigh of relief, and looked at her palm in embarrassment, then shook her sore hand, with a distressed expression on her face: "I've made this cinnabar seal eight times, brother, what's the problem?"

Yanqiao was also quite puzzled. He rubbed his forehead and pondered for a while, then shook his head again and again: "Your cultivation base is enough, and your comprehension is not bad. It's not too slow to improve on weekdays, but when it comes to formations and immortals, how come you don't know what to do?" so difficult?"

"The most important thing in the cinnabar seal is sincerity. Are you really putting your heart into it?" Yan Qiao said seriously.

Xia Wuxin touched her chest and nodded with a bitter face.

The two of them sat scratching their heads for a while, then Yanqiao threw his sleeves down, woke up the stone lamp again, and said calmly, "Forget it, maybe I haven't fully grasped the art of heart, so let's continue. It's my first time teaching disciples after becoming a fairy, you can't Embarrass your brother."

Xia Wuxin let out a long sigh, but she couldn't do anything, so she obeyed, continued to straighten her back, folded her hands, and made a twisted lotus gesture in front of her chest.

"Master said that if you successfully acquire the cinnabar seal, you can be brought to the peach feast where all the immortals gather. If not, you can only stay in Pingfeng Mountain and practice hard." Yan Qiao Sighing longer than her, he shook his head.

In the past, like the Peach Banquet, something that only the lords of the heavens and the gods were invited to participate, they would never have looked at Ping Fengshan, but this time it was an exception. The young fairy sent the post to Xia Chunqiu.

Xia Chunqiu never made this news public, but only informed Yanqiao.

"Okay, okay, I'll do my best." Xia Wuxin said in a hoarse voice, her face flushed from holding back, but she accidentally used an inch of strength, and her heart ached.

At the same time, Song Yubai, who was sitting in front of the table, trembled a bit with his pen, leaving a little ink on the paper, which blurred in all directions.

She knew that it was Xia Wuxin who caused the trouble again, she shook her head slightly, and wanted to continue writing, but she couldn't calm down, so she rubbed her eyebrows and raised her hands behind her back.

"Drunk." She said softly.

"Here comes sir!" Ah Zui ran in from the door holding a broom, bringing in the flying dust.

Song Yubai slapped the tip of his nose with reproachful eyes, and then looked at her empty hands except for the broom, suddenly feeling a little bit disappointed.

"What's the matter?" Seeing that she was silent, Ah Zui put down the broom and hurried forward.

Song Yubai shook his head, and said calmly that nothing happened. After a while, he suddenly raised his eyes again, moved his sandalwood lips, and finally spoke.

"Today, she hasn't delivered anything yet?"