The white moonlight dressed as the Demon Sword Sovereign

The sharp cat's teeth made a tooth mark on the wrist.

Pain came, Beitang Hanye stopped in his tracks, and the cat in his arms took the opportunity to kick him and jumped from between his arms.

Chu Yiyang rolled gracefully and landed firmly on the ground.

The star anise hydrangea that was originally floating at the height of his arms also shook and fell down with him.

On the corridor, Zishan Jianzun lowered his eyes, one person and one cat confronted each other on the corridor.

Those sweeping disciples who came to clean the courtyard saw this scene from a distance, and felt that this little thing was extremely bold——

Could it be that a creature without intelligence has the courage to resist Sword Master?

Chu Yiyang controlled his strength and did not bite Beitang Hanye's wrist.

He turned around, gave a "meow" to the person in front of him, and walked around him.

The little hydrangea that followed him leisurely made a thin sound, covering the sound of snow falling outside.

He took the hydrangea and walked in the opposite direction to the lotus pond.

The half-sized cat moved like a cloud. It walked down the corridor for a while, then stopped, and looked back at the person who was still standing there.

It seemed to have infinite patience, with a pair of blue eyes looking at Beitang Hanye, waiting for him to follow.

The mopping disciple showed a strange expression.

While they were thinking about what Sword Master would do, Beitang Hanye made a move.

The purple robes dragged across the wooden floor, and Beitang Hanye walked towards the cat.

Then they knew that in this contest between man and cat, it was their sword master who succumbed first.

The disciples of Sasa saw the figure of Master Jian walking in front of them. Mao Mao, who was waiting in the same place, saw him approaching, so he stood up and continued to walk out. After walking for a while, he looked back at him to make sure he had followed. .

Just like that, one person and one cat left the back of the main hall one by one, and disappeared from the sight of the disciples.

Chu Yiyang stepped on the floor, listening to the soft ringing of the octagonal hydrangea following him, and looked back from time to time to see if Beitang Hanye had followed.

They walked through the middle hall and came to the front hall. The burning fragrance in the hall wafted up, and the former sword master on the portrait seemed to be looking down at the two figures walking by in front of him.

The snow outside was getting heavier and heavier, and Chu Yiyang felt no pressure during the walk in the palace, but when he saw the snow-white world outside, his paws felt numb again.

However, it is impossible to expect Beitang Hanye to carry him away if he wants to bring the people behind him to verify his conjecture.

So when he came to the threshold, Chu Yiyang stopped again, and turned his head to check if the purple figure had followed.

After seeing Han Ye in Beitang, he leaped over the threshold with his hind legs, brought the hydrangea floating beside him to the outside of the main hall, and stepped into the hot snow.

The snow fell heavily, but the snow on the ground was not too deep, as if it would always be at a certain thickness.

In the snow, where the fluffy cat walked, it left a line of thin footprints, and beside it was a line of human footprints.

Braving the snow, Chu Yiyang walked to the edge of the square with his hydrangea, stopping from time to time to shake off the snowflakes on his body.

Beitang Hanye kept a certain distance from him, and followed him leisurely.

At first, he thought that Chu Yiyang left the hall because he wanted to play in the snow outside.

Unexpectedly, after leaving the hall, the cat did not stop, but continued to walk forward through the snow.

They crossed the square and walked up the steps. The little furry figure in front seemed to be sure that he would keep up. He was determined to go to the edge of Kunlun Peak to find out, and he never looked back.

As the wind and snow grew stronger, it buried the small footprints that Chu Yiyang had left in the snow before, and the hair on his body fell to one side.

The bells of the small ball flying next to him also became chaotic, and the sound was hard to catch.

Chu Yiyang quickened his pace, started to run gradually, and rushed to the edge of the cloud platform tenaciously in the blinding wind and snow.

Then, he squatted down in the wind that seemed to be able to roll him up, waiting for Beitang Hanye.

This is the edge of Kunlun Peak, and they went out after leaving this boundary.

He wants to try it out here, whether Beitang Hanye is willing—or in other words, whether he can be taken out.

It seemed that he had waited for a while, and it seemed that he had waited for a long time. In the wind and snow that blocked his sight, he finally saw Beitang Hanye coming in front of him.

Zishan Sword Master looked past him and looked beyond the Kunlun Peak.

The Kunlun peaks became hazy in the blinding wind and snow, leaving only rolling outlines.

Chu Yiyang squatted at Beitang Hanye's feet, raised his head, and gave him a "meow" in the wind.

As if he caught his voice that was thinned by the wind, Beitang Hanye, who was standing on the edge of the cloud platform, withdrew his gaze from the undulating peaks and looked down at him.

His long hair and robe were pushed by the gust of wind at the edge of Kunlun Peak, and Chu Yiyang saw a strand of black satin-like long hair covering his face, making it even more difficult for the cat's already blurred vision to capture his face on the expression.

However, Beitang Hanye's voice was very clear.

He said, "I can't go."

"Meow--"

The cat whose hair was disheveled by blowing made a firm sound, and at the same time stretched out a foot towards the edge of the cloud platform, expressing its willingness to go out.

Who in this world can refuse a cat's request?

This is what Chu Yiyang thought when he saw Beitang Hanye bent down and stretched out his hand towards him.

But he didn't wait until Beitang Hanye picked him up, but felt the skin on the back of his neck tighten, and his limbs were immediately restricted from moving.

Chu Yiyang: "..."

"can not go."

Beitang Hanye's voice sounded above his head, and the star anise hydrangea floated up again.

He held his cat in his arms, maintained the posture of pinching the back of its neck, sealed all its actions, and then walked back from the edge of the platform with it in his arms.

No matter what "it" wants to do outside the Kunlun Palace, it should stay here.

Chu Yiyang almost blinked before returning to the hall again.

Beitang Hanye brought him back in the blink of an eye for the distance he had traveled so hard just now.

He was placed on the table, Beitang Hanye took out a handkerchief, wiped off the snowflakes on his feet, and then with a thought, evaporated the snow on his body.

"Be good." The touch of the long fingers that gently wiped off the snowflakes on his feet, and then fell expertly on the top of his head, his chin, and the slender fingers on his back made him feel as comfortable as ever , "You can go outside, but you can't leave Kunlun Peak."

The person in front of him said so.

Chu Yiyang squinted his eyes, looked at Beitang's expressionless face, and thought in his heart: I can't go, why can't I go?

——You haven’t answered the question about cats, so have you ever answered the question in your own mind?

After comforting him for a while, seeing that he seemed to calm down, Beitang Hanye conjured a plate of milk on the table.

The grandma was still steaming slightly, so he left the cat here, planning to continue drawing the unfinished Butterfly Picture before returning to the table.

But as soon as he turned around, he heard the cat jump down from the table, rang a series of bells, and ran out again.

Disciple Sasa had just seen Master Jian carrying the cat back, and soon saw the cat running out of Master Jian's bedroom, followed by Hydrangea.

He ran very fast, almost like a mortal beast, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

It's just that no matter how fast you run, you can't run as fast as the owner of the dream.

Chu Yiyang stepped on a little snow at the corner, his claws slipped, and he was about to fly out, but was intercepted by the person in front of him, and he was grabbed back into the bedroom again.

Disciple Sasa watched the cat run out of the door, disappeared around the corner, and was quickly caught back, repeating the actions just now, repeatedly mentioning his evaluation of his position on the Kunlun Peak in his heart.

Jian Zun is not such a patient person, he is willing to let go of what he is doing and play this kind of chasing game with him again and again, it is really condescending.

……

The bells in the Kunlun Palace rang, and it was rare to be lively in such a snowy day.

Chu Yiyang ran out several times but was caught back, and now he was so tired that he lay on the ground panting.

He looked past the star anise hydrangea floating beside him, and looked at Beitang Hanye who was still standing at the desk by the window and painting.

On Zishan Sword Master's wrist, in addition to the tooth marks he just left, there are three more scratch marks.

His handsome face looked so calm under the sky, without the slightest trace of demonic energy, nor the slightest hint of mad killing intent.

However, the calmer he was, the more Chu Yiyang's heart sank.

Maybe... there is no need to try anymore.

He took a breath, stood up from the ground, and walked towards the door.

Seeing his movements, the person who finished the repeatedly interrupted painting raised his eyes, and his eyes fell on the cat's back.

This time Chu Yiyang didn't call him again, and he didn't run as fast as before, as if he was afraid that he would catch up.

He came to the threshold, squatted there, sat down, and then turned his head to look at Beitang Hanye.

The eyes of one person and one cat met in mid-air, he opened his mouth, "meowed" at him, and issued an ultimatum.

Either follow him out of Kunlun Peak, or watch him leave here.

Under the sky, the cat's figure was fluffy, and its blue eyes looked even bluer against the backdrop of the heavy snow all over the sky.

The person standing behind the table just looked at him quietly, not intending to follow him, and seemed to give up and keep him.

Chu Yiyang suddenly had a feeling in his heart that the person standing there was not the grown-up Beitang, but the little Jianzi he had seen in his dream.

——I disappeared in front of him like this, as if I had abandoned him again.

He couldn't help but "meow" to Beitang Hanye again, but he still didn't get a response.

Finally, he made up his mind and moved the foot bound by the red thread.

The next moment, he sensed the pulling force from the other end of the red line, and he was pulled out of this dream.

Under the sky, the cat's figure suddenly disappeared, and the hydrangea following him seemed to have lost its spiritual power and rolled to the ground.

……

Under the moonlight, Mo Xiu, who was in charge of guarding the sentry, saw the figure appearing out of nowhere outside the station, and his eyes were fixed.

He originally wanted to ask who the visitor was, but saw that his exhaled breath turned into frost under the moonlight.

In the icy frosty air, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Then there was a flash of cold light, and as soon as his neck was cold, he lost consciousness.

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Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, should be crazy the day after tomorrow!

There is no need to wait for 35 words!

感谢在2021-11-0823:53:28~2021-11-0923:58:28期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: Yu Yi 1;

Thanks to the little angels who threw the landmines: Yu Yi and the second sister;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!