I'm a Serious Fox [Transmigration Book]

The inn is backed by the mountains, standing on the ridge of the roof and looking at it from a distance, it is full of greenery, and the whole mountain forest is rumbling with the night wind.

Feng Ling stood facing the wind, grabbed the brocade bag at her waist, raised her hand and threw it far away.

But when the hand was raised halfway, the powerful arm suddenly lost its strength, and the hand holding the brocade bag was trembling.

all fake.

Being cheated into circles, she still wants to give her heart away.

It's ridiculous enough.

But this is also good, no more extravagant hopes, nothing, isn't it just the same as before, he can rest assured to avenge his parents again.

A drop of crimson tears fell on the brocade bag along the corner of her tightly pursed lips, and it instantly turned into a raging fire and burned. Even the windmill and the fragments of Xuanyu leaves inside were gradually reduced to ashes with the jumping flames.

Like an ink butterfly dancing wildly in the evening wind, it spreads its wings and sinks into the night.

From now on, there will be no more seniors in this world.

When Feng Ling went back early in the morning, she found that the door was still closed and unlocked.

He gently pushed open the door. The door panel seemed to be in disrepair, and every inch it opened would make an overwhelmed creaking sound, which seemed particularly frightening in the silent morning.

He didn't do anything wrong.

It's just that his eyes are still a little red and swollen at the moment, if Hu Yibai finds out, he will probably have to make fun of him in his heart for being a cocoon.

But I didn't expect to push the door open to a gap of about one person, and after walking in, I found that the person on the bed was still lying upright, and there was no sign of waking up from the harsh sound of the door opening just now.

While Feng Ling breathed a sigh of relief, she also felt a little strange.

It stands to reason that after the foundation is established, sleep will become less and less, and when it reaches Nascent Soul and above, there is no need for sleep at all.

There is no such thing as falling asleep or not waking up, and he can't think of a second possibility other than pretending to be asleep.

Thinking of this, his expression was a little complicated, and he pretended to be asleep at this moment.

Does he also feel awkward getting along with him?

Feng Ling went to the table and poured a cup of tea. After a night of hot tea, it was already completely cold, and the cup wall trembled with ice when her fingertips touched it, and the taste was extremely bitter.

Even so, Feng Ling finished his drink without changing his face.

When he put down the teacup, he deliberately made some noise, but there was still no movement behind him.

Feng Ling was taken aback for a moment, realizing that something was wrong, he turned around and pushed aside the bead curtain, and as he got closer to the bed, he could feel a chill blowing towards his face.

Hu Yibai was lying on the bed upright, with his hands clasped in front of his chest, the quilt was uncovered, and he was lying with his clothes on, his whole body was covered with a thick layer of hoarfrost.

Feng Ling frowned, and turned her head to look at the window. He was on the roof last night, so it stands to reason that he could hear any emergencies.

Besides, Hu Yibai's cultivation base is not low, so it is impossible for him to be assassinated easily.

While practicing his kung fu to melt the frost on Hu Yibai's body, he called out, "Hu Yibai?"

The person on the bed still didn't respond.

Even the eyelashes covered with frost did not tremble.

The whole person lay silently on the bed, as if he had sunk into another world through the bed full of frost.

Feng Ling directly melted a small ball of phoenix fire on his fingertips, intending to quickly melt his frozen spiritual veins.

Hu Yibai, who was in a coma, seemed to sense something, and suddenly grabbed his wrist and pulled him over.

Caught off guard, his forehead hit his left shoulder.The undeveloped layer of frost was sandwiched between the two, and was instantly melted by the phoenix fire on his body, emitting a steaming mist.

Hu Yibai seemed to be uncomfortably burned, and uttered a difficult dream: "Hot."

Feng Ling regained consciousness and hurriedly extinguished the Phoenix fire.

When they came back to their senses, the two were leaning against each other like this. Feng Ling was just about to break free, but he didn't expect that another hand suddenly wrapped around his neck and pressed his head down.

Hu Yibai slowly let go of his wrist and turned into a posture of embracing him, rubbing his head against the top of his hair: "Cold."

Feng Ling: "..."

It will be hot and cold for a while, there are so many things.

Feng Ling looked sideways at the folded quilt next to her, pulled Hu Yibai away with one hand, and pulled the quilt with the other. Unexpectedly, the quilt just covered her chest, and she frowned and pushed it away again; "It hurts."

Then she threw off the quilt and continued to hug him.

It was as if holding him was neither cold nor hot nor painful.

Feng Ling glanced upwards, but indeed she hadn't opened her eyes yet, and her consciousness was in chaos.

Otherwise, he would really think that this fellow is acting again.

But what happened to him?

Suddenly, frost covered his body, and even his spirit veins were frozen. Just now he speculated that someone sneaked up on him in the middle of the night and froze him like this.

But just now, when I checked the spiritual veins, I realized that the inside was more frozen than the outside, and it was obviously frozen from the inside out.

Why did Hu Yibai freeze himself like this?

It reminded him of the 'Ice Jue' that he had learned in the retreat class, but generally only people with ice roots would use this method, Hu Yibai has five spirit roots, so it stands to reason that he can't use it.

But then again, the practice limit of people with five spiritual roots is almost only about building a foundation. With Hu Yibai's aptitude, he couldn't get into the Lingzong at the beginning, and Qingqiu produced a lot of spiritual herbs for him temporarily He only managed to pass the entrance examination with a high cultivation base.

Otherwise, with his aptitude, even if he smashed it to the bottom with heaven, material and earth treasures, he would be a golden pill if he died.

But just now when he took advantage of Hu Yibai's coma to explore his realm, it turned out that he was already in the realm of transforming gods.

During his level assessment before, the Nascent Soul he announced to the outside world was reserved.

It seems that the person who seized Hu Yibai's house must have been unfathomably high during his lifetime.

A body with five spiritual roots has been cultivated to the incarnation state by him, and he may soon be on par with his master.

But he still doesn't understand what this person is thinking?

I am just an abandoned son of the Phoenix Palace. No matter I am compared with Long Chiyu, who is the young master of Longshengmen, or Tao Xinyuan, the young master of Penglai Island, his status and status are very different. It is a hundred times more beneficial than being close to yourself.

What is he trying to get close to help him again and again?

In fact, looking back carefully at what happened in the past, there are traces to follow in everything. It wasn't that he didn't discover it at the time, but he didn't dare to associate these clues together.

If he told anyone about this, he would probably sigh absurdly.

It was clear that the purpose was impure, but he couldn't find out what Hu Yibai was trying to do.

Asked the other party is also left and right to talk about him.

Thinking about it, when Feng Ling raised her head, she realized that Hu Yibai was still holding her neck in her arms. Not only did she not loosen her hands for a long time, but the hug was even tighter.

He frowned and wanted to forcefully break off Hu Yibai's hand. He didn't know if it was because Hu Yibai was weak at the moment, or because his hand was too strong. He only heard a click, and when Feng Ling subconsciously let go, Hu Yibai's arm was limp. It fell down and hit the bed.

removed.

Feng Ling: "..."

Although he doesn't like Hu Yibai, but he really didn't mean it.

Hu Yibai didn't even cry out in pain, he hugged him tightly with his only remaining hand, his normally raised brows drooped, and he begged aggrievedly: "Just for a while."

Feng Ling frowned and looked at his drooping arm, and after thinking about it, she couldn't resist not taking off his arm.

Ever since he discovered that the inner demons could not be controlled, Hu Yibai learned the Ice Art from Si Wuya. At that time, Si Wuya said that he was not an ice spirit root, and the spirit veins in his body could not withstand too much cold air, and his luck could not be high every time. Yu Sanchong.

At the beginning, he promised well, but as the inner demon became stronger and stronger, he started to use the fourth, fifth, and sixth layers, and last night, he directly used the ninth layer.

The overwhelming ice, frost and snow in the sea of ​​consciousness drowned his consciousness in an instant, shattered the inner demons in an instant, and almost pushed him to the gate of hell.

He also discovered that the Supreme Mind Dharma is not omnipotent.

External forces will not kill him, but if he seeks death by himself, the supreme method will not save him.

If you don’t even cherish your own life, why should God save you?

If the spirit veins were frozen for more than a few hours, people would freeze to death. In the sea of ​​consciousness, he was frozen in the glacier. Looking at the dark sky and the heavy snowfall, he thought that this time he was really playing off.

Unexpectedly, in the next moment, a gust of hot air would rush towards the face, and then a warm current would be injected into the spiritual vein, which would quickly dissolve the frozen spiritual vein.

He saw cracks cracking everywhere on the glacier, and exhaled slowly.

He was saved.

Especially thinking about who saved him, the happiness and ecstasy that was about to overflow from his chest almost made him forget the dangerous situation at this moment.

Sure enough, I still have a place in his heart, right?

Hu Yibai hugged him in his dream, holding his arms tightly, for fear that he would disappear if he let go for a while. After his eyelashes trembled and his limbs began to regain consciousness, he slowly opened his eyes.

I found myself lying on the bed, covered with a quilt, and my chest was bulging like a hill. When I lifted the quilt, I found that I was still holding two big pillows in my arms.

"..." Thinking of the touch in the dream just now, Hu Yibai's face turned black.

She knew that Feng Ling would definitely not let him hug her.

He propped himself up and sat up, threw the dead pillow aside, lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed, when he found a small snow-white feather on the hair on his chest.

It was light and fluffy, and there were soft little fluff all around, tangled with his hair.

Hu Yibai held his breath and plucked off the little feather, trying to control his mood so as not to let extreme joy turn into sadness.

"Squeak--" a sound.

When Hu Yibai opened the door, he saw Feng Ling standing outside the door, and glanced at him indifferently: "I'm awake."

A look of 'I never went in at all'.

"..." Hu Yibai said ah after a while, and then pushed the closed door open again: "Go in for a rest?"

Now that the genius is dim, the shops on the street are not open, even if they go to Wangjiazhai, they won't be able to ask many people.

Looking at his playful smile, Feng Ling couldn't feel at all that half of his foot had stepped into the gate of hell just now. He secretly thought that this guy was really scheming, and couldn't help but feel a little lucky that he didn't realize that he had entered the room just now, and he rescued him he.

Seeing Feng Ling's brows loosen, as if she was obviously relieved, she gave a faint "hmm", and thought she didn't know anyone.

Hu Yibai pursed his lips behind him, trying not to laugh out loud.

It's so cute.