Uncle, a sick beauty dressed as a black lotus

The unexpected killing startled a crowd of night sparrows. Kong Ji looked at the direction where the night sparrows flew in astonishment, but saw a man in black flying towards him, pulled out the bamboo stick that had pierced his chest, and kicked him. flew out.

"Third Junior Brother!" Feng Yong raised his sword and pointed at the man in black, "Who are you! What do you want to do by trespassing on the ice prison!"

The man in black cast a gloomy glance at Feng Yong, raised his stick, and wrestled with the disciple who still had a trace of clarity.

His stick technique is fast and evil, with no rules at all, but the stick is deadly. The cold crystal valley disciples who are accustomed to their unique skills have never dealt with such strange people, and they were also caught in the mist. They all fell under the stick of the man in black, leaving only Feng Yong struggling to support.

"You, don't think you can succeed! The disciples who heard the sound of fighting will come to support soon! Your death is approaching!"

"No one will come to support." The man in black said calmly, "I have smeared drugs on the bowls and chopsticks of all the disciples. Into dreamland."

"What did you say?" Feng Yong half-kneeled on the ground, propped up with a sword, and said, "You, who are you! Who are you?!"

The man in black remained silent, raised his bamboo stick to Feng Yong's heart, and stabbed it out.

Feng Yong's eyes froze, and he rushed towards the man in black without hesitation, letting the bamboo stick pass through his chest, and the moment blood gushed out, he had already grabbed the man in black's mask.

The man in black turned pale with fright, and the moment he turned to avoid, Feng Yong already tore off his mask.

A delicate and handsome face suddenly appeared in the night sky.

"It's you?" Feng Yong spat out blood, "Xuan Moxiao!"

The man in black looked lightly, slipped out a dagger, and stabbed Feng Yong in the chest again.

"Uh!" Feng Yong raised his sword in mid-air, but he had already lost the wind, how could he still pierce the enemy's heart, he held up the sword and stared at the pair of cold stars like cold stars under the black clothes unwillingly and angrily. Eyes, fell to the ground with a "bang".

Xuan Moxiao looked at Feng Yong who was lying in a pool of blood, his eyes gradually froze into ice.

Expressionlessly, he took out the seal in Feng Yong's arms, opened the door of the ice prison, and flew in.

Inside the ice prison, the cold wind was biting, and the ground was full of frost and snow. Countless criminals who couldn't see their faces were frozen to death in icicles one after another.

Xuan Moxiao lowered his head and walked through, not daring to take a second look. After walking for an unknown amount of time, that ethereal voice came to his ears again: "You are indeed here... Very good, you are indeed the one I like."

Xuan Moxiao paused, looked up, and saw a man in Xuancloth with raised eyebrows and a seductive face looking at him.

"It's you who've been talking to me?" Xuan Moxiao couldn't believe it.

The man nodded: "Not bad."

"You know my parents?"

"Yes."

Xuan Moxiao's heart suddenly shrank into a ball: "Who are they? How did they die!"

"Well..." The man floated closer to Xuan Moxiao, "It's a long story, I need to get out of here and talk slowly, but before I take you away, I need to find something."

"Things! Are you still looking for something?!"

"Yes." The man said.

Xuan Moxiao was anxious and angry: "I took the risk to come to save you, but you lied to me and told me what to look for when things came to an end?!"

"Hehe, poor little one, don't be angry." The man gently pressed Xuan Moxiao's shoulder, "Without me, how would you break free from the shackles of your soul? How can you muster up the courage to resist? Tell me, how can you kill an enemy with your own hands?" Do you feel good?"

Xuan Moxiao tightly squeezed the bamboo stick in his hand.

He ignored the man's words and asked, "What are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for Lingzhu." The man said quietly, "It's in the Cold Crystal Valley."

Crossing Lingzhu...

Xuan Moxiao's clear eyes sank, "Wang Yuexuan, what you want is right there."

Memories are endless...

Xuan Moxiao clearly remembered that it was he who gave his night clothes to the monster, watched the monster break into the Wangyue Pavilion, and met Xi Yanming who successfully stole the Lingzhu, and fought hard, if it wasn't for Tan Linglong After finding him, he could have left with the monster, but he was unlucky and was caught by Tan Linglong.

He had no choice but to cover the monster and leave, and entangled with Tan Linglong. He knew that after taking care of Xi Yanming in a hurry, Tan Linglong stole the library, took the night clothes, and put them in the stable. He also inadvertently heard the whispers of the disciples of Yuqiong Mountain. From their mouths, he knew that Su Mengsheng intended to accept him as a disciple. Now, this time fate finally favored him, and he won the bet.

He should be very happy, but for some reason, his heart is always so uneasy...

Xuan Moxiao rubbed Du Lingzhu, his eyes were confused.

This morning, the sun was very bright.

Xuan Moxiao brought the boiled medicine into the Nuan Pavilion, and quietly guarded Ye Qingyi's bedside like a cat, quietly waiting for Ye Qingyi to wake up.

Ye Qingyi, who was sleeping soundly, was extremely quiet, like a pure white cloud, floating on the phoenix neck couch with a golden bead curtain, Xuan Moxiao looked at the peerless face behind the bed curtain, and breathed They all slowed down, for fear of disturbing him and colliding with him.

I don't know how long I stood by the bed, Ye Qingyi suddenly moved, and said in a raving voice: "Lian'er..."

Xuan Moxiao was startled, and after searching around, he found that Rong Lian was not in the Nuan Pavilion, so he bravely walked towards Ye Qingyi: "Uncle, what's the matter?"

"Water..." Ye Qingyi was dazed, "Bring water."

"Yes." Xuan Moxiao hurriedly put down the medicine cup and poured a bowl of water, but didn't know how to undress Ye Qing.

Looking at Ye Qingyi again, he was still lying on the couch with his eyes closed, not intending to get up, Xuan Moxiao walked up to Ye Qingyi tremblingly like a drum, stretched out a hand, and gently embraced Ye Qingyi. Ye Qingyi's shoulder.

The moment his fingertips touched that light and thin body, Xuan Moxiao bit his lips hard. He lifted Ye Qingyi up effortlessly, supported him firmly, and handed the water to the Ye Qingyi's lips.

"Uncle Master..." Xuan Moxiao whispered, "The water is here."

Ye Qingyi habitually leaned against the person beside him, sipping his saliva on the other's hand.

Xuan Moxiao held his breath and held the water, not daring to look at Ye Qingyi who was weak and weak in his arms.

However, the sound of his heart beating like a drum gave him away.

Consciousness came back, and Ye Qingyi, who noticed something strange, slowly opened his eyes, and suddenly saw a slender and unfamiliar hand, which was trembling slightly, and the knuckles were grayish white due to excessive force, as if holding something other than a cup. tool, but a knife.

A heavy knife.

Ye Qingyi instantly woke up.

"You are not Ronglian."

He raised his head to look at the face of the owner of that hand, but his heart trembled when he was hit by a youthful, handsome and handsome face: "Xuan Moxiao? Why are you?"

The cold voice made Xuan Moxiao's scalp numb, and he knelt on the ground without panic: "Master, this disciple knows his mistake!"