long night walk

Chapter 1558 Horns and Feet

Bailian nodded slightly and said, "No thanks."

When Master Qingao reached the door, he suddenly paused. For some reason, in that moment, there was a hint of inexplicable hesitation and confusion from his back.

Bailian asked doubtfully, "Does the Master have anything to say?"

  Master Qingao turned half of his face, his weathered profile reflected in the shadow of his drooping eyes, as if he was in a trance. He was silent for a long while, but finally asked in a low voice:

"Yan Ji came to Kunlun Mountain secretly to look for my friend a few days ago."

Bailian's face was calm: "It is true."

There was no point in trying to conceal this matter. The followers of the True Immortal Sect were spread all over the 100,000 mountains of Kunlun. Even the native demon immortals in Kunlun Mountain had countless believers. Yan Ji thought that he had secretly found Junhuang Chenghuang, and with his help, he entered the mountain quietly.

Although Jun Huang Cheng Huang is one of the five immortals, he acts and does things...

It is truly a miracle that one could hide the truth from the scheming and cunning Master Qing Ao.

Master Qingao did not show any surprise at Bailian's honesty. He was not even surprised that a proton corpse demon with no cultivation could get away with it after causing trouble for the dignified Lord of Shenzhou.

Master Qingao was silent for a moment, then asked, "She came for Zhenyu."

Bailian observed the expression on his face and could not tell whether he was happy or angry, so he said, "Perhaps in your heart, Yan Ji was once a good wife worthy of your deep love, but in my opinion, she is not a good match. Since our fate is over, why should we linger on? She left you and should not be kept. You might as well set your heart free. Everything is gone in the blink of an eye. It is an illusion right now. Don't think of your homeland when you meet old friends. Instead, try new tea with new fire."

Master Qingao sighed and smiled, he heard the words of advice and comfort in Baili An's words, his smile was full of self-mockery.

"My friend, what you mean is that you want me to let go of the old people in my heart and take a look at the new people around me."

“Life is not just about the past, it also has the present and the future.”

The mocking smile in Master Qingao's eyes did not diminish as he said, "For someone like me, who has been entangled with the curse of the evil god all my life and cannot be freed, my heart has long been eaten away. My life has been full of lies and I am no longer sincere. I have long lost the ability to be a human being. As for Yan Ji..."

He lowered his eyes, smiled softly, and said, "At least there has always been a lack of a formal book of union and separation between her and me."

Bailian said: "What exactly does the real person want to ask?"

Master Qingao raised his eyes and asked calmly, "I brought Zhenyu into the sect. After so many years, she no longer recognizes me, but I know about the secret meetings between her and Zhenyu. It's obvious that she really cares about Zhenyu.

This time she came into the mountain, she must have come for Zhenyu. She knew that you were the grandson of Taiyin, and she also knew that you had died without a burial place after the corpses walked around in Luanyou Valley. Under the heaven-defying and destiny-changing technique of Emperor Taiyin, you were forcibly recalled to the world of the living.

She is naive and overbearing, and she tries to threaten Emperor Taiyin with your safety to make him compromise with her and resurrect Zhenyu. She is able to do this without considering the consequences, which shows that her love for Zhenyu is no less than Emperor Taiyin's love for his young grandson.

Therefore, Yan Ji would never give up easily without achieving her goal, but she quietly left Kunlun Mountain in secret. Obviously, in her mind, she has successfully used the power of the emperor to take you away from Kunlun Jingxu."

"But there has been no news of your disappearance in the mountains. Even at this moment, you are still in front of me, so Yan Ji..."

Qingao paused, staring at Bailian with his bottomless eyes for a while, and asked in a creepy calmness: "Is she still alive now?"

He did not ask how Bailian had deceived Yan Ji, nor did he ask whether Yan Ji was safe. Instead, he asked directly about his life or death. It was obvious that he had already expected and predicted something.

Bailian looked at Master Qingao calmly and said calmly: "I can answer Master's question, but some questions, if there is one, there will be two, if there is two, there will be three. There are too many questions to get to the bottom of, but..."

True Man Qing Ao interrupted calmly, "I only care about life and death, not other things. Everyone has their own secrets. I choose to cooperate with you because I believe that your territory means are not limited to the Moonlight Lock."

Bailian said calmly: "If nothing unexpected happens, Dongsheng Shenhou is no longer alive at this moment."

Master Qingao closed his eyes, took a long breath, and his shoulders, which had always been hunched, began to relax a little bit, as if something that had been pressing on his body for a long time was breaking apart bit by bit at this moment.

He lowered his eyes and said, "Allow me to be greedy for once. I wonder what kind of method Yan Ji has to use to disappear from this world?"

Bailian thought about Aweng Taiyin and the giant beast in the abyss in his heart.

Although he did not receive any more news about Shenhou Yanji, he could guess what her fate was just by deduction.

Not to mention that since Shenhuo Yanji left Kunlun Jingxu these days, if she went down to Jiuyou to meet Aweng and was able to come back alive, she must have known that the 'Baili An' who went with her was a fake.

He will definitely return to the mountains to cause trouble for her again.

And his grandfather, in his impression, was a very good grandfather, but he... had never been a good person.

I will definitely not give her the chance to cause trouble again. So, it is conceivable...

Bailian looked at Master Qingao calmly, without any intention of hiding anything from him, and said, "I think there should be no remains left."

Master Qingao's body trembled slightly, and he was silent for a moment, then he smiled softly and said in a very low voice: "This is also good..."

With his Taoist robe and whisk fluttering in the wind, it was unclear whether Master Qingao was sad or relieved. Before Bailian could see the expression on his face, he had already crushed the thunder and flew away on the clouds.

……

Then, Bailian's sleeves rustled, and the little white dragon poked out a pair of beautiful snow-white dragon horns from his sleeves, and his clear blue eyes looked straight at Bailian.

She asked: "Master, do you really want to cooperate with him to deal with Kunlun Mountain?"

Bailian lowered his eyes and gently stroked the slippery and cold dragon horns on her head. He chuckled in an ambiguous tone and said, "What do you think, Xiaobai?"

The little white dragon narrowed her pupils, and stared at Bailian's palm with her cold head. Her voice was as melodious and pleasant as her body: "The master would never do anything ungrateful. In fact, Queen Kunlun treats the master well. And..."

"and?"

The little white dragon glanced at Bailian quietly, rubbed its head against Bailian's palm, and shrank back to hide. Its figure could not be seen, and only its cold voice could be heard coming out from its sleeve: "Besides, the master was willing to save a hairless snake like me back then. There are so many furry animals in this mountain that the master likes. It is impossible for the master to sit back and do nothing about them."

  What is this statement?

Bailian reached his hand into his sleeve, but was rejected by the little white dragon who slapped his arm with his tail with a loud bang.

Bailian took back his hand which was slightly red from being beaten and said softly, "Are you throwing a tantrum again?"

The sleeves shook slightly, but the little white dragon said nothing.

Bailian had no choice but to lift up his sleeves, lift up a corner of the sleeve, raise his arm and shake it, and the little white dragon hidden against his arm will be shaken out neatly.

Amidst the flashes of white light, a small silver-white figure transformed into a young woman in a silver shirt in the light. Her figure was faintly visible under the silver-scaled clothes. The glittering silver long skirt revealed a pair of crystal-like calves with soft lines and a cold white color in the texture that was not like that of an ordinary person.

She sat upright on the bed, her tall and fair figure, her eyes and eyebrows stunning but her expression dull, as if even colder than the pale moon.

Bailian raised his eyes and smiled. As he raised his hand, his slender fingers gently touched the pair of long horns on the dragon girl's head that were as delicate as silver jade. He smiled brightly, his eyebrows curved, and said, "Cute little animals with fluffy and soft fur cannot produce such a pair of beautiful horns."

Outside the window, on the frosty treetops, it seemed that a bird was startled by something and flew up, flapping its wings and flying away in the wind and snow.

Beneath Bai Shaoyan's snow-white skin, there was a hint of redness. Her eyelashes drooped slightly and she blinked very lightly. Her originally cold ice-blue pupils now looked much darker than usual.

So cunning.

In the past, she felt angry, but as long as the little horn on her head was kissed or touched by her master, all her depressed feelings would disappear.

The master is well aware of this and can always easily control her.

But for some reason, today he was also being petted by the little dragon, but with his master's eyes full of teasing and playfulness, his sidelong glances could still give people a feeling of deep concentration and affection...

Even such a talented master would actually say such outrageous words as saying that no other creatures are as beautiful as her horns.

The master has now cultivated the body of a demon dragon. Doesn't he know what it means in the dragon world to praise someone for having beautiful dragon horns?

The redness on Bai Shaoyan's face and the color of her eyes gradually deepened. She lowered her head. Although she enjoyed the touch of her dragon horns, she couldn't help but be annoyed with him. She subconsciously wanted to swing her tail to pull away Bailian's restless hand like she did just now.

But in her confused mind, she forgot that she was a human being and did not summon her dragon tail. When she raised her "tail", she just lifted a jade foot with round ankles, like a fine jade carving, and kicked it towards Bailian's face.

By the time Bai Shaoyan reacted, it was too late.

Bailian had never expected that the usually calm Little White Dragon would actually kick him, and he reacted quickly enough to dodge slightly.

The slender and clean soles of her feet brushed against Bailian's nose, which was different from the cold and hard temperature of the dragon race on her body...

The soles of her feet were soft and warm, and a scent that was spotlessly clean was hidden and deep.

Bailian subconsciously withdrew his fingers that were teasing the dragon's horn and grabbed her slender, jade-white ankle with his palm. The touch of his palm was clear, and the two of them froze suddenly.