long night walk

Chapter 177 Boy's Fangs

The woman slapped herself hard in her heart, knowing that she said something wrong and was about to make amends.

The umbrella-holding boy on the opposite side returned her a salute with a serious face, without the embarrassment of being caught on the spot at all, with a very natural expression: "Thank you for your concern, girl, I didn't sleep last night."

Very honest, very straightforward answer.

But how did they know that what Bai Lian meant was literal, and corpse demons didn't need to sleep at all.

The senior sister of the Liaison Sect had a reddish complexion, and really didn't know how to answer the words.

After pursing his lips, he asked slowly, "My lord, that...Junior Sister Jiujiu..."

Bai Lian squatted down, the umbrella tilted to cover the reddish earlobes, picked up the little rabbit, and said, "Jiujiu fell asleep."

"Young master... I think you should discuss this matter with our suzerain."

Bai Lian nodded: "That's what I mean too."

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Dufeng cliff, big river Taotao.

The strong wind in the mountains tore the hem of Bailian's clothes and black hair. He looked at the old man on the cliff and stopped.

Li Xuan took a deep breath, the white hair fluttering like silver threads on his temples, his eyes contained deep anger, and he gritted his teeth like weeping blood: "Boy, how dare you!!!"

Bai Lian shook his head towards the old man, his voice was very calm: "In this world, there is no such thing as daring or not, only willing or not."

"Shuzi is arrogant!"

"Senior Li, I'm not here today to argue with you, because in this world, many things are unreasonable."

Bai Lian took a deep look at him and said, "I will go down the mountain."

The old man was startled, never expecting to hear such a sentence, but what followed was boundless anger burning, which made his face red like a war ghost.

If you decided to go down the mountain and leave Jiujiu from the beginning, why did you go up the mountain to provoke her?
"That's what Miss Jiujiu meant." With a faint word, the old man's anger was overwhelmed.

"Wine wine... mean?"

Bai Lian said: "Jijiu told me to leave, so I will leave."

The old man didn't expect that the matter would be solved so easily. He thought that the young corpse demon would mess around and swear that he would not stop until he became a demon from the top and bottom of the Lihe sect.

But he didn't expect that because of Jiujiu's words, he would be so obedient.

"Are you really willing to give up drinking?" asked the old man.

Bai Lian looked up at him: "Why would seniors have such an idea? It seems that I go down the mountain and leave and give up drinking. It seems to be two different things."

"you!"

Before the old man could get angry again, Bai Lian lowered his brows, and laid the Qiushui Sword with its sheath across his chest.

"Senior thought that the body of a corpse demon should not return to the immortal sect. One person and one demon will end up in a different way. If an outsider knows about it, it will undoubtedly give others a handle and take a tit-for-tat attack."

Li Xuan's eyes were full of anger: "Since you know the key points, why are you ruining my wine again!"

Bai Lian lowered his eyes: "Jiujiu said I'm fine."

Li Xuan's expression froze, with great hatred in his heart: "Wine and wine have never been involved, and your mind is pure, but you were deceived by your appearance for a while, how would you know the fatal poison in it!

If you are really doing her good, you should stay away from her. The talent in wine cultivation is excellent, and you have a bright fairy road, how can you let her be destroyed by a corpse like you! "

"Stay away?" Bai Lian pursed his lips and said, "Then senior, why not tell me, if I stay away from alcohol, what will you do in the future?"

His calm eyes finally showed a bit of cold irony: "The family of the immortal family seeks the Dao. For her own good, they should consciously stay away, and then the seniors will find the way of immortality together with Taoist couples?"

Li Xuan's complexion became more and more serious and ugly. Although the young man's words were too straightforward, they were true.

It is because it is a fact that it is embarrassing on the face.

Bai Li'an's eyes gradually lowered: "Without permission, Si Chen would not claim that Jiujiu is my woman! It's just that if senior promised Jiujiu to others, I might really make the Clutch Sect disappear." In this world."

Li Xuan opened his blood-colored eyes wide: "You really are extremely arrogant, don't you be afraid that I will invite you to the sect of the sect, and distribute hundreds of demon-eliminating invitations widely, so that you, the evil spirit, will be exterminated!"

Bai Lian's words were still lukewarm: "Senior, you can give it a try."

He has a gentle temper, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have the sharpness and hostility of a young man.

He's not greedy, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have what he wants.

Once something falls into his hands, he will not be too imprisoned and imprisoned to death.

He would give her the freedom to fly.

But he would not be so useless as to watch her fall into the hands of others.

The kind of heroic behavior that loves her and wants to let her go to fulfill her will be left to the righteous heroes in the storybook to carry out.

Anyway, to the old man, he is evil, and he doesn't mind evil to the end.

What's more, this is where it is.

After lying in the coffin for 200 years, he is not allowed to have a small temper?

After a conversation, they broke up unhappy.

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The sky is sunny and the snow is colder. Between the sky and the earth, although the sun is bright, it is also steamed with mist, and the mountains and forests are deserted.

The small pavilion on the ancient road in the mountains is cold, the clouds are long and the curtain is deep and drooping.

Those unicorns, which are whiter and more sacred than snow, bowed their heads to drink water in the stream.

In the ancient pavilion with old and peeling paint, a girl in a snow-covered feather cloak sits alone in the cold pavilion, cooking snow-sencha.

Langyue Qingfeng, thick fog and clear snow, coincided with the sky and clouds cracking.

A beam of skylight fell on the shoulders of the young girl with a youthful face, imparting an extremely luxurious and beautiful charm to the plain feather cloak.

The girl has extremely beautiful capsized lips. When she licks her lips lightly, if she doesn't smile, she will give birth to a cold and alienated temperament.

The light bells around the unicorn's necks swayed, and they raised their heads one after another, looking in one direction.

The girl seemed to have sensed something, and when the tails of her slender eyes flicked lightly, she showed those dark pupils with splashed ink.

Looking at the umbrella boy outside Hanting, she picked up the white jade teacup.

The lips that were cold by the mountain wind were warmed by the tea mist, and a careless smile spread out.

"Yo? Isn't this the little son-in-law of the Lihe sect? He didn't die in Su Jing's hands. It's a blessing to survive a catastrophe."

While talking, Fang Geyu gently pushed a lamp in the direction of Bailian, Yubai tapped lightly on the table, raised his eyebrows and said, "Come in and sit, aren't you tired holding an umbrella?"

The white jade cup next to the finger is filled with fresh pomegranate red liquid, and the cold wind hits, rolling up a faint sweet fragrance.

Somewhat unexpectedly, Bai Lian's eyes fell on the girl's slender wrists, which were wrapped in white gauze.

Under the snow-white gauze, there is no half-redness oozing out, presumably a precious ointment has been applied, which has a miraculous effect of stopping bleeding.

He put away the umbrella and entered the pavilion, picked up the cup, and drank the contents of the cup without hesitation.

The blood has already been exiled, and it would be a waste of time to pretend to refuse at this moment.

Fang Geyu's blood was unexpectedly mellow and sweet, and unexpectedly, it was even mellower than Thirteen Jianjin's blood.

The corpse beads in the body were moistened with fresh blood, and the speed of operation was obviously smoother.

(End of this chapter)