long night walk

Chapter 225
After leaving the sacred hall, the outside sky remained the same, with the snow still on.

It's just that Luo Lao who was leading the way for him has long since stopped guarding outside the hall.

Obviously, there was no longer any intention of taking him back.

Bai Lian walked alone on the promenade of the palace palace. Although the main hall was prosperous, it was very deserted and no one was visible.

Mu Xue's cold wind blew past, rolled up the hem of his clothes, and felt a little chilly.

There is no one in the corridor, the snow scene is silent, and everything is extremely quiet.

Bai Lian hurriedly walked, lowered his head and seriously thought about everything that happened today.

Last night, the sound of the piano shocked the city, and it was so dark.

Then there was the tricky thing about the old ghost killing people to get the beads.

At that time, others seemed unable to hear the weird piano sound, but he could hear it.

Did someone do it on purpose, or was it because of his special physique?

Miss Si Xi said that the empress is in the city, so she can see all the big and small things in the city.

Last night's ghostly zither sound was so presumptuous and bold, it was impossible for the Emperor to not notice it.

So to say……

Bai Lian suddenly deduced a terrible truth in his heart, and the wind and chills hit his back.

The grand examination of Xianling City started, but the city gate was opened three months ahead of schedule, allowing monks from all over the world to come.

Although the real big exam is still far away, basically all the candidates have entered the city.

What is the intention of that empress to open the city gate three months in advance?
The Empress Junhuang is the Lord of Kunlun Mountain, an ancient god, so it is impossible not to notice the ghosts and chaos in the city.

But she sat idly by and ignored it, even... faintly indulgent.

Bai Lian couldn't figure out the cause and effect, but felt that the great palace behind him was definitely not the wonderful holy place that people imagined.

Although it is clear that under this land, the ghost mountain demons are suppressed, if this otherworldly and prosperous fairy city is opened, under its soil, it must be full of filth and ghosts.

Baili Anyin realized something, and it seems that the use of the fairy town to suppress the ghost mountain is not just for the simple purpose of suppression.

Fang Geyu said that the Empress Junhuang was lazy and didn't want to interfere in the affairs of Tiandu Mountain in Kunlun, but she set up a fairy city in the ghost land of the world.

With that empress' cultivation level, even if evil spirits are everywhere in the world, he believes that she still has the power to cleanse the world and dispel monsters.

Not to mention the evil ghosts on this small hill.

Can't figure it out, can't figure it out.

Bai Li'an just wanted to leave the inner city of Xianling that everyone yearned for as soon as possible.

He couldn't help but quicken his pace and hurried away.

Unexpectedly, a person ushered in at the corner.

The man walked with no wind, and he didn't show any breath.

Bai Lian's cultivation base is absolutely inferior now, even if he can't see with his eyes, at such a close distance, it is absolutely impossible for him not to catch half of the breath of blood flowing from the other party.

But at this moment, he has nothing to check.

And the person who came around the corner didn't seem to be aware of Bai Lian's existence.

Because Bailian wasn't breathing.

Inevitably, Bai Lian had no time to stop and slammed into the arms of that person.

Although the man was caught off guard, his body was still steady, he did not take a step back, and stopped firmly.

On the other hand, Bai Lian felt that he had bumped into a majestic snow mountain, and the force of the collision forced him back again and again.

He staggered unsteadily, a little embarrassed, but still politely apologized: "I'm sorry, right..."

However, he took two steps back in embarrassment, and his wrist suddenly felt cold.

But he was tightly held by a snowy hand, that hand was pale and slender, and at the same time, a hoarse and empty voice came: "Be careful."

This person's voice was very strange, as if it had been ground by gravel, and the timbre could not tell whether it was male or female.

It can't be said to sound good, even a little damaged and ugly, but the tone is unexpectedly gentle.

Bai Lian stood firm, feeling shocked in his heart.

He has the body of a corpse demon, and his physical strength is far superior to that of people in the same realm. In addition to the natural ability he plundered from Shebishi, he is definitely not weak.

But bumping into this person was such a disadvantage.

The inner city of Xianling is indeed Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

The man in front of him who kindly held him steady had a black robe covering his body, and a wide hood covering his face so deeply that it was hard to see even a strand of hair.

From the outside, one can barely discern that this person is tall and thin, and there is a long object sealed with a black cloth strip hanging from his waist, the appearance of which cannot be seen clearly, it seems to be a sword.

"Thank you. I was thinking about something just now, and I was a little lost in thought. I'm really rude." Bai Lian, who was steadied, thanked him earnestly.

The hood knew and let out a chuckle, apparently not caring about his recklessness, his hoarse voice was still somewhat peaceful.

"Although the inner hall is vast and empty, you still have to be careful. The snow is slippery, so don't fall."

Wen Yan's words were very considerate, but for someone who met for the first time, such thoughtfulness seemed a bit inexplicable.

What's more, at this moment, Bai Lian felt that the temperature of this person's palm was very cold, like a corpse that had just been salvaged from a frozen lake.

Now he has stood firmly in front of this person, but the palm on his wrist has no intention of letting go.

And, hold it very tightly.

Bai Lian's expression remained unchanged, he nodded and said, "Thank you for reminding me, I will be careful."

The palm on the wrist was so strong that it even pinched the bones of his hand a little painfully. Through the skin, he could feel the inexplicable trembling of the other's fingertips.

Bai Lian didn't know how to describe this feeling. In short, this was not the right way to treat strangers.

He was about to twitch his wrist and get out of here.

Although this person's palm was very strong, and he didn't seem to want to let him go so easily, but he didn't use his spiritual power to deceive him.

Therefore, Bai Lian can easily break free.

Thank you again, but I didn't get any words from the other party, and I couldn't observe any emotions under the wide and deep hood.

But he could clearly feel that a gaze was deeply resting on his face, as if it wanted to see through his soul.

Inexplicably, he felt a little unreasonable agitation in his heart, and he only felt that if he let this person continue to watch, his real corpse demon body might be seen through by the other party.

He broke away from the man's palm in a polite but tough manner, looked down, and noticed that the man's hands were surprisingly good-looking.

The wrist bones are thin, the knuckles are slender, and there are beautiful crescents between the light-colored nails. The winter snowy sky sets off the skin on the back of this person's hands, which is very beautiful.

This is a hand fit for a sword.

Just beautiful just the back of the hand.

On this person's fingertips and palms, there are dozens of large and small scars criss-crossing, which look indelible, colorful and deep, destroying the original beauty.

The most hideous wound was not on the hand, but on the white wrist.

The wound was extremely deep, as if it had been cut horizontally by a ruthless sharp weapon, as ugly as a centipede's scar.

Seeing the scar, Bai Li'an was stunned.

No wonder he couldn't feel the breath of spiritual power in this person's palm just now. Such a scar may have severed an important tendon in his hand, and the node of spiritual power has been abolished. Although he has great strength, it is difficult to hold a sword with this hand.

A sword hangs from his waist, but he can no longer hold it.

For a moment, Bai Lian thought of Jinsheng.

　Just a little reminder, the black robe is a character who has appeared before.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)